Call it what you want.
I want to wear his initial on a chain 'round my neck
Chain 'round my neck
Not because he owns me
But 'cause he really knows me
Which is more than they can say, I
I recall late November
Holding my breath, slowly, I said
"You don't need to save me
But would you run away with me?"
Yes
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Chapter 3: Husband
Hiyori and Shinji moved from the couch to the bedroom fairly quickly. Though they were both eager for the night ahead, a sense of anticipation and excitement still lingered in the air. But in that moment, Hiyori felt as if all that existed was the two of them.
The room was delicately lit by the soft glow of the lamp in the corner, casting dancing shadows across the walls. As they drew nearer, Hiyori couldn't help but notice the subtle scent of incense wafting in the air, a deliberate choice she had made earlier in the morning to mask the lingering aroma of fried chicken from the meal she had cooked the previous night.
The bed was invitingly made, with cotton sheets and plush pillows. It seemed to call out to them, beckoning them to its embrace. Without a word, they both slipped beneath the covers. Instinctively, they gravitated towards each other's embrace, until they were chest-to-chest.
For what seemed like an eternity, there was only silence and calm. Then ever so slowly, their lips met in a tender kiss, finally giving way to the passionate night that lay ahead.
As Shinji pulled away from their kiss, his eyes never leaving hers, he slowly slipped her shirt of her petite frame. The soft white fabric parted easily under his dexterous fingers, revealing the curves of her body beneath. The way her skin seemed to glisten in the lamp light made a wave of warmth rush through him as he touched her collarbone, her breast and her flat stomach with his warm digits.
His hands moved down to meet at the elastic of her tracksuit pants. As he tugged down on them, they followed obediently until they were pooled around Hiyori's ankles, only to be tossed at the floor somewhere in the bedroom.
She lay next to him in a matching set of white panties and bra which made Shinji gasp audibly. His hands followed the contours of her hips as he leaned in for a quick kiss, this time with more passion than before as his desire grew.
Then, Shinji rested his head on her chest, taking in her rapid heartbeat, and then slowly moved up her body until his face was level with hers. Their eyes locked, and he could feel the electricity between them like a raging wildfire. He pressed his lips against hers, feather-light, before exploring her mouth with his tongue. The intensity of their kiss grew until they were both trembling with pleasure. Shinji pulled away reluctantly, dropping his gaze to her body and made a decision, "Baby, let's do something fun today." he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Hiyori arched an eyebrow as a response, not quite sure what he had in mind.
He climbed over her, pressing his body against hers as she laid her head against the pillow. He kissed her tenderly, savoring her lips before sliding his hands down to expertly undo the clasp of her bra with a soft metallic click. Once it was undone, he slipped it off her shoulders and down the length of her arms before throwing it aside and giving a satisfied sigh. He took in the sight of her small breasts for a moment before looking up at Hiyori with fire burning in his eyes. "Hiyori, you're so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"
His fingers ran over her small mountains delicately, exploring every inch of skin as if for the first time. Suddenly his hand stopped on her stomach, and he leaned down to press small kisses across each of her nipples, he sucked each of them until they were hard little buds beneath his lips.
He let his hands roam downward, to her hips, as he moved his body to rest on hers. His weight shifted, and the entire length of his legs sunk into the mattress below them, giving him full access to the lower half of her body.
With exquisite anticipation Hiyori could feel herself tremble beneath him as she knew he was moving closer and closer to her aching core. His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down, pausing for a moment before finally taking them off completely.
The cool night air gently kissed her naked body as Shinji looked at her with admiration and awe in his eyes. He ran a hand across her chest before leaning in to press one last passionate kiss against it.
The sound of her moans filled the room as he made his way southward. He spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them. He kissed her inner thighs slowly, trailing his hands up and down them as he moved closer to his desired destination.
"Sh-Shinji, what are you doing?" She squirmed beneath him, her fingers digging into the bed sheets as he finally reached the core of her body and began to kiss her inner thighs.
"Shh. Trust me on this, you're going to like it." Shinji gently parted each leg to open wider with his hands, allowing his lips greater access to all of Hiyori's delicate curves. His lips caressed her sensitive inner thigh, tracing small circles with his tongue before finally settling on her most intimate spot. "You are so wet already." He licked and sucked at her clit in a teasing way that sent shivers up and down Hiyori's spine, each one more intense than the last. "Why are you so wet, baby?"
Hiyori gasped as his tongue explored every inch of her, from the very entrance of her opening all the way to the back until she was writhing in pleasure. "You taste like heaven, Hiyori." Shinji smiled against her skin as he felt the warmth of his breath against it, knowing exactly what would happen next.
He moved his hands up to cup Hiyori's breasts and used them both to massage them in tandem with his long fingers. He flicked his tongue over her clit rhythmically, applying pressure where she needed it most which caused Hiyori's body to arch beneath him in an utterly blissful state of mind.
Shinji continued to move his tongue around inside her until he could feel her quivering with pleasure, and then inserted two fingers inside of her which made Hiyori moan even louder than before. The added friction from his fingers caused an explosion of sensation within Hiyori's body and soon she was panting heavily as she reached her orgasm.
He paused, looking up at her as he kissed her inner thighs and pulled his fingers out from inside of her. "Did that feel good?" he asked licking the long appendages as he couldn't get enough from her taste.
Hiyori's breaths were coming in short gasps as she tried to steady herself. "What the fuck, Shinji? You," She tried to sound stern and matter of fact, but her flushed face, her short breaths, and the post-orgasmic look in her eyes betrayed her. "You didn't have to do that."
He glanced at her with an intensity like a tiger stalking its prey, and then slowly enunciated each word. "Did... that... feel... good... Hi-yo-ri?".
She uttered a soft "No..." as he shifted his weight to be on top of her.
His voice was serious when he said, "No lies."
She tried to turn her face away, but he had already caught her cheeks between his hands. "It felt fucking great," she whispered softly.
"Excellent, that's what I wanted." He kissed her again and forced her lips apart with his tongue. Hiyori could taste herself on his lips.
After she pulled away from the kiss, she commanded him to take off his clothes. "It's not fair that you always get me undressed and it doesn't even seem to be a big deal for you," she said. "At least I won't have to go through the entire shihakushō routine this time."
He laughed and embraced her tightly. "Shinji," she said, pointing at his pants, "I mean it, - off!"
He got off the bed, and took his tie off, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. He then started working on the rest of his shirt, undoing each one slowly as his gaze never left Hiyori's golden eyes. Finally, he pulled the shirt off, revealing a toned body that gave testament to how long he had been training in swordsmanship.
Hiyori, as impatient as ever, eagerly knelt on the bed in his direction and started removing his belt and pants. When he was completely undressed, she pulled him back up onto the bed and wrapped her arms around him.
"This time," Hiyori said as she kissed Shinji's chest and slowly moved her lips down towards his stomach, "It's my turn." And with that, she began exploring every inch of his body with her hands and mouth. She couldn't help but admire him as she reached out to touch him lightly with her fingertips. She ran them along his strong arms and shoulders before brushing her lips against them. She moved lower down, tracing small circles around his chest his stomach before finally settling between Shinji's legs with a glint of mischief in her entire face.
She wrapped her fingers tightly around his length, and started thrusting back and forth, eliciting a low groan from him.
"Don't play too long, okay?" he murmured lying on the bed with his head comfortably resting on the pillow, attempting to ignore her captivating touch, "I want, I need to be in you Hiyori."
She comprehended what he meant; if she took his member in her mouth for too long, he would soon reach climax, yet she also wanted him to fill her up completely.
Shinji sucked in a breath as Hiyori's tongue explored every inch of his manhood with careful deliberation, lingering longer on the tip that had already grown slick. This gentle caress continued for what seemed like an eternity until he spoke her name "Hiyori... baby." His voice held a hint of both command and pleading.
She gazed up at him with her big, yellow eyes and for a moment he was lost in them; she had such a powerful presence that it was almost mesmerizing. Shinji wanted nothing more than to make Hiyori his forever. As he pulled her close to him tenderly, whispered "I can't believe you're really mine," before placing a passionate kiss on her lips.
She broke the kiss, gasping for air and felt herself blush at the closeness of the moment and all she could do was smile before placing a lingering kiss on his neck. "Shinji can you just shut it for once? Why do you have to narrate all that we do?" She may have been teasing, but it was clear from her tone that she was serious.
He chuckled and gave her another kiss. "You get wetter when I talk, don't you baby?" he teased, only to receive a solid smack on the shoulder in response.
"Come on, Hage, get on with it. Do you need an invitation or something?!" she retorted, clearly ready for him to start taking action.
He pressed his lips against her neck and murmured, "So bossy."
She was about to reply, when she felt her body heat up as Shinji kissed her neck, pressing his lips firmly against her skin. He moved lower, grazing the sensitive area behind her ear with his tongue before lightly biting the lobe and sending shivers down her spine.
She moaned softly, enjoying the attention he was lavishing on her. Just when she thought he was done, Shinji started trailing blazing kisses further down towards the valley between her breasts. His tongue expertly and teasingly explored every inch of that delicate area, making Hiyori arch her back in pleasure and clutch desperately at the sheets beneath them.
With a smirk he pulled away from her body and pinned her with an intense gaze. "More up your speed," he said huskily, "baby?" She could see the desire burning in his eyes and knew that he wanted to take things further; so, she simply smiled devilishly in response and nodded for him to continue.
He didn't need any more encouragement; leaning into Hiyori he captured her lips once again in a passionate kiss before lining up with her slick entrance and pushing himself inside her.
Hiyori gasped as he filled her completely, feeling his hard length pressing deep within her. He began to move slowly at first, teasing her with shallow thrusts that only made the pleasure intensify with each impact. He increased his speed gradually but surely, and soon they were both moving in unison, gasping for breath in between passionate kisses and caresses.
With every movement, Hiyori felt like she was being taken higher and higher and she couldn't help but hold on tightly to him as the sensations kept escalating. Every nerve in her body seemed to be alive, electrified by their passionate embrace; it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was like that with Shinji, every time he was in her it felt like new, like the first time.
Shinji's thrusts became increasingly faster and more powerful as she can feel herself closer to the edge, Hiyori reaching out for him and desperately clinging onto his back as her pleasure rose. On the brink of orgasm, she heard him whisper words of love in her ear before finally coming undone; a cascade of sensations coursing through her veins and radiating from her core to the tips of her toes until it left her completely satisfied.
"I love you too, idiot." she said breathlessly.
He growled at her words, feeling the weight of the moment. It had taken years for her to comfortably utter those three precious words to him, and now that they lingered in the atmosphere, it was as if they had sparked an unspoken longing between them. Shinji's mind raced, and he couldn't help but imagine a future where they were more than just lovers, more than boyfriend and girlfriend. The desire to create a family with Hiyori had been growing within him, like a budding flower, and it was a topic he had contemplated for a while.
As he looked into her eyes, a mix of anticipation, excitement, and uncertainty swirled within him. He decided to speak his mind, to express his yearning more explicitly. With a husky voice filled with longing, he whispered, "I want to put a baby in you, Hiyori." His words hung in the air, heavy with the gravity of his desire and affection.
He noticed her eyes flash with a hint of panic, realizing he might have taken her by surprise. Quickly, he reassured her with a soft chuckle, "I didn't mean in this instant." His voice was breathless due to him continuing to move inside of her. "But I do wanna, soon."
She planted a soft, lingering kiss on his lips in an effort to bring him back to the present moment. In response, he gently nibbled her shoulder, prompting a delicate moan from her.
They moved together, each thrust sending them closer to the edge. Hiyori wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as her breathing became more erratic once again. Shinji's eyes remained locked on hers, the intensity growing with every movement.
He nuzzled her neck. "Are you ready?" he murmured, eyes closed, head tilted down. She nodded. And she felt his gesture grow more urgent and hungrier. He leaned over her and kissed her pale skin again "Me too." he added.
Breaking their passionate kiss, Hiyori looked into his eyes and smiled; with a loud gasp, her orgasm claimed her body as it shook beneath him. Shinji followed soon after, calling out his lover's name as he filled her womb with his semen, each wave of pleasure making them shudder in unison.
The sensations gradually faded until they were both left exhausted. Shinji slowly pulled out from inside her, but he kept his arms around Hiyori and held her close to him as their breathing returned to normal. He kissed the top of her head gently before wrapping himself around her.
She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling with love and contentment. Shinji smiled back, feeling as if his heart was about to burst with joy. At that moment, he knew that this was real. His and Hiyori's love was the purest thing he had ever experienced. They had found each other and the joy of that was almost too much to bear.
Out of nowhere, Hiyori sat down quickly, her face a mixture of disbelief and anger. She grabbed her pillow and began to hit Shinji with rapid, fierce strikes. "Do you..." whack "think" whack "that" whack "moment" whack "was... the" whack "best," whack "to say..." whack "THAT!"
The pillow was soft, but the repetitive motions were making Shinji see stars. He winced with each hit, desperately trying to shield himself.
"Hiyori, stop that! It hurts!"
"That is the reason I am doing it!" Hiyori was exasperated, her voice sharp with frustration. She stood her ground, still swinging the pillow with ferocity. "You can't just say you want to get me pregnant when you COULD get me pregnant!"
"But you're on the pill!"
"BAD YUJUU! YOU IDIOT!" By that point, she was standing on the bed, using the pillow as her newfound weapon, her frustration and indignation evident in her every move.
"Ok, ok, can you calm down?" Shinji pleaded, his voice more serious now as he tried to reason with Hiyori, who was still standing on the bed, pillow in hand, ready to defend herself from any further comments. He cautiously raised his hands to shield his face, though it was clear he was struggling to suppress his laughter. "I didn't mean to upset you, Hiyori. It was just a thought."
She paused for a moment, her anger gradually subsiding. Her grip on the pillow loosened, and she took a few deep breaths. "Shinji, you have the worst timing. And the worst way of saying things." Her cheeks were flushed with a mix of irritation and embarrassment.
Shinji, relieved that Hiyori's fury seemed to be dissipating, managed a sheepish grin. "I've been told that a few times before. But you know I'm always honest with you."
"Sometimes too honest," she muttered, finally stepping down from the bed.
Shinji decided to tread lightly, well aware of Hiyori's fiery temperament. "You're right," he conceded with a playful raise of his eyebrows, "I should've chosen a better moment. But do you think right now is a better moment?"
"I swear to GOD, HAGE!" Hiyori shouted, her irritation evident.
He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture. "Wouldn't it be that bad? You know, having a couple of tiny brats running around and playing with you."
"Well, if you take into consideration that we live in different dimensions, I see you maybe twice a month, and we're not even married, YES, IT WOULD BE THAT BAD!" Hiyori retorted; her voice full of exasperation.
Shinji held her close, her back against his chest, and enveloped her in his arms. "I don't think so. We could figure everything else out as we go," he whispered into her ear.
"You're supposed to be the realist in this relationship, Shinji. Don't you pride yourself on your pragmatism and plans?"
"Maybe I want to be more spontaneous with you," he mused, his lips gently brushing against her earlobe. "But you're right about one thing, Chibi." He playfully poked her nose. "We need to get married."
Hiyori scowled deeply. "That's not what I meant."
He chuckled and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Too late, I heard 'I want to marry you,' my dearest."
Exasperated, Hiyori huffed, "You're insufferable, you know that? And seriously, can't you be a bit more responsible?"
Shinji nuzzled her cheek affectionately, making it hard for her to stay irritated. "Oh, come on, Hiyo-chan. You love that about me."
She tried to maintain her frown, her lips curving upwards despite her best efforts. "You're a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass. And don't call me that; you're not a child. Hiyori, call me by my name or Sarugaki-san as a sign of respect."
His laughter filled the room, wrapping her in warmth and familiarity. "You are crazy. Mmm... how about Hiyoko?"
Her expression shifted, caught between annoyance and amusement. "You're on thin ice, dumbass."
Shinji grinned, clearly enjoying their playful exchange. "It's cutesy enough that I like it, and not too cute that you'll hate it."
She couldn't help but roll her eyes, but her lips curved into a small, affectionate smile. "Fine, you can call me Hiyoko, but only you, and only when we're alone."
Shinji smirked and tightened his embrace. "That's what I like to hear, Hi-yo-ko. And we do have a lot to discuss because once we're married, we can really get to work on those little brats." His tone was teasing, but she could sense the sincerity hidden within.
"Those? You think I'm going to have more than one?" she questioned, her eyebrows raising.
Shinji chuckled. "I was thinking four."
"Oh, good, so you're birthing those brats, Hage?" she said, pursing her lips. "Because there is no way in hell, I'm having four children."
"Three," Shinji countered.
"Non-negotiable, Shinji."
He raised an eyebrow. "Last offer: two."
Hiyori's stern expression softened as she considered his proposition. She couldn't help but smile just a little. "Two, huh? Well, I guess that's manageable. But don't think you're getting out of diaper duty, Hage."
Shinji laughed, a genuine and heartfelt sound. "Of course not. I'll handle the diapers as long as you handle the baby names."
"Yeah because as Hirako as their last name, the poor little devils are going to need all the help they can get."
Shinji chuckled and kissed her forehead. "At least we can agree on that. Our poor kids will have to inherit our stubbornness and your hot-headedness."
As they snuggled closer together, the soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting a warm and cozy atmosphere. With the night ahead of them, they had plenty of time to discuss their future and enjoy each other's company, their playful bickering now turning into sweet whispers of love and excitement for what lay ahead.
"Hage," she said with a familiar exasperation in her voice.
"Mmmm," he hummed into her ear, making small, soothing circles on her arm, "Are you hungry?"
"Actually," Hiyori began, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty, "do you want to come with me tomorrow to Unagiya Shop? Ikumi-san said she'd like to meet you."
Surprised by this, Shinji's brow arched. "Did you tell her about me?"
Hiyori nodded, "I told her you were my out-of-the-country boyfriend."
Shinji chuckled at the unexpected revelation, "Do you want me to go?"
Hiyori nodded again, her fidgeting betraying her nervousness. Shinji, ever the provocateur, couldn't resist a playful taunt, "Then I'll go. I'll charm her socks off and I'll introduce myself as Hiyori's future husband."
Her threat was swift and unequivocal, "If you do that, I'll kill you on the spot."
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Omake #2
The following day, Hiyori and Shinji made their way to Unagiya Shop. Hiyori had warned him not to make any outrageous claims to Ikumi-san, and Shinji agreed, keeping their introduction more straightforward. As they climbed the stairs to the shop, Hiyori added, "No Shinigami talk, also no hollow talk. Now that I think about it, just don't talk in general. Be quiet." She shot him a look, making it clear that this was a serious request.
"Roger that, not a peep out of me," he said while balancing his brown hat on his index finger. She shot him a reproachful look.
As Hiyori opened the door that led them to a small annex, Shinji could see a tall, curvaceous, and fair-skinned woman with brown eyes. Her raven hair, which reached to her upper back, had bangs that parted to the left of her face and was styled in a ponytail with a purple scrunchy. She wore a white T-shirt with her store's name on her chest, long purple sleeves, tight black pants with a buckle belt, and black rubber boots. As they approached, she picked up the phone, "Hello! Thank you for calling cheap, fast, and reliable Unagiya!" In an instant, he understood why Hiyori had taken a liking to this woman so much and so quickly. "Huh?! Two orders deluxe?! You idiot! We are not an unagi eel restaurant! Huh?! I answered the phone as Unagiya?! Because that's the shop's name, you imbecile!" And she hung up the phone with a strong thud.
Hiyori exhaled, "I keep telling you, Ikumi-san, to change the name of the shop! Sometimes people think I'm a food delivery person!"
Ikumi-san looked at her like she had two heads, "Change my store's name the one that has been passed down over generations? Absolutely not! You're starting to sound like Ichigo."
"I don't think that's an Ichigo thing, it's a commonsense thing," Hiyori mumbled, and Shinji gave her a knowing look.
"Anyway," Hiyori bit her cheek, "You told me to bring him, and here he is." Hiyori turned to Shinji and gestured toward the woman at the counter. "Ikumi-san, this is Shinji, my... well, my out-of-the-country friend," she introduced, emphasizing the term 'friend' trying to avoid a blush on her cheeks. "Shinji, this is Unagiya Ikumi. She's the owner of this place and quite the character, as you can probably tell already."
"Hi, Unagiya-san. I'm Hirako Shinji," he said with a charming smile, shaking her hand. "I'm Hiyori's boyfriend, and it's a pleasure to meet you. She's really bad at feelings, you know. We've been friends for ages, probably her oldest and best friend, but we're also dating for what it feels like a decade."
Hiyori hit her head with her palm.
"I was starting to doubt you were real," Ikumi eyed him suspiciously, "Sit down, Hirako Shinji, you and I are going to have a chat."
He complied without thinking and took a seat on the black big couch situated in front of the black-haired woman. Hiyori was about to sit next to him when a mountain of papers flew towards her. With her warrior-like reflexes, Hiyori managed to grab all of them.
Ikumi said, "There's a bunch of things to do, Hiyori. Look after Kondo's rabbit on Mashiba Second Street, clean up a mouse infestation for Ms. Fukushima on Sixth Street, and do yard work for Mr. Yamashita in South Kawase on First Street, and many more." She leaned on her desk and added, "Feel free to start, I will entertain your out-of-the-country friend while you finish," giving Hiyori a sly grin.
"Boyfriend," Shinji corrected with a charismatic smile.
Hiyori hesitated, but Shinji eyed her with a knowing look. "Okay, I'll be back in a while."
As Hiyori closed the door, she could hear the beginning of what she thought would be a tough interrogation, she remained behind the door listening.
"Don't you think you're too old for Hiyori?" Ikumi-san asked with a touch of snark in her voice.
Shinji, ever the charmer, replied confidently, "I am younger than I look, and she looks younger than she is."
"Good answer," Ikumi-san acknowledged.
"Thank you," Shinji said, "It was a good question. What else do you want to know? I am an open book."
"Well," Ikumi-san pressed on, "are you serious about her?"
"Absolutely," Shinji answered without hesitation. "I've known her for years, and we've been through a lot together. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't serious about her. I am not in Karakura always, because of work and school, but I come as much as I can to see her. She was a bit unwilling to visit, but lately, she has changed her mind a bit. I know she has asked you for permission to miss work because of the travel. I do apologize for that."
Ikumi-san scrutinized him carefully, her stern expression slowly softening. "Hmmm. You seem like a good guy, but I won't hesitate to give you a piece of my mind if you ever hurt Hiyori. She's a good kid, loyal, kind, and very sweet. She feels like family to me, even though I have not known her for too long."
Shinji smiled warmly. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Unagiya-san. Hiyori means the world to me, and I would never want to hurt her. I am glad she has someone like you looking after her while I am not here because the Chibi is a magnet for trouble."
The black-haired woman laughed, "You can call me Ikumi-san, Shinji-kun."
Meanwhile, Hiyori shook her head and started her way down the stairs, muttering to herself, "fucking Shinji, and his fucking charm." She couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and amusement at the unfolding conversation between her worlds.
