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Masao Maeda was a pervert, he wasn’t going to deny that, but he was also an artist. Yes, he may have made the Love Pillar’s uniform very revealing, but his work is more than meets the eye: lightweight for arm movement, flexible at the hips and waist, and with an extra layer to retain more warmth than the other uniforms.
Each garment was different, especially those made for the Pillars, since as the strongest they needed the best uniforms. And Maeda, perfect in his work, dedicated himself to studying each breathing style: flexible clothing for Miss Kanjori; for Miss Shinobu, much lighter material on the arms to increase movement speed; for young Tokito, loose-fitting garments that would be cooler and more breathable (so the poor boy wouldn’t suffer heatstroke, no matter how hard he trained); for Mr. Iguro, flexible material for both the upper and lower sections; for Shinazuwaga, open shirts and more durable fabrics given his level of violence; for Mr. Tengen, brighter material (“Let the sun make it shine! More flashy!”); for Rengoku, cooler fabrics; for Himejima-san, extremely large clothing; and, of course, for Mr. Tomioka, two types of uniforms—one designed to retain more heat in cold climates (something about him being very sensitive to low temperatures).
Miss Shinobu may have scorned her first uniform (“How could you burn my masterpiece?!”), but as a good tailor he didn’t hesitate to replace it with one to her liking—and to her student’s as well. It still stung; both of them were so beautiful that it felt like a waste. But don’t think it was just with women; when he first started out as a tailor, he’d also tried to get some men hunters to wear revealing outfits, but that always ended worse since they were much more opposed to the very idea, so he simply gave up. Although there was one person he couldn’t get out of his mind and whom he so desperately wanted to dress: Tomioka Giyuu, the Water Hashira.
He saw him when the young man showed up to have his initial measurements taken for his Hashira uniform; by then, Tomioka was almost sixteen and already had a very well-formed physique. The kakushi had never been so glad to have studied anatomy (clothing must be perfect for every muscle), because if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t have noticed the potential of that developing body—and he hadn’t been wrong! When the Pillar had reached the age of 19, his body looked as if it had been sculpted by the gods themselves: sharp, defined shoulders; muscles far more chiseled than those of an average Hashira, thanks to the unique flexibility of his breathing; a broad back etched like a charcoal drawing; the hollow of his collarbone; large pectorals (“He really had a chest, damn it!”); sculpted glutes; defined yet thick thighs; calves that seemed polished; but most importantly, above ALL else… it was…
His damn waist
How the hell could it be so small?
No idea, but thanks, universe!
So yeah, Madao wanted to make him a custom uniform, well... he already had it made, he’d... had it made for a long time. Honestly, he’d be ashamed if he admitted the days and nites he’d spent praying that something would happen to the pillar’s uniform. But that was before, because today, after years of waiting, his wish had come true.
Tomioka Giyuu stepped thru the door with a tattered uniform; it had been his only barrier between his skin and acid spewed by a demon, and he considered thanking the kakushi since the fabric had held up just long enough to prevent it from penetrating his skin and burning him. His haori was safe; he’d taken it off once he’d figured out the Blood Demon Art, but his clothes were in tatters—at least he was still decent, with only his legs and arms exposed.
—Don’t worry, Tomioka-sama! I have the perfect uniform for you! What’s more, I made it especially for you; I put a lot of effort into it.—that wasn’t a lie, but something told him that if he wanted his masterpiece to be used, he had to emphasize all the effort and time it had taken.
—It wasn't necessary...— he said awkwardly as he watched Masao hurry into his office.
—Here it is! And before you judge his appearance, let me tell you that he has a lot to offer a talented hunter like you—and he’s handsome, very, very handsome.
—All right...—he said, holding the garments uncertainly as he stepped into the fitting room. He wouldn’t admit to anyone the difficulties he’d had getting dressed, because this... was revealing.
When he came out dressed, the kakushi felt like he was seeing the eighth wonder of the world; even tho he was the one who had created it, he was surprised. The pants were open, and he made sure to show the world the hunk of thighs this man was packing, thanks to a slit in the back that ran from the waist down to the boots (where the anklets he’d given him were).Then the black uniform shirt was loose but cut in half, sleeveless of course; he knew that leaving his midriff exposed would make the hunter feel self-conscious, so underneath the uniform he wore a black mesh shirt with silver flecks, fitted snugly around his narrow waist. He looked beautiful, divine, desirable.
—You look amazing, Tomioka-sama! Absolutely amazing!—He couldn’t say “sexy”; he had to wait a little longer until the other left.
—I’m not sure; it’s very revealing. I know you’ve put a lot of effort into it, but…—the other person interrupted him.
—Before you reject it, please do one of your stances!—the Pillar looked at him in surprise, but obeyed as they headed to the courtyard, oblivious to the chaos that seemed to erupt whenever he ran into another kakushi. He decided to go for the Third Form, and when he stopped he was surprised: he felt lighter and his range of motion was greater. He rotated his hips and raised his arms—yes, it was much easier to move, and something told him that running would be even easier. —See?— More than just offering.—he smiled, and the moment he saw the Hashira move, he knew he had won.
Tomioka said goodbye with great gratitude and resumed his journey to his estate, completely unaware of the chaos his new appearance was about to cause.
Tanjirou recognized the scent before turning around, already preparing a loud “Giyu-saaaaaan” when he froze at the sight before his eyes. And from Zenitsu’s stifled scream and Inosuke’s loud exclamation, he knew he wasn’t the only one. It was illegal; he was committing a crime by witnessing such a being.
—Good morning, Tanjirou, are you on your way to headquarters?—he asked curiously. —Are you sick?— he added, noticing the deep blush that adorned the younger boy.
—No! I mean, yes! It’s—he took a breath as he calmed down and smiled tensely.—We’re heading to the Butterfly Mansion to have some wounds from our last mission checked out, nothing serious.—paused and gave him a long, lingering look from head to toe, stopping for a moment at the older man’s chest.—The uniform is new.
—Yes, a demon destroy the other one, and the kakushi in charge said he made this one for me. Does it look bad?
—Of course not!
—It looks too good, and that’s the problem!
—I feel like taking a bite out of you! Hehehehe.—the pillar stepped back a bit at the three’s reaction. They looked strange: Tanjirou wore a restrained smile, young Agatsuma seemed to be having a crisis, and the boar-headed boy had begun circling him to get a better look. —Your legs are showing.—he said, curiously poking the exposed skin of his right thigh, earning a sharp exclamation from the square-patterned haori.
—Oh... that.—He tentatively stretched out his right leg and touched the opening curiously.—I was unsure, but it improved my range of motion.—He looked back at them just in time to see the blond man biting his haori and Tanjirou with the same expression, the only difference being his eyes closed.—I think I’ll be going; I need to head to my estate and then file the report.
—Alright, see you later, Giyuu-san!—as soon as the man was out of sight, he dropped to his knees.—Mom... thank you for raising me to be a good son and older brother, because if I’d been the younger one, I would have pounced on him.—Why the hell did he touch my leg like that so boldly?
Giyuu had been lucky in his first encounter: a kind older brother, a wild boy who was just curious, and one who was too busy questioning his sexuality to do anything about it. Now all that was left was to wait and see what his adult classmates would do.
Upon arriving at the estate, he washed his haori; he hadn’t put it on since morning because it was dirty from the nite before, so he’d have to wait for it to dry. He took the opportunity to head to his room to grab another hair tie and put his hair in the same low ponytail, but when he looked in the mirror, something didn’t convince him, so he decided to style it differently. Blaming his new uniform; the change made him feel bolder, so he tied his hair into a high ponytail, leaving a few strands and his bangs loose—that way his face was more defined. Not that he knew it, oblivious to his own beauty.
He jumped when he heard his old raven arrive.
"Pillars' meeting today at 1!" He looked at the clock and sighed; there were only ten minutes left... he'd be late, and he already expected the biting remarks from Shinazugawa and Iguro. He got up and ran.
—That bastard is late again; I swear I’m going to kill him.
—Well, Shinazugawa-san, isn’t it a bit early to be so bitter?—all the Pillars were sitting on the engawa, waiting for the remaining member; even the Master was present.
—Be patient, Sanemi; I was informed that Giyuu had trouble with a mission last nite. He should be here any minute now.—the man grumbled under his breath. That conceited jerk pissed him off, and as if by fate, a soft knock on the door was heard.
—Sorry I'm late.— he said softly; he was about to enter when a scream echoed throughout the mansion.
—WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING, YOU IDIOT?!—he looked at the Wind Pillar, startled by the volume, and saw that the man’s face was contorted with rage but also completely red. Looking beyond him, looking for the others’ reactions that were... different?: Kocho wore an overly tense smile, Kanjori was flushed and sweating, Tokito stared fixedly at him, Rengoku had taken on a color similar to the tips of his hair, Iguro was petrified, and Tengen wore a cheeky grin.
—My uniform.—he said simply. Why all the fuss?
—That’s not a fucking uniform!
—Yes, it is; the kakushi did it for me. I know it’s a bit revealing-
—A LITTLE!— Iguro shouted this time.
—But it's comfortable,—he said, turning slightly and unintentionally revealing the gap between his thighs, then stopping when he heard a thud. Rengoku had banged his forehead on the floor. —...Shall we continue with the meeting?
—Of course, Giyuu.— the master smiled amusedly; he already had an idea of what was going on.
The meeting went smoothly—LIE, it was a silent chaos. The poor Water Pillar had felt penetrating gazes, specifically on his legs, since sitting down offered a better view of his flesh, and as if that weren’t enough, the damn mesh was pulled tight against his hips. The arms didn’t help either; knowing that those biceps had been hidden all that time made one feel the need to touch them.
By a twist of fate, Shinazuwaga was at her side, and he would send anyone to the grave who pointed out how he’d spent most of the meeting staring at the gap between her thighs. Kocho wanted to be angry; she knew which kakushi had given her companion that uniform, but... she turned to look at the fabric stretched tight across his chest, and she couldn’t deny it was a good view. The Flame Pillar was standing behind her, so she didn’t hesitate to spend the entire meeting with her eyes fixed on his covered waist, feeling like she was about to burst into flames.
—That’s all for today; you may leave.—He smiled and stood up.—Or, you can stay for a while and hang out as classmates; you know I like it when you get along.—He looked at them mischievously. As they left, an eerie silence fell.
—I'll leave.— he whispered, trying not to sound so desperate; he felt as if he were surrounded by a pack of dogs and he was the steak.
—Hold it right there, Tomioka.—Tengen approached and wrapped an arm around him.—Do you know my wives?
—You piece of shit, you’re gonna—
—The one who doesn't hurry doesn't eat.—he said with a smug smile.
—Tomioka-san, you look great!—Kanjori shouted excitedly as he approached. —Your hair looks better like that too.
"Of course", Shinazuwaga thought, as if he didn’t look good enough in that uniform; the high ponytail only made him more attractive. "I’d rather die than admit it."
—Kanjori is right, Tomioka! You look very handsome!—Rengoku chimed in, standing very close.
—Uh, thanks.—He blushed a little; he wasn’t used to so much attention. He jumped a little when he felt something on his left leg.
—There’s a lot of skin showing.—Tokito pecked at his thigh with a finger, then gave it a superficial caress.—Isn’t it uncomfortable?
—At first, but I’ve gotten used to it now.—The younger boy nodded thoughtfully and moved his hand behind; then was stopped by the white-haired, scarred boy who didn’t hesitate to grab it and glare at him.
—Where do you think you’re taking that hand?
—And what about you?
—Ara ara, why don’t we calm down? The uniform is very eye-catching, but let’s not overdo it.—she placed her small hands on her companion’s chest.—Mmmm, it looks durable and lightweight.
—That's right.— he said, not mentioning the hands on his chest. —Water Breathing requires flexibility in the upper torso, so I think the kakushi was thinking about that.— The butterfly nodded and gave him a light squeeze before pulling away, mocking the white-haired man's furious glare.
—Bare arms are a good acquisition too.—The Sound Pillar wrapped his hand completely around the bicep.—You know, I have several accessories you could wear on your forearms, so they won’t be so exposed.
He thot for a moment. —Well.—he said, —It would be better, something like Kanjori’s stockings.
—Very well, tomorrow at my farm?
—Bastard...— he ignored the comment; Shinazuwaga was being weird and annoying, even more so than usual.
—I didn't know you had such a small waist.— the Flame Pillar commented with a smile and red cheeks.
—Isn't it normal?— he asked curiously as he looked at himself. He’d seen waists as small as his on women… oh, he got it now.
—It's not bad...— the dark-haired man observed as the blond seemed to consider something before taking a deep breath and reaching a conclusion. —Excuse me, Tomioka!— he shouted, grabbing him by the waist.
—Oh...—he understood now, and he looked curiously as the Flame Pillar’s hands almost touched. Apparently, he really did have a small one; I heard several exclamations and the occasional curse, and I already had a pretty good idea who it was.
—You stupid idiot, you can’t just do that!
—That was very bold, Rengoku-san.— says the one who touched his breasts.
—I want one too!
Surprisingly, Tomioka didn’t mind having his waist grabbed one by one; his innocent mind believed it was just out of curiosity, perhaps to check how narrow it was or to feel the fabric of his uniform. Of course, the Pillars didn’t miss the opportunity; they weren’t as saintly as Tanjirou.
Mitsuri excitedly grabbed his waist and, feeling bold, lifted him up. “You’re so light, Tomioka-san!” Tokito, after taking hold of his waist, also groped his chest. “Kocho is right, the fabric is thin.” Uzui, behaving as always, touched his waist, arms, and hips. “How extravagant!” Even Iguro hadn’t hesitated to check how narrow his waist was before retreating to hide in a corner!
—Don't you want to check the material, Shinazugawa-san?— Shinobu asked playfully as she felt for the opening on his right thigh.
—Go to hell.
—I bet with hands as big as yours you could wrap them all the way around i.t— she laughed as she noticed the nape of his neck and his ears turning red. Tomioka looked at him curiously, completely oblivious to the fingers tracing his back, and that was the worst part: couldn’t the damn guy see what was happening? Was he really that ignorant?
Surround him completely… —Fuck it.— He strode forward and abruptly placed his hands on his waist; they couldn’t touch, but they almost did, and that was enough. He felt his blush deepen.—I’m leaving; I don’t want to waste any more time, and you should do the same—we have demons to kill.
—It's 3 p.m.
—I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!—he exclaimed as he stormed out. Everyone present, except for the harassed pillar, laughed.
—I think I should withdraw as well.— he commented as he pulled away from the Love Pillar's hands. I heard several complaints until everyone went their separate ways.
—Tomioka...—he turned to look at the Stone Pillar, who had remained on the sidelines throughout the exchange. Do you know what happened before?
—Yes, Himejima-san, they were checking if my new uniform was useful for missions.—or at least that’s what it seemed like, since they were really scrutinizing the fabric’s quality.
—...I’ll pray for you...
What?
At that moment, the Kamaboko Squad, along with Genya (once he managed to avoid fainting), Senjuru, Kanao, Himejima, and the girls from the Butterfly Mansion, formed a group with only one mission: Protect the Water Pillar from the world’s perversion.