Bless you, sin anon.
Yomo Renji is surprised to see you awake at this hour of the night, much less standing outside his apartment.
“You look like you could use cheering up,” you say by way of greeting.
He sighs. Every time he gathers a human corpse, he thinks how their loved ones would feel, knowing their family or friend is now ghoul fodder.
“You shouldn’t have told me you’re prone to depression on these nights,” you say. “If you didn’t want me here.”
He cracks a smile and lets you in. You sit close to him, comfortable with the silence that usually accompanies Renji.
“You know,” you finally say, moving your hand to his shoulder, “I think you’re one of the best people I know. Any ghoul or human who feels that much is better than most people.”
Reni chuckles. He wants to tell you how much it means that you’re here, but the words stick in his throat.
So he leans over to kiss you instead.
Excitement explodes in your stomach as you lean in, pulling his gray hair and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.
He leans over you. You find yourself on the floor, with Renji’s weight on you as the two f you continue to make out. He pulls away after what seems like seconds, but was probably at least thirty minutes.
You smile up at him breathlessly. “You don’t have to stop.”
His eyes widen. “Are you sure?”
You nods, and he sweeps you off the floor and carries you into his bedroom. The two of you take turns pulling of pieces of each other’s clothing between kisses.
You’re tangled up in sensations and each other’s bodies. He moves gently, as if afraid of breaking you with his large body. You urge him on, cherishing every tingling touch and sloppy kiss.
Finally, you both rest against his pillows, sweaty and panting. You laugh, and he joins in, nervously.
“I love you,” he says, his hand resting on your waist.
You tilt your face up to his. “I know.”
Mercy and Magic 