STOP THATS SAD

STOP THATS SAD

Tachigin gender reveal short fic

“You’re a WHAT?!”

“I’m a woman.”

Gin didn’t think she’d ever seen Tachihara shocked before. He mostly spent his time sitting in the corner, polishing his pistols and looking grumpy. When he did have something to say, it was usually a complaint about Higuchi slacking off or Hirotsu smoking indoors.

“Does it really matter? It doesn’t change anything. I can keep up with you any day of the week.”

He almost looked…disappointed?

“Of course not! I’m just…I mean, it doesn’t matter or nothin’.”

The redhead turned away slightly. His face was a bit red.

“Is it because we’ve slept in the same bed? You don’t have to be embarrassed about sharing a bed with a-“

“It’s not fuckin’ that, ok?!”

Tachihara took a deep breath, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “Let’s just drop this. Like you said, it doesn’t change anything anyway.”

Black eyes narrowed as she scrutinized him. The slight shifting of his weight, the kicked puppy dog look his was so good at…curse those stupid, obnoxiously bright eyes that always seemed to…follow her…oh.

The corner of her mouth tilted up.

“Do you have a crush on me or something?”

If looks could kill, Gin would’ve been a corpse on the floor. Actually, if he wanted to kill her in general, she’d be a corpse on the floor.

Gin was strong. Fast. Silent and deadly. One of the top assassins in the port mafia. But she was also perceptive. She knew not to underestimate an enemy. Or an ally.

Tachihara had good reflexes, but he was holding back most of the time. He bitched and moaned and tattled on her to Hirotsu, but when it came down to it, he was an effective fighter. And despite how closely they worked most of the time, none of them really knew much about him.

“…oi, are you even listening?!”

His words snapped her back to reality.

“Huh?”

“Jeez, this is why you piss me off. I said that I…” he trailed off, looking away again.

Probably for the best anyway. The emotion in his eyes was always so intense.

“…I thought you were, y’know. Like me. Or whatever.”

Like him?

Her eyes flickered down to the triangle of black fabric peeking out past the collar of his shirt. Oh.

“Wait, you thought I was trans?”

“Tch. Is it really such a stretch? I mean, you use like, guy pronouns. And you bind or whatever,” he grumbled with a dismissive huff.

Despite that, the slight hurt was clear in his eyes. It made sense. He’d thought that she understood him in that sense. And though it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t help the guilt that washed over her.

Curse those stupid eyes.

“Look, Tachihara-“

“I already said it’s fine, yeah? I’m sick of talking about this.”

He turned on his heel, stalking back to his usual corner of the weapons warehouse.

“So what? You’re ignoring me now?”

He shot her a glare over his shoulder.

“I gotta fix my left gun. The trigger is a bit sticky.”

She watched as he plopped down, aggressively fiddling with the metal. He kept glancing over at her. The steel pipes holding the florescent lights creaked above them.

“Michizō-“

“Just leave me alone.”

The light flickered slightly. And if that wasn’t a sign.

“Alright. Fine.”

Her heeled boots clicked on the ground as she walked away. One last furtive glance back revealed him still staring at her with those fucking eyes.

Then, the metal barn doors slid shut.