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【Geto Suguru】 Your Cat

Geto Suguru recalls you as that one kouhai of his who runs to the cafeteria the moment class ends. Countless times he’s witnessed you run past him at an inhuman speed just to reach the cafeteria. There are really not many people in Jujutsu Tech, he doesn’t know who you’re racing against, for even if you weren't the first on the lunch line, the food would still be there. Unlike Haibara or Nanami, he rarely gets to talk to you, not like he gets to talk to first years a lot in the first place. But now, his silly little kouhai stands before him, breathless. Your hair is a mess, and so are your clothes.

“I- I’m.. My cat—” You pant, struggling to speak.

“You do realize having pets in the dormitories is against the rules, right?” He told you, but still held out the cat for you to take back.

You quickly took the cat away from his arms, “Please don’t tell anyone! Please!” You bowed to him 90 degrees. “I promise I won’t accidentally let her out again,” you assured him, looking up with unwavering sincerity.

He chuckled and ruffled your hair, “Then it’ll be our little secret.” He pressed a finger onto his lips, signaling that he wouldn’t tell anyone, “but make sure you don’t let her out again, I won’t be here every day to catch her.”

“Of course, of course! Thank you so much, Geto senpai!” Your eyes were teary from gratitude. He’s such a kind man, you thought.

But over the next few months, your cat kept escaping out of the dorms, such as when you’re in class, on a mission, or in the shopping mall. And every time you go to seek her, she’s always with Suguru, they seem to be in a really good relationship for some odd reason.

“Ah, your cat.” He says every time he sees you running his way, your cat in his arms or next to him. Satoru is sometimes near as well, threatening to tell Yaga about the cat if you don’t buy him the limited daifuku from the dessert store downtown.

Time in Jujutsu Tech went on until the summer of 2007. It’s been a year since the failure of the Star Plasma Vessel mission, Geto Suguru has not been looking right, he even stopped hanging out with your cat recently. You’ve asked him multiple times if he was alright but the only answer you’ve gotten was “summer stress”. What a dumb excuse, Suguru.

He got skinnier, his eye bags and dark circles deepened, and he sometimes even stopped tying his hair up in school.

“I’m always here to talk if you need me.” You told him, concerned.

Geto stared at your face, emotions hidden in his dark eyes, for a moment you swear you saw tears.

He hugged you tight in his embrace, his scent engulfing you. “Thanks.” He rasped out. You both remained silent for a while, and you broke the silence.

“I’ll be going on a mission this afternoon. Let's go eat soba after I come back.” You smiled up at him, and he nodded with a small chuckle.

“I think we should…” He started, “Maybe, would you…” He trails off, not finishing his sentence.

“Hm?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“No, nothing, I’ll tell you when you come back.” He smiled gently, as soft as a summer’s breeze.

I was going to go back.

I was going to tell him that I liked him too.

I didn’t want to die.

I had so many things I hadn't done yet.

You finally cried out in pain when the cursed spirit tore off your arm. Beads of hot tears rolled off your cheeks and onto the hard earth. It was a miscalculation of the curse’s grade, you couldn’t win alone. Regret washed over your exhausted body, you should’ve told him before leaving.

Geto Suguru was the last thought on your mind before your body was torn into pieces. Blood splattered within the veil, and a noxious stench spread through the area. Your remains are returned to Jujutsu Tech and later on cremated.

It seems like nobody was able to walk out of the summer of 2007.

Geto Suguru defected, he left everything behind and started the persuasion of his own life and goals. Except for your cat, he brought her with him, the only thing from Jujutsu Tech he brought with him. He cut off every last one of his way out, he even murdered his own parents to reinforce that mindset in his brain. He cannot turn back anymore, even if it’s Gojo Satoru who tried to stop him. Your cat was his only source of comfort for a while.

The cat lived for another 10 years after his defection, and the day before Christmas Eve, she died. Suguru suddenly laughed as he cradled her lifeless body, “Is that so?” he mutters, speaking to the cat as well as to himself. He stroked the cat’s fur one last time before handing her to the two girls he took in, who once adored the cat as well.

“Bury her.” He waved them off, a hand on his forehead in exhaustion.

When he sat alone in that dark alley on Christmas Eve, blood oozed out of his missing arm. ‘Pure love’, huh? How long has it been since he’s last heard of that word? I think you used to say it a lot… His life flashed before his eyes, how tragic, comical, and uninteresting. His best friend stood right in front of him, and he chuckled at his grand funeral for himself. Maybe it’s not bad to die in a way like this, he thought.

Geto Suguru looked at his best friend one last time, but this time he saw a white beam coming towards him — you. His eyes widened as he saw you running towards him, tears streaming down your face.

You were looking for something, something important. What was it again?

Oh, right.

He looked down at his lap, a cat resting there, nuzzling her head on him, purring.

“Ah… your cat…” he mumbles with his last breath before closing his eyes.

He heard his best friend laugh and sob into his hands, and the sounds gradually grew further and further away.

“Geto senpai!”

He opened his eyes again.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #geto suguru #geto x you #geto x y/n #geto x reader #geto suguru imagines #geto suguru oneshot #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #suguru geto #boa-h

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boa-h · 8 months

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hello, i hope your night/day is going well. what do you think crocodile, sanji and/or (if you can’t include him, it’s okay) gyutaro’s ‘ideal’ match would be? as in what would they be attracted to?

omg was this sent in june???????? i just saw it wth i’m so sorry 😭

since gyutaro is from a different anime than crocodile and sanji, i won’t include him in this post, but if you want you can request him to be in a future post. i’m so sorry about this 🙏

Ideal Type

[Crocodile, Sanji]

Crocodile

Someone smart, cunning, and ambitious but not ambitious enough to try to overtake his spot

You might say ‘oh what a sly fucking bitch’ but to him, his ambitions are always the priority, it’s not that he won’t care about his partner or anything, it’s just that relationships would always come in 2nd place for him

He needs someone strong enough to take care of themselves, to not become his weak spot. Being an infamous pirate means a lot of enemies, he cannot stop his footsteps for you

His partner should be as cool or as beautiful as him, just for the looks

Sanji

Someone with a good looking face and good body proportions. They cannot show up looking like Orochi, or that one lady who claims to be Whitebeard’s wife

Big boobs… small boobs… no boobs? Who cares! He can take all

Preferably someone who can’t cook that well, so he gets to show off his amazing cooking skills hehe

I think he would want someone who’s strict and protective over him, it would probably make him feel like he’s loved and cared for

#one piece #sir crocodile #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #crocodile x you #crocodile x reader #crocodile x y/n #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #sanji x reader #one piece headcanons #crocodile headcanons #sanji headcanons #boa-h

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boa-h · 9 months

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is it bc i wrote a bad fic or is it bc i used 1st person pov 😭😭😭😭

【Geto Suguru】 I Used to Love Him

I haven’t had a dream about my past for a long time.

In my dream, the sky was as blue as always, and everyone was happy. I dreamed about my high school years with my best friends and lover. We were walking back to our dormitories after school while joking around, I think it was an afternoon during our first year. I remember walking past the track field, and Satoru challenged Suguru to a race, Shoko and I watched from afar. I forgot who won, but summer was hot, Gojo Satoru was sticky when he came to hug us, Shoko and I shoved him away.

In my dream, I saw the day Geto Suguru asked me out. It was winter where days were shorter. I walked out of the dessert shop I used to go to, and I bumped into him. He said he wanted to take me somewhere, so I went with him. We ended up on the seashore, the wind was blowing extra hard, both of our noses and cheeks were red due to the cold. I could barely hear him.

“I like you! Please go out with me!” He says.

It was a very simple sentence, there was no mention of the past nor promises of the future, but I’m sure I still said yes. Because when his chapped lips touched mine, I felt happiness.

The summer of 2006 was a mess, and so was the summer of 2007. Curses crawled on earth like maggots and the only reason I didn’t kill myself was because I was still too in love with Geto Suguru. He said he would take me to Paris after graduation, we would go to the Eiffel Tower, we would go café hopping, and then we would kiss on the streets of Montmartre. But he couldn’t make it to graduation. He didn’t take me with him.

Geto Suguru met every one of his past friends and acquaintances after his defection, including Shoko and Satoru and even Nanami.

But he never once came to see me.

In my dream, everyone was happy. We went on picnics during sakura season, we went to the beach during summer, we went pumpkin carving on Halloween and we had sleepovers during Christmas.

In my dream, Geto Suguru quit being a Jujutsu Sorcerer along with me after we graduated from Jujutsu High, and he took me to Paris like he promised, and we went boating in Bois de Boulogne and we kissed under the sunset.

I opened my eyes. I haven’t had a dream about my past for a long time.

I checked my phone, it was 04:28 AM, December 24th, 2017. It was a little chilly in my room, I must’ve forgotten to turn on the heater. I sat up from my bed and yawned, then I found my window opened. The sun has yet started to rise, my eyes met the purple gaze I haven’t seen in years, and I stared at him.

I imagined a lot of ways of our reunion, I thought I might see him on the streets, or at the beach, or inside a village that he just finished rampaging in. I thought that I might cry, or go hug him, or shout at him and demand an explanation. But I didn’t.

Geto Suguru sat on my windowsill, he didn’t have any cursed spirits with him, nor did he plan on summoning any. He just stared at me like how I stared at him.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t go hug him.

I didn’t shout and demand an explanation.

I just looked at him. His hair got longer than the last time I saw him, his eye bags became more noticeable, his eyes contained some emotions that I couldn’t read anymore.

I tried to figure out what he might be feeling right now. Is he sad? Or happy? Did he regret killing all those people? Or maybe did he regret not bringing me along with him on his journey?

“Yo! Long time no see.” My thoughts were cut off by his energetic greeting.

Ah. Right. It’s all alright.

Everything is fine.

Because I still love him.

And that was the last time I ever saw Geto Suguru.

#boa-h reblogs #boa-h blabbers #please why don’t ygs like this fic #i need feedbacks #i cannot handle this

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boa-h · 9 months

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【Geto Suguru】 I Used to Love Him

I haven’t had a dream about my past for a long time.

“I like you! Please go out with me!” He says.

It was a very simple sentence, there was no mention of the past nor promises of the future, but I’m sure I still said yes. Because when his chapped lips touched mine, I felt happiness.

Geto Suguru met every one of his past friends and acquaintances after his defection, including Shoko and Satoru and even Nanami.

But he never once came to see me.

In my dream, everyone was happy. We went on picnics during sakura season, we went to the beach during summer, we went pumpkin carving on Halloween and we had sleepovers during Christmas.

In my dream, Geto Suguru quit being a Jujutsu Sorcerer along with me after we graduated from Jujutsu Tech, and he took me to Paris like he promised, and we went boating in Bois de Boulogne and we kissed under the sunset.

I opened my eyes. I haven’t had a dream about my past for a long time.

Geto Suguru sat on my windowsill, he didn’t have any cursed spirits with him, nor did he plan on summoning any. He just stared at me like how I stared at him.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t go hug him.

I didn’t shout and demand an explanation.

I just looked at him. His hair got longer than the last time I saw him, his eye bags became more noticeable, his eyes contained some emotions that I couldn’t read anymore.

I tried to figure out what he might be feeling right now. Is he sad? Or happy? Did he regret killing all those people? Or maybe did he regret not bringing me along with him on his journey?

“Yo! Long time no see.” My thoughts were cut off by his energetic greeting.

Ah. Right. It’s all alright.

Everything is fine.

Because I still love him.

And that was the last time I ever saw Geto Suguru.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jujutsu kaisen imagines #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto x y/n #geto x you #geto suguru oneshot #geto suguru imagines #boa-h

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boa-h · 9 months

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Whistle

[Satoru, Suguru, Toji]

*that Flo Rida concert i went to last night awaked a memory i didn’t know i had

“You just put your lips together and you come real close.”

Context:

You ask them if they knew how to whistle, regardless of yes or no, you wanted them to show you. The moment they puckered their lips, you pressed your own onto theirs.

Gojo Satoru

He widened his eyes and stared at you for a good second before his lips formed into a smirk

“I know, you’re just so in love with the most amazing beautiful handsome Gojo Satoru sensei.”

But even though that’s what he says, the tips of his ears that are too red in comparison to his pale skin betrayed him

If you laugh at him for it, he would totally whine moan and groan in your lap to tell you to stop making fun of him

Geto Suguru

He was only surprised for a split second before smiling gently again, pressing his lips back onto yours

“Is this a new way of asking for a kiss?”

His tongue glided on your bottom lip, asking permission to tangle with yours, in which you let him, failing to notice the hint of slyness inside his dark violet orbs

How cute. He thinks as he guides you onto his lap, ready to devour you whole

Fushiguro Toji

He doesn’t really question it, it’s just another excuse for him to have sex with you to be honest

He doesn’t even let you go when you kissed him, one of his hands found its way to the back of your head, while the other one grabbed onto your waist, pulling you closer to him

“That kiss was additional money by the way. But if you wanna pay with something else, I’m fine with that too.” He says while unhooking your bra, giving you no time to react

And then… and then you laid on his bed regretting your life choices!! /j

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen oneshot #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #geto suguru #gojo satoru #fushiguro toji #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji x you #boa-h

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boa-h · 10 months

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Uhm hi! Hi! QwQ

Mind if can i ask u if u have Hcs for king with an s/o who has the ability to turn herself into a chibi and others into a chibi?

(like her transformation was like umaru chan,but s/o likes to stay in her chibi mode. Cuz shes not confident in her human mode)

I mean Like when they first met,king find her annoying cuz a little chibi was the assistant kaido gave to him.

(apparently it was queen's idea as a joke like since hes huge why not give him something smol as an assistant who knows?)

but slowly he ends up finding her adorable?

Please and thank you in advance,I hope you have a Great day boa! :)

(This is how s/o transforms using her chibi-chibi no mi :3)

Hi! Thank you for the request! 🌸

Assistant

[King]

Are you sure this is a joke because if he doesn’t pay attention to what he steps on when he walks, you could easily become a meat patty at a stomp of his foot. Which is also why King was really frustrated in the first place because now he’s gotta worry about a little dwarf that circles around him so he doesn’t accidentally hurt you or something

He always has the urge to tell you that it’s okay to use your normal form and there’s just no need to be insecure about anything, just so he doesn’t have to be extra careful while you’re near him, but it’s not like he cares or anything (yea.. definitely…)

King does not want to stick his nose into your business so for whatever reason you’re insecure about your normal form, he doesn’t really want to ask or even know about it. Your relationship wasn’t close to the point that he could become your vent dump, or therapist, or whatever. But as time goes on, and as he slowly finds you not so bad, perhaps he’ll let you tell him some problems on your mind while he speaks a few words of kindness.

Slowly but surely, he’ll come to the realization that you’re much more helpful than the other assistants he’s ever had. You to King is almost like Bao Huang to Kaido, and he’s very glad that Kaido actually decided to assign you to him despite it only being a joke of an idea Queen had.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #king the conflagration #king the wildfire #king x y/n #king x reader #king x you #king one piece #boa-h

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boa-h · 10 months

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everytime akaza says “kyojurou” i feel like he’s gonna cum in his pants sry

#boa-h blabbers #would this be ooc?#renkaza #akaren #rengoku x akaza #akaza x rengoku

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boa-h · 10 months

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【Kibutsuji Muzan】 Mean!

*high school dessert shop au

*human+sick+rich Muzan

*fluff, a little OOC

Ring.

The bell rang as the door of the small dessert shop was pulled open.

“Welcome!” You stood up from your stool at the back of the counter, surprised by a sudden customer during such a lazy hour of the day. “Eh? Riku-san?” Your eyes landed on the figure of the tall butler of the Kibutsuji family before drifting to the person he was holding the door for, “Muzan?”

The teen’s pale skin was even paler on such a rainy day, which made a fine contrast with his beautiful ruby eyes, gloominess took over his young features as usual. Muzan stepped into the shop and dismissed his butler that was a head taller than him. Riku bowed to the both of you before closing the door, returning to the black G-Wagon that was parked outside and drove away.

“Welcome.” You repeated, putting on a wider, sweeter smile as you leaned your elbows on top of the counter

“Do you smile like that to everyone who walks in this door?” He asked, red orbs peered into yours. Just as you were about to answer him, he threw you another question, pointing his slim finger at you, “Why are you working here anyway? Wearing such ugly uniforms.”

You puffed out your cheeks, a small thump on the floor created by your heel showed frustration, “Is this how you’re going to start your day with me? Mean, you’re so mean!” You backed away from leaning on the counter, “Now, dear customer, I would rather you sit down somewhere as I make you a warm cup of tea, so you don’t accidentally get a fever again like the last time you went out during a rainy day.” You turned away from him as you reached for the teapot.

Muzan stayed silent for a few seconds before speaking again, “Come here.” He ordered.

You narrowed your eyes at him, “No,” you rejected, before focusing on your hot water again.

“You— ACK!” His sentence was stopped by an intense coughing fit. Muzan brought his pale hand up to cover his mouth while the other one clutched onto his stomach as he slouched in pain.

“Muzan!” You rushed out from behind the counter after grabbing a bottle of water. Patting his back and leading him to the nearest chair, you sat him down and lowered yourself next to him. “Want a sip of water while you wait for the tea?” You asked gently, twisting open the new bottle of water and placing the bottle mouth near his soft lips. He leaned forward and you tipped the bottle downwards so the water could flow into his mouth.

“Better?” You wiped off the water that dripped from his lips to his chin.

He almost nodded before turning his head away from you, covering his nose. “Too sweet.” He said, distancing his upper body away from you, “You smell too sweet… and smokey too.”

“It’s only ‘cause I’ve been in a bakery all day.” You frowned and sniffed your sleeves, “Do I smell so bad that you have to turn away from me?”

He looked back at you and nodded. You stood up and thumped on the floor once again — a bad habit really.

“So mean! Fine, whatever, sit and wait for your tea, I’m gonna call Riku-san to pick you up.” You huffed, turning away to walk back behind the counter, but stopped when Muzan wrapped his fingers around your wrist.

“No, you’re going home with me.” He simply stated before letting you go again.

“Huh? Wait, really? I’m spending the night at your house today?” You asked him, voice coated with excitement. “Do my parents know? Should I call them?”

“No, Riku called already.” He said.

“Yes!!” You cheered, but stopped when you realized something, “Wait, but my shift ends at 9, there’s still a few hours left, you shouldn’t wait here all day.” You bent over, face extremely close to his.

“That’s what I’m saying.” He furrowed his brow in annoyance, “Just quit already, you act like I don’t have enough money to keep you well.”

“But.. but I just wanna earn some extra allowance.” You frowned as well, your voice dragging the pronunciation of certain words to show you’re upset. “Plus, the owner of this place is very nice, I don’t have a proper reason to quit.”

“I told you that I’d— ack!” He started coughing again, but this time not as intense, “You-” His sentence was interrupted again by the bell, alerting that someone had opened the door.

“Welcome!” You looked over instinctively, “Ah! Aoki-san!” You called out the surname of the store owner respectfully.

“Oh my, what’s happening here.” The older male looked at Muzan in surprise, as he was still panting from the coughing fit earlier, “Kid, are you alright? You look awfully pale.”

Muzan’s eyes suddenly widened and he took a hold of your wrist again, panic written all over his ruby eyes, but only you could tell. “Do I look awfully pale? Do I look like I’m going to die any second from now?”

“I- I mean, you do look pale but you’re always pale, but it’s not like you’re gonna die anyti-”

“You’re just waiting for me to fall over dead right? So you can elope with another healthy man, and you’re gonna leave me here all by myself. But I’m telling you, you’re never gonna leave me, as long as our wedding contract is still signed by both of our parents! If I die, I’ll make you marry my corpse!” He grit his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and jealousy, his grip on your wrist tightened subconsciously and a few coughs escaped his mouth.

“Ow! It hurts!” You placed your other hand on top of his, trying to pry him off, “Who would I elope with? I like you the most out of everyone, but you’re always so mean to me, but I really do like you a lot!” You sobbed to him, “Wahhh!! You’re so mean! So mean!”

“Hey, kids…” Aoki tried to step in, it was his store after all, he wouldn’t want two high schoolers to make a ruckus and scare away customers, although today is really not a busy day… at all…

“You stay outta this!” Muzan snapped at the rather confused adult, pulling your sobbing form closer into an embrace, as if Aoki was the one who made you cry.

“No, I mean.. maybe you guys can go upstairs and sort things out, it’s a storage attic, I just cleaned it before the store opened today.” He pointed to the stairs that led to the attic.

“Tch.” Muzan shot him a glance before standing up and walking to the stairs, with you still in his arms.

“Just make sure not to do anything inappropriate up there!” Aoki called from behind.

It wasn’t so unreasonable how Muzan had said those words, as your marriage engagement wasn’t even your decision. There was a marriage contract signed the moment you two were born, because your mothers are best friends. They had made a promise even before high school, saying that if one gives birth to a boy and the other gives birth to a girl, then they would marry each other, unless they don’t fall in love and break the engagement themselves upon turning 16. But 17 years flew past like a winged monster, yet the engagement still holds strong as steel.

“Look at me.” Muzan called out your name softly, placing you on his lap as he sat on the newly cleaned floor, back pressed against the wall. His hand cupped your cheek and guided your gaze to meet his. “That was my fault, my apologies.” He brought your wrist that was red from his grip up to his lips and planted a soft kiss. “I can give you anything you want, but I cannot let you away from me, that is one thing I cannot grant you.”

“I want oden.” You sniffed your nose, “Mom’s oden. Tonight.” You referred to Muzan’s mother.

“I’m sure she already plans on making it.” He wiped away your tears, “She left for groceries right before I left the house, but I’ll let her know regardless.”

You stayed silent for a minute, head against Muzan’s chest, “Can I go back to work?” You muttered your question. “I’ll make you your tea.”

“Why can’t we just go home right now, we have tea at home too.” He frowned, pissed how you’re choosing work over him.

“Because I told Aoki-san that I could work full day today.” You looked up at him, frowning as well.

“Quit.” He repeated for the nth time today.

“N- Ah!” Your voice was cut off by your own yelp that escaped your lips as Muzan slapped your bottom rather harshly.

“I don’t care, we’re going home now.” He says.

“So mean! You’re so mean!!”

#kibutsuji muzan #demon slayer #muzan x y/n #muzan x you #muzan x reader #demon slayer oneshot #demon slayer fanfic #boa-h

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boa-h · 11 months

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new demon slayer OC?!

Hikari Akaihono (赤い炎 Akaihonō 光凛 Hikari)

distant relative of the Rengoku family

the Akaihono family also passes down flame breathing, however Hikari’s blade turned blue, and so she became the first person in her family to ever use ice breathing

she was raised as a boy because her parents did not want a girl, she also has a twin sister but i wonder what happened to her 🫣

kinoe ranked demon slayer

#demon slayer #demon slayer oc #oc art #fake screencap #fake demon slayer screencap #boa-h’s birdies #oc character sheet #oc #digital art #my art #boa-h draws

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【Shabana Gyutaro】 January Snow

*i don’t think they had guns back then but let’s just pretend they do

“I still firmly believe— that you’re out there somewhere in this world, waiting for me, as young as you were, as loving as you were.”

Perhaps not many people would believe this, the fact that Shabana Gyutaro has also experienced love in his teenage years of life. A monster like him, a freak, how could he have possibly fallen in love? It’s ridiculous no matter how he thinks of it.

It was the first snow of the year when he met you. The color white dyed the entire town and the snow produced a satisfying crunching sound whenever he stepped on it with his bare feet, snowflakes fell from the sky and he had almost mistaken it for rain. Sudden footsteps appeared behind him and he spun around, sickle pointing at whoever dared to approach him, only to find a girl a head shorter standing there, panting, with a pink fur coat in her hands. He guessed that it was yours.

“Uhm...” You started, “I saw you walking by just now, I noticed that you didn’t have a coat, so please, take this.” You handed your coat to him, “You must be cold.”

Ignoring his dry skin that cracked and turned red due to the weather, and his fingers and legs that slowly turned stiff, “Don’t need it.” He scowled. Are you trying to pity him? You wealthy little girl who has multiple coats, each a different color.

Maybe you’ve never talked to anyone as ugly as him before, or maybe you’re just cold as well, your hands shook and tears swirled in your pretty eyes, “N-no, I insist, I can’t bear walking back home still with the coat I was supposed to give you. Take it, if it makes you feel better then return it when winter ends, you will not owe me anything.” You shoved the coat into his hands and ran as fast as you could back into your yard, tripped by the thick snow multiple times.

Gyutaro watched as you hurried back home, he looked back at the coat in his hands and he wanted to tear it apart and throw it on the ground and stomp it until it was nothing but pieces of dirty and useless cloth. But gosh, it’s so warm, to the point where he doesn’t even want to let go.

The second time he saw you, you were just passing by the street with your maid when he dragged one of his victims out of the brothel he was in. Gyutaro flung the man onto the hard earth and pointed his weapon at the victim’s throat. Murmurs were heard throughout the street yet they only made Gyutaro’s smile bigger.

“Now, pay up.” He taunted.

When the gold coins clinked in Gyutaro’s hands and when the man hurriedly scrambled away, he turned around, meeting your eyes. One of your hands covered your mouth and the other clung onto your maid’s sleeves, his surprised expression turned into a frown, and then his lips curved upwards again as he walked to you. Your maid tried to block him but one simple shove from him made her lose balance. You took a step back and he giggled. See, even you’re afraid of him, just like everyone else.

“Got something to say to me? Miss.” He was dangerously close to the point you can feel the heat radiating from his slim body. You looked everywhere but his eyes trying to think of something, would he be mad if you just simply shook your head?

Maggot, dimwit, idiot, good-for-nothing, useless, disgrace, freak, monster. He imagined everything you could call him, hitting him with dirt and rocks on the floor, tripping over your own feet, and then begging for mercy when he decides to kill you.

…

Too long.

You were taking too long.

“Come on, come on! Say something, man, you’re taking too damn long!” He raised his voice, scratching his neck in frustration.

“Um!” Startled, you blurted out the first thing in your mind, “You’re not wearing the coat I gave you, please wear it, it’s still very cold outside!” Immediately lowering your head, embarrassed of what just came out of your mouth. Gyutaro stared at you, wide-eyed, mouth agape.

“Don’t give me that crap…” He muttered.

“Eh–?”

“I said don’t give me that crap!!” He shouted, raising his sickle, accidentally slicing across your cheek, blood oozed out of the small yet deep cut instantly, “You say those things like you actually care! I hate people like you, I bet you think you’re the nicest person in this whole world, huh?! I bet it’s nice to have a nice house with maids to look after you, niiiice for you, mannn, niiice for youu… a person like you doesn't have to bring warmth to someone like me, and I don’t need your pity either. Go kill yourself.” His words were like fangs coated with venom, tears flowed down your cheeks and mixed in with the crimson blood that has yet to be stopped. Your hands pressed onto your wound, it hurts. It hurts.

Gyutaro stared at the direction you ran off to, all he could hear was your muffled sobbing and it made him want to tear his ears off. He hates the way you cry, it makes him frustrated and when he’s frustrated he can’t stop scratching himself, until his skin gets stuck under his dirty fingernails, until the tip of his fingers are dyed red.

And then he never saw you again until spring came. Gyutaro always walks back to that place he called home and then pass by your house, and everytime he tries to look through the windows he sees nothing. Not you, not your maids, not your parents, no one. When winter ended, he stood on your front porch, holding your poorly washed pink furry coat in his hands that were red and numb from being in the cold water stream for too long. His hand was raised, ready to knock on the door any second, yet he paused, hesitating like a teenage boy who had just fallen in love. He stayed in his position for at least 15 minutes, his forearm cold like a corpse as his blood struggled to flow in his raised arm. Until the door opened.

You stood there as beautiful as you were a few months ago, the cut he accidentally gave you remained as a scar on your skin. You looked up at him, surprised by his presence, yet remained quiet, waiting patiently for him to say something.

“I… I came back to give back your coat.” He said, dryly, handing over your coat.

“... Thank you for returning it.” You bowed your head as thanks.

Gyutaro watched as your delicate hands reached for the coat that looks like it’s been used everyday for years, and then suddenly he no longer wants to give back your coat. Someone like you touching something that has been used by him seems terrifying, like a drop of ink in a glass of milk. It was a sin— a sin greater than anything else.

He clung onto the coat until he realized that he was clutching onto it, hesitantly, he released his grip. He watched as you passed the coat to your maid, who then took it inside the house.

Gyutaro awkwardly stood in front of you, staring at your peaceful smiling face in silence. Awkwardness took over the air, for him at least.

“Come in and have some tea.” You broke the silence, offering a cup of tea in gratitude for him giving back the coat.

Gyutaro froze in place. Go inside and have tea? What kind of sick joke… You can’t have someone like him dirting your floors, especially after giving you that nasty cut, or what he thought was a nasty cut, on a pretty face like yours. “No- no, I’m good, man. My sister’s waiting for me to go back home. Maybe some other day.” He says.

“Okay.” You said, smiling calmly as always, and Gyutaro’s hand rose up to his nape, scratching it in a kind of frustration he can’t even find.

And there he unintentionally created another chance to see you again. Until the long summer days finally came to an end, and winter passed halfway.

“Hey, Gyutaro-kun! Let’s go to the New Years Festival today! Bring Ume-chan with you, please?” You called his name like you always did, asking him to accompany you wherever you go.

“Sure.” He grumbled, different from when you first knew him, different from denial and rejection.

Colorful fireworks exploded into the night sky, creating a beautiful contrast. It was truly the happiest moment of your life, welcoming the new year with good friends, not worrying about a thing in this world, about your parents who never come back home.

But happiness doesn't last. A sound that sounded like fireworks came from the crowd, a person dropped down onto the floor, a crimson red pooled beneath him, and the people around him screamed.

“Someone’s dead!”

“Help!”

“Who did that!?What’s happening!?”

And then everything else was a blur. People were running in all directions as more gunshots went off, and fires started to spread from all the knocked over food stalls. More and more people ended up dead on the floor, and people stepped over anything and everything to escape.

“We have to go!” Gyutaro called your name while holding onto Ume. As he finally got a grasp on your wrist, someone collapsed onto the hem of your kimono.

No way… Why now!?

You panicked and tried to yank out your kimono but your feet already took their steps. Tripping over, someone stepped directly onto your back, knocking the air out of you, before the wooden support post of a nearby food stall collapsed right on top of your lower body. You cried in pain.

“Hurry! Get up!” Gyutaro screamed, yanking you with his hands before trying to lift up the support post.

“I… I can’t…!” Tears pooled in your eyes, “Don’t worry about me, just go. Go back with Ume. I’ll be okay, someone will come soon, to help, I’ll be fine.” You shoved on his hand, “Come back later when you get Ume home, I’ll be fine.”

Gyutaro opened his mouth as if to protest, but watching all the chaos going on, and your pleading eyes. “Okay, wait for me, I’ll be back soon.” Slowly, he let go of your hand, and that was the last time he ever touched your warm hands.

You muffled your sobs with your kimono sleeves as you watched him disappear into the chaos with Ume.

No, don’t leave. It hurts. Don’t leave me alone. Help me. Don’t leave me.

White snow started falling from the sky and the fires died down. Tears dried on your face and your vision started to blur. The snow fell on your body like a white blanket as if the sky was mourning for you.

When Gyutaro returned, all he could find was your already cold and stiff body, his hands shook with fear as they reached for yours. Your empty eyes that were still opened stared into his, cut and bruises littered over your body yet you were still as beautiful as always. His hand gently covered your eyes and brought your eyelids down.

“Didn’t you say you were going to be alright?”

Gyutaro gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot with anger and sadness. His sickle that he brought with him cut down the wooden support post, and he carried your body out and slowly brought you back home. He watched helplessly as your maids cried over your body, and suddenly he wanted to cry too.

He wasn’t there at your funeral. He was scared, afraid. Afraid of those hollow eyes that stared into his, as if your death was all on him, as if you were blaming him for everything that happened.

“She wouldn’t do that.” Ume immediately opposed his thoughts. “She’s the nicest person I’ve ever met! If she didn’t die, she would’ve married you. If you think she hates you, then you’re just speaking ill of her.” Tears pooled in her eyes as she cried to defend you with everything she’s got.

Gyutaro looked down at the tattered and molded tatami he’s sitting on. “I wish I married her.” He simply stated.

Even after becoming a demon and losing all his memories, he always knew that there were once someone in this world who loved him. Even when his head got cut off, he still firmly believes, that you’re still out there somewhere in this world, waiting for him, as young as you were, as loving as you were.

And the next time he opened his eyes, you were right there.

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