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"I miss being able to watch the stars." Slowly, Banjou turned around, his eyes staring at you perplexed. Your lips were put together in a pout, as you stared longingly out the window. He sighed, before shoving another corpse into a pile. You nervously turned to him, your sharp teeth chattering together.

"We all miss our freedom, (Name)." Banjou quietly told you, though his eyes shined with a bright the sun. It would be a long time until he burned out, but for now, he'd produce as much light in the dark surrounding you. That's something you admired about your makeshift "Leader" of the 11th ward - his optimism. Even if he considered himself weak for being unable to protect your ward, he was the glue that kept it together while it was captured. You admired him.

"... What is it that you miss the most, if you don't mind me asking. Thinking about like back then makes me... happy." You mumbled, hoping to not be heard from any superior ghouls that may be lurking. Banjou paused for a moment, showing that he was thinking. A brief smile flashed his lips, but it disappeared quite fast.

"It's more of a person I miss, not a hobby." Ah, yes. Rize Kamishiro. That's the woman he was speaking about. You knew he was trying to be ominous with his words, but the lovestruck male was horrible at hiding his affection towards the lavender haired beauty. You opened your mouth, hoping to spill out words that resembled gratitude for helping your mind move off of the current tragedy you were enduring. However, a harsh kick was delivered to your back, causing you to fly forward.

"Stop talking, trash. Get the hell to work. That's what you're here for." Your breath hitched as you looked back to see a boy with messy dark blue locks, his leg retracting towards him. He stuffed his hands into his leather pockets, and almost immediately, you shot up and dusted yourself off.

"Y-Yes sir." You mumble to him, your head hanging low. 'The last thing I need to do is anger him. He's so intimidating...' Your eyes were squeezed shut, and luckily, you heard footsteps leaving you as fast as they came. You exhaled, before reopening your eyes.

"That was really close." Banjou stated, and didn't spare another second before getting back to work. You clenched your hands together, before sitting down, and watching his retreating figure. Thoughts of the scowl that had always coated his face, his fury filled words, and bitterness came into mind.

"Hey! (Name)! Stop sitting down, if they see that you're not working they'll starve you." Banjou whisper yelled to you. This snapped you out of your train of thought, but only for a brief second. You found your eyes always darting over towards the lean male, who would be leaning against the wall, and watching over the kidnapped members clean corpses for food later on. Your fingers numbly managed to do the job, but you had one last thought.

'... I think that I'm going to make Mr. Kirishima a Christmas present. Maybe that'll warm his heart up!'

~*~

Banjou's rough and worn down fingers rubbed circles into his forehead, as he caught you walking back into the building late at night. You were giving him a headache with all the mischief you've been pulling. When you hadn't left a message showing that you were leaving, Banjou automatically assumed that Aogiri Tree had disposed of you. But here you were, yarn stuffed in your arms, and breath unsteady.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask where you were." Banjou remarked, as he watched you plop down inside. You looked down at the yarn, a smile adorning your peach tinted lips.

"I was just running an errand." You responded, before reaching down towards the yarn. Banjou raised an eyebrow.

"An errand? (Name), it's more than obvious that you stole those-"

"Come on Banjou! It's almost Christmas, you know that. I'm just... making a present for someone, that's all, okay?" You felt a bit of guilt penetrate in your gut, knowing the stress you must've amounted onto the poor guy. Banjou took in a deep breath, before shaking his head and walking over to your stash of yarn. He picked most of it up, and placed it tried stuffing it in any spare pockets.

"Hurry up. We need to get to sleep before they catch both of us and make us their next meal." Banjou told you, before walking away. Your face lit up in surprise - eyebrows rising, and lips doing the same.

"Thank you Banjou."

~*~

'I can do this,' you thought, your eyes searching for a familiar figure, 'there's no need to be so scared.' You repeated these words in your mind over and over, hoping to engrave them deeply into your subconscious. It didn't seem to work however, when Ayato entered the room, a dark vermillion stain near his mouth. The sight of blood, though familiar, made your uneasiness skyrocket into the air. Your fingers harshly gripped the material that was concealed by your back, and you contemplated just giving up on the entire thing. Dark indigo colored eyes lazily drooped over to see your tensed up figure, which certainly didn't help you to relax.

"(Name), was it? Why the hell are you standing still? Do I need to beat the instructions into your head?" Ayato harshly asked, his hand reaching out to grasp your collar. You moved backwards a little, almost stumbling over your own feet. As quickly as you could, you shook your head, a wave of dizziness overcoming you as he marched closer.

"N-No sir! I just... have something that I-I'd like to give you..." You trailed off. Ayato halted in his spot, before sighing. You looked at him, nervously drumming your fingers against the material behind you.

"Well then? I have things to do, give me the damn thing." Hesitantly, you slowly unveiled the handmade sweater from behind you, and placed it into Ayato's outstretched hand. He looked at it, his eyes widened, and body not moving a single inch. You gulped down a non existent liquid, before backing away even more.

"I-It's an early Christmas gift. I actually made it myself out of yarn." You moved your gaze down at the patch of material, almost feeling a surge of pride inside of yourself. It was pretty well made - no strings were hanging loosely, and the color was a pleasant white. Clear of any imperfections. Almost pure even.

Ayato, without a single word leaving his lips, stormed over towards the window. Since the building you and the rest of Aogiri Tree were residing in was broken down and long abandoned, many of the windows were cracked, weak, or sometimes just gaping holes. With the sweater in his hand, he threw it out the window. A small noise emanated from you, one that could be described as shocked. Your eyes watched as your hard work simply was thrown out, and soon enough, it was out of sight.

"You need to stop screwing around with dumb shit like knitting. Get back to work, or I'll kick your ass." Words flew venomously out of his mouth, each one stabbing your heart with a direct hit. You took in a deep breath, your fists clenching by your sides. You felt warm water bubble up in the form of tears, before the fresh liquid streamed down your face.

"Hey, why the hell are-" You didn't hear the rest of it, instead, only the fast clicks of your heels hitting the ground. You speed walked out the door, your hand furiously wiping away the tears that were escaping your eyes.

Ayato's lips pursed together, as an uncomfortable chill replaced the shuffling of people working in the room. He looked over to see everyone staring at him.

"Get your asses back to work. You don't want to go three months without dinner, do you?" Ayato snapped at them. Quickly, everyone proceeded to continue whatever task was at hand. Ayato sighed, before walking over towards the window he threw the sweater out.

~*~

It was Ayato's turn to look around for someone. For the most part, he ignored any lingering stares that would be thrown his way. However, if it was his own subordinate staring at him in awe, he'd glare at snap at them to get back to work. That, or he'd break their arm. His head turned both left and right, as he strode around the familiar halls of Aogiri Tree's hideout. Upon catching sight of (h/c) hair, he stopped his fast walk, and walked over to the owner of the hair.

More specifically, you.

You jolted at the physical contact of a hand on your shoulder, and hurriedly moved off your butt and dusted yourself off. You hurriedly mumbled incoherent apologies - desperately hoping that the person that had noticed you slacking off wasn't a superior who would kill or torture you.

"Calm down, idiot." Shivers racked up your spine, as you recognized the voice. You looked up to see Ayato. Your eyelids raised up, your eyebrows arching, and forehead wrinkling together. His shirt. It wasn't his normal leather attire, with zippers and dark colors decorating it. No, it was the sweater you spent hours of time piecing together for him.

"Y-You're wearing it..." Your brief surprised facial expression slowly melted away, but the lingering affect tingled throughout your body. Ayato nervously stuffed his hands into his pocket, before moving his eyes away from your own.

"So what? It's just a sweater." He grumbled, his tone reflecting grouchiness. Even if it seemed rude, you couldn't help but feel almost accomplished that he acknowledged it! Taking a closer look at his face, you could see dark bags underneath both of his eyes, along with a few patches of dirt faded away.

"You don't know how to do laundry, Ayato?" You let out a brief laugh, but quickly silenced it once his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Shut up and take my gift, you bitch." Ayato's offhanded comment stunned you, what did he mean by present? Not even a split second later, something was thrown at your face. You felt a slightly irritating material rub against the skin coating your face, and you slowly peeled off whatever it was Ayato threw at you. You looked down to see it was a handmade sweater.

It wasn't nearly as well crafted as yours was, but you were able to tell Ayato spent some time on it from the darkened spots underneath his eyes. You felt joy bubble within your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you leant over and pressed your lips against his cheek in a quick peck.

"Thanks for the gift, Ayato! I love it!" You exclaimed, before a weak sound left your vocal chords. In the quickest way you could muster, your feet hit the ground, and you ran off to put on the sweater.

~*~

Ayato's limbs lied tangled in his blanket, his eyes staring blankly up at the sealing. His fists bunched together the small amounts of his blanket, his mind recalling the moment he handed you that shitty sweater he spent all night making. He rolls over to one side, his thoughts straying to a Christmas he had with Touka and Arata. Your kindness reminded him of that. Your smile haunted his mind, and the feeling of your lips against his cheek made his cheeks heat up. He covered his head flush against his pillow, his hair messily fanning out.

Ayato quickly stopped trying to think back onto it. Just thinking about Arata got him riled up, and after staying up all night, he needed to finally get some rest. He took in a few deep breaths, before he felt a bit of drowsiness hit him. Time ticked away, and with the night looming around, you slowly crept into Ayato's room.

You crept up to his bedside slowly, and silently hoped he was asleep. And he indeed was. His mouth was slightly agape, and a few strands of his hair that was equivalent to a lion's mane fell lazily onto his face. You turned around to leave him rest peacefully, but instead you were greeted with cold fingers wrapping around wrist. You froze at the contact, but turned around to see Ayato still asleep.

If it weren't for the circumstances, you would've sighed in relief. Gently, you placed your fingers onto the ones that wrapped around your wrist, and tried to pry them off. They didn't budge. You tried again, putting a bit more strength into it. The fingers somehow managed to grow even stronger, and you knew that you couldn't move them.

You already saw marks starting to form on your wrist. Reluctantly, you sat down onto the ground, and looked up to see Ayato still sleeping in a serene way. You accepted the fate of staying up practically all night. Either that, or getting a sore back.

~*~

"Mmm." A few low grumbles came from where Ayato was, and your drooped eyelids shot open. Ayato slowly moved his face, and lazily blinked a few times. He looked at you, and wasn't able to process why you were there. You both just stared at each other awkwardly.

"W-What the hell are you doing here?" Ayato whispered, his voice croaky since he just woke up. You felt a flush of heat spread across your face, both because of his huskier morning voice and since you had no clue how to explain the situation.

"Er, well, I came to make sure you were sleeping well and uh, you sorta reached out in your sleep and grabbed my wrist." After saying this, you looked down towards the grip he had yet to remove. His eyes quickly widened, and he retracted his hand.

"Why didn't you just take it off?" He grumbled back. You honestly were perplexed on if he was mad about waking up and seeing you sitting on his floor, or if he just couldn't calculate what was going on.

"You have a surprising amount of strength." You awkwardly mumbled back, before scratching the back of your neck. Ayato sighed, before reaching down and grabbing your wrist again.

"Hey, what-" You couldn't finish what you were saying, before you were pulled up, and into the single bed Ayato was lying in. Your back was touching his chest, and your body stung from hitting the bed when he pulled you up. You were already sensing that were would be a few bruises dotting your body.

"Just... shut up and get some sleep, okay? You're tired I'm sure, and it's the least I can do for... you know." Ayato huffed out, not humbling himself for a moment. You accept this invitation, your eyelids slowly drooped down. Before you fell asleep, you felt arms wrap rather tightly around your torso. Ayato lied there awake, since he felt too flustered to fall asleep. He only had one thought, however.

'I'm glad this idiot made me a sweater.'

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"I miss being able to watch the stars." Slowly, Banjou turned around, his eyes staring at you perplexed. Your lips were put together in a pout, as you stared longingly out the window. He sighed, before shoving another corpse into a pile. You nervously turned to him, your sharp teeth chattering together.

"We all miss our freedom, (Name)." Banjou quietly told you, though his eyes shined with a bright the sun. It would be a long time until he burned out, but for now, he'd produce as much light in the dark surrounding you. That's something you admired about your makeshift "Leader" of the 11th ward - his optimism. Even if he considered himself weak for being unable to protect your ward, he was the glue that kept it together while it was captured. You admired him.

"... What is it that you miss the most, if you don't mind me asking. Thinking about like back then makes me... happy." You mumbled, hoping to not be heard from any superior ghouls that may be lurking. Banjou paused for a moment, showing that he was thinking. A brief smile flashed his lips, but it disappeared quite fast.

"It's more of a person I miss, not a hobby." Ah, yes. Rize Kamishiro. That's the woman he was speaking about. You knew he was trying to be ominous with his words, but the lovestruck male was horrible at hiding his affection towards the lavender haired beauty. You opened your mouth, hoping to spill out words that resembled gratitude for helping your mind move off of the current tragedy you were enduring. However, a harsh kick was delivered to your back, causing you to fly forward.

"Stop talking, trash. Get the hell to work. That's what you're here for." Your breath hitched as you looked back to see a boy with messy dark blue locks, his leg retracting towards him. He stuffed his hands into his leather pockets, and almost immediately, you shot up and dusted yourself off.

"Y-Yes sir." You mumble to him, your head hanging low. 'The last thing I need to do is anger him. He's so intimidating...' Your eyes were squeezed shut, and luckily, you heard footsteps leaving you as fast as they came. You exhaled, before reopening your eyes.

"That was really close." Banjou stated, and didn't spare another second before getting back to work. You clenched your hands together, before sitting down, and watching his retreating figure. Thoughts of the scowl that had always coated his face, his fury filled words, and bitterness came into mind.

"Hey! (Name)! Stop sitting down, if they see that you're not working they'll starve you." Banjou whisper yelled to you. This snapped you out of your train of thought, but only for a brief second. You found your eyes always darting over towards the lean male, who would be leaning against the wall, and watching over the kidnapped members clean corpses for food later on. Your fingers numbly managed to do the job, but you had one last thought.

'... I think that I'm going to make Mr. Kirishima a Christmas present. Maybe that'll warm his heart up!'

~*~

Banjou's rough and worn down fingers rubbed circles into his forehead, as he caught you walking back into the building late at night. You were giving him a headache with all the mischief you've been pulling. When you hadn't left a message showing that you were leaving, Banjou automatically assumed that Aogiri Tree had disposed of you. But here you were, yarn stuffed in your arms, and breath unsteady.

"I feel like I shouldn't ask where you were." Banjou remarked, as he watched you plop down inside. You looked down at the yarn, a smile adorning your peach tinted lips.

"I was just running an errand." You responded, before reaching down towards the yarn. Banjou raised an eyebrow.

"An errand? (Name), it's more than obvious that you stole those-"

"Come on Banjou! It's almost Christmas, you know that. I'm just... making a present for someone, that's all, okay?" You felt a bit of guilt penetrate in your gut, knowing the stress you must've amounted onto the poor guy. Banjou took in a deep breath, before shaking his head and walking over to your stash of yarn. He picked most of it up, and placed it tried stuffing it in any spare pockets.

"Hurry up. We need to get to sleep before they catch both of us and make us their next meal." Banjou told you, before walking away. Your face lit up in surprise - eyebrows rising, and lips doing the same.

"Thank you Banjou."

~*~

'I can do this,' you thought, your eyes searching for a familiar figure, 'there's no need to be so scared.' You repeated these words in your mind over and over, hoping to engrave them deeply into your subconscious. It didn't seem to work however, when Ayato entered the room, a dark vermillion stain near his mouth. The sight of blood, though familiar, made your uneasiness skyrocket into the air. Your fingers harshly gripped the material that was concealed by your back, and you contemplated just giving up on the entire thing. Dark indigo colored eyes lazily drooped over to see your tensed up figure, which certainly didn't help you to relax.

"(Name), was it? Why the hell are you standing still? Do I need to beat the instructions into your head?" Ayato harshly asked, his hand reaching out to grasp your collar. You moved backwards a little, almost stumbling over your own feet. As quickly as you could, you shook your head, a wave of dizziness overcoming you as he marched closer.

"N-No sir! I just... have something that I-I'd like to give you..." You trailed off. Ayato halted in his spot, before sighing. You looked at him, nervously drumming your fingers against the material behind you.

"Well then? I have things to do, give me the damn thing." Hesitantly, you slowly unveiled the handmade sweater from behind you, and placed it into Ayato's outstretched hand. He looked at it, his eyes widened, and body not moving a single inch. You gulped down a non existent liquid, before backing away even more.

"I-It's an early Christmas gift. I actually made it myself out of yarn." You moved your gaze down at the patch of material, almost feeling a surge of pride inside of yourself. It was pretty well made - no strings were hanging loosely, and the color was a pleasant white. Clear of any imperfections. Almost pure even.

Ayato, without a single word leaving his lips, stormed over towards the window. Since the building you and the rest of Aogiri Tree were residing in was broken down and long abandoned, many of the windows were cracked, weak, or sometimes just gaping holes. With the sweater in his hand, he threw it out the window. A small noise emanated from you, one that could be described as shocked. Your eyes watched as your hard work simply was thrown out, and soon enough, it was out of sight.

"You need to stop screwing around with dumb shit like knitting. Get back to work, or I'll kick your ass." Words flew venomously out of his mouth, each one stabbing your heart with a direct hit. You took in a deep breath, your fists clenching by your sides. You felt warm water bubble up in the form of tears, before the fresh liquid streamed down your face.

"Hey, why the hell are-" You didn't hear the rest of it, instead, only the fast clicks of your heels hitting the ground. You speed walked out the door, your hand furiously wiping away the tears that were escaping your eyes.

Ayato's lips pursed together, as an uncomfortable chill replaced the shuffling of people working in the room. He looked over to see everyone staring at him.

"Get your asses back to work. You don't want to go three months without dinner, do you?" Ayato snapped at them. Quickly, everyone proceeded to continue whatever task was at hand. Ayato sighed, before walking over towards the window he threw the sweater out.

~*~

It was Ayato's turn to look around for someone. For the most part, he ignored any lingering stares that would be thrown his way. However, if it was his own subordinate staring at him in awe, he'd glare at snap at them to get back to work. That, or he'd break their arm. His head turned both left and right, as he strode around the familiar halls of Aogiri Tree's hideout. Upon catching sight of (h/c) hair, he stopped his fast walk, and walked over to the owner of the hair.

More specifically, you.

You jolted at the physical contact of a hand on your shoulder, and hurriedly moved off your butt and dusted yourself off. You hurriedly mumbled incoherent apologies - desperately hoping that the person that had noticed you slacking off wasn't a superior who would kill or torture you.

"Calm down, idiot." Shivers racked up your spine, as you recognized the voice. You looked up to see Ayato. Your eyelids raised up, your eyebrows arching, and forehead wrinkling together. His shirt. It wasn't his normal leather attire, with zippers and dark colors decorating it. No, it was the sweater you spent hours of time piecing together for him.

"Y-You're wearing it..." Your brief surprised facial expression slowly melted away, but the lingering affect tingled throughout your body. Ayato nervously stuffed his hands into his pocket, before moving his eyes away from your own.

"So what? It's just a sweater." He grumbled, his tone reflecting grouchiness. Even if it seemed rude, you couldn't help but feel almost accomplished that he acknowledged it! Taking a closer look at his face, you could see dark bags underneath both of his eyes, along with a few patches of dirt faded away.

"You don't know how to do laundry, Ayato?" You let out a brief laugh, but quickly silenced it once his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Shut up and take my gift, you bitch." Ayato's offhanded comment stunned you, what did he mean by present? Not even a split second later, something was thrown at your face. You felt a slightly irritating material rub against the skin coating your face, and you slowly peeled off whatever it was Ayato threw at you. You looked down to see it was a handmade sweater.

It wasn't nearly as well crafted as yours was, but you were able to tell Ayato spent some time on it from the darkened spots underneath his eyes. You felt joy bubble within your chest, and before you could stop yourself, you leant over and pressed your lips against his cheek in a quick peck.

"Thanks for the gift, Ayato! I love it!" You exclaimed, before a weak sound left your vocal chords. In the quickest way you could muster, your feet hit the ground, and you ran off to put on the sweater.

~*~

Ayato's limbs lied tangled in his blanket, his eyes staring blankly up at the sealing. His fists bunched together the small amounts of his blanket, his mind recalling the moment he handed you that shitty sweater he spent all night making. He rolls over to one side, his thoughts straying to a Christmas he had with Touka and Arata. Your kindness reminded him of that. Your smile haunted his mind, and the feeling of your lips against his cheek made his cheeks heat up. He covered his head flush against his pillow, his hair messily fanning out.

Ayato quickly stopped trying to think back onto it. Just thinking about Arata got him riled up, and after staying up all night, he needed to finally get some rest. He took in a few deep breaths, before he felt a bit of drowsiness hit him. Time ticked away, and with the night looming around, you slowly crept into Ayato's room.

You crept up to his bedside slowly, and silently hoped he was asleep. And he indeed was. His mouth was slightly agape, and a few strands of his hair that was equivalent to a lion's mane fell lazily onto his face. You turned around to leave him rest peacefully, but instead you were greeted with cold fingers wrapping around wrist. You froze at the contact, but turned around to see Ayato still asleep.

If it weren't for the circumstances, you would've sighed in relief. Gently, you placed your fingers onto the ones that wrapped around your wrist, and tried to pry them off. They didn't budge. You tried again, putting a bit more strength into it. The fingers somehow managed to grow even stronger, and you knew that you couldn't move them.

You already saw marks starting to form on your wrist. Reluctantly, you sat down onto the ground, and looked up to see Ayato still sleeping in a serene way. You accepted the fate of staying up practically all night. Either that, or getting a sore back.

~*~

"Mmm." A few low grumbles came from where Ayato was, and your drooped eyelids shot open. Ayato slowly moved his face, and lazily blinked a few times. He looked at you, and wasn't able to process why you were there. You both just stared at each other awkwardly.

"W-What the hell are you doing here?" Ayato whispered, his voice croaky since he just woke up. You felt a flush of heat spread across your face, both because of his huskier morning voice and since you had no clue how to explain the situation.

"Er, well, I came to make sure you were sleeping well and uh, you sorta reached out in your sleep and grabbed my wrist." After saying this, you looked down towards the grip he had yet to remove. His eyes quickly widened, and he retracted his hand.

"Why didn't you just take it off?" He grumbled back. You honestly were perplexed on if he was mad about waking up and seeing you sitting on his floor, or if he just couldn't calculate what was going on.

"You have a surprising amount of strength." You awkwardly mumbled back, before scratching the back of your neck. Ayato sighed, before reaching down and grabbing your wrist again.

"Hey, what-" You couldn't finish what you were saying, before you were pulled up, and into the single bed Ayato was lying in. Your back was touching his chest, and your body stung from hitting the bed when he pulled you up. You were already sensing that were would be a few bruises dotting your body.

"Just... shut up and get some sleep, okay? You're tired I'm sure, and it's the least I can do for... you know." Ayato huffed out, not humbling himself for a moment. You accept this invitation, your eyelids slowly drooped down. Before you fell asleep, you felt arms wrap rather tightly around your torso. Ayato lied there awake, since he felt too flustered to fall asleep. He only had one thought, however.

'I'm glad this idiot made me a sweater.'