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peachdues · 3 days
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STRESS RELIEF — TEASER
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Anyways, Stress Relief (my Sanemi-gets-topped one-shot), is next up on my completion list — so have a sneak peek!
I love writing from Sanemi’s POV
CW: none really for this snippet • Sanemi trying to be a good malewife and Reader not having it • this fic will be highly NSFW though so MDNI
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Sanemi had seen his girlfriend in various states of being, and he prided himself not only on being to identify what mood she was in, but how best to handle her when she was in said mood.
If she was sad, Sanemi knew she needed comfort, but enough space to not feel suffocated.
When she was angry, Sanemi knew she needed to vent, so he would put aside anything that could distract him in order to give her his full, undivided attention.
When she was sleepy, Sanemi had come to accept Y/N would never willingly put herself in bed, instead preferring to be babied. After several rounds of him telling her to go to bed and Y/N lazily insisting she was not sleepy, and was “one hundred percent awake,” she would invariably fall asleep wherever she had managed to park her ass. So Sanemi would gently gather her into his arms and carry her back to their shared bed, taking care to ensure her phone was plugged in so she wouldn’t miss her alarm come morning.
But when Y/N was stressed?
Sanemi knew to stay the fuck out of her way.
In stark contrast to himself, Sanemi’s girlfriend was not a hot-tempered person by default. Nor was she meek by any means; rather, she was quick to laugh, and an all-around easygoing woman.
However, all that calm rationality went right out the fucking window whenever she was under immense pressure, just as she was now.
Y/N was currently studying for her licensing exam. Apparently, seven years of schooling was still not enough for her to advance in her field if she didn’t pass some stupid national exam that re-tested her on everything she had already demonstrated competency in while at school. Personally, Sanemi thought it was just another excuse to make money off the poor saps who had the misfortune of pursuing her chosen career.
For the past three weeks, Y/N had lived, breathed, and (not) slept for the exam. Sanemi found himself having to constantly remind his girl to eat, stretch, take care of her basic necessities. If she wasn’t clacking away on her keyboard as she made color-coordinated outlines, she was watching review videos, and if she wasn’t watching review videos, she was handwriting flashcards until her body finally gave into its exhaustion and she slumped over at her desk.
Last week, she’d been up so late studying that Sanemi had fallen asleep before he could drag her ass to bed. When he had finally jerked himself awake well after midnight and realized that his girlfriend’s warm body was not cuddled up next to him in their bed, he had found his girlfriend in their tiny living room, still at her desk.
Y/N’s head had been resting on her upper arm and her eyes were closed, but still clutched in her hand was her pen, twitching against the paper of her open notebook. When Sanemi had moved to gently pluck the pen from her loose grip, he had peered down to see scratchy and disjointed inky lines on the paper, he had realized that her hand had continued to move even well after she had lost consciousness, as though taking notes had become mere muscle memory.
The sight had made Sanemi’s heart clench, and he felt an inexplicable urge to lock her in bed for a day just to let her rest. Sanemi knew she was doing this so they could have a better life, together, but he hated to see her put so much pressure on herself. He had thought himself smart for deliberately leaving Y/N’s phone — and thus, her alarm — in the living room, discarded between the cushions of the couch (“so it won’t bother me,” she had snapped when he’d raised his eyebrows in question at her earlier). He even thought she would be grateful to him for letting her sleep in.
What a stupid, naive fucking notion that had been.
Because when Y/N had shot up in bed the next morning, disoriented with her hair in a wild, tangled mess, and she saw sunlight streaming through the window, she promptly freaked the fuck out.
“Do you want me to fail?” She cried, storming around their room, digging frantically through a pile of her clothes as she hunted for a pair of leggings to pull over her bare legs.
“You’re not going to fail because you slept an extra fuckin’ hour,” Sanemi groaned from his place in bed, dragging a hand down his tired face. “You’re gonna run yourself ragged if you don’t take care of yourself. You need sleep, babe.”
She let out a derisive laugh, a slightly crazed look in her eye. “I’ll sleep when I pass this stupid test or when I’m dead. Whichever’s first.”
For the rest of the day, Y/N had been snippy, huffing at every slight noise Sanemi had dared to make. She’d only grown more and more irritated as the night went on, and when he had sighed at the prospect of cooking dinner, she lost it.
“Can you stop breathing so god damned loudly?” She snapped, throwing her pen down in annoyance as she whipped around in her chair to glare at him.
Sanemi stared at her in disbelief for a moment, but he’d never been one to keep calm and cool, so he bit right back.
“I’m sorry that I’m just here, existing, and tryin’ to fuckin take care of ya, Princess. My mistake.”
Her eyes narrowed into slits. “And I’m trying to make sure I get my damn license so I can take care of you,” she simpered right back at him, anger swimming in her eyes. “But I guess that doesn’t fucking matter, does it? No!”
A blush began to creep up Y/N’s neck, a telltale sign she was about to start yelling. “No! Because you think taking care of me means not letting me focus or hiding my phone so that i don’t hear my alarms so I can’t wake up on time, and if I can’t wake up on time, I can’t study for as long as I need to, and if I can’t study I. Won’t. Fucking. Pass!” Her voice had become shrill by the time she stopped for a breath, chest heaving.
Sanemi watched her for a long moment as she caught her breath. “Are you done?”
In the span of a nanosecond, Y/N went from an angry, possessed-looking harpy to a sniffling, teary mess. She slumped back down into her desk chair, lower lip trembling pathetically as she tried and failed to hold in a hopeless wail.
“Okay, okay.” Sanemi murmured, moving across the room to kneel next to his sobbing girlfriend, feeling a slight sting of guilt as he watched her shoulders curl in on themselves under the weight of the pressure she undoubtedly felt.
He had spent the night trying to console her, though without much success. She had alternated between despairing over “the impending doom of her failure” and hiccuping angrily at him for continuing to distract her.
Nonetheless, everything about their future was currently riding on Y/N passing her upcoming exam in a month’s time and his girlfriend was currently one belt-loop snag on a door handle from a full fucking meltdown.
So Sanemi knew the best thing he could do was to steer clear and leave her to her own devices. He could do that for her.
But god damn if the sight of her ass in those shorts wasn’t killing him.
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ghostbite0 · 2 days
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Hi! I saw your repost about request so I humbling ask for baby Gyomei. You don’t have to but I desperately need to see him and his mew-mew🙏🙏🙏
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i am a simple man. i am asked to draw baby gyomei? i draw baby gyomei
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sshcomic · 3 days
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*emotionally and morally confused kyojuro noises*
sorry for the late update! it's been A Week 😅
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mopfishh · 2 days
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Kyojuro and Bomin are lowkey like parental figures to Senjuro
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shycroissanti · 3 days
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My warm-ups today were sketches about what if Irina and Kishin were on the mugen train??
Irina went to the train because she wanted to go on a mission, but they didn't give her one, so she just invades Kyojuro's mission XD
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Now Kyojuro is no longer in danger... The only danger now is Kishin
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And Enmu doesn't know that Irina hardly sleeps, she is too hyperactive to sleep XD
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gyutarowritings · 3 days
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𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲 𝓒𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼
a/n - Please Request...
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He will not like it at first.
His reaction to you trying to cuddle for the first time would go not well.
He would push you away at first. Not wanting that step to be taken. He doesn't want or like to be vulnerable in any sense.
He definitely has a fear of intimacy because he also has a fear of losing people he cares about. So he doesn't want to get close so when he does lose someone it will hurt less in his mind.
But when he sees the disappointment in your eyes the more he rejects your cuddles the nagging feeling inside him finally gets too big and he gives in.
He is the big spoon. No one can convince me otherwise. He loves the feeling of you in his arms because it make him feel like he is protecting you from everything.
He sways your hips along with his.
He cuddles in silence because he just wants to hear you breathe.
He grips everything he can, pulling you closer to him.
He controls your movements with his body.
You better never pull away from him or else he will pull you closer and not let you go for the next few hours.
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kotelok16 · 2 days
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He doesn't seem to be feeling very well.
I haven't painted anything for kny au for a long time, but one artist inspired me to remember it. Well, I also got a cool pinterest reference, it was definitely a sign!
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on-subject · 21 hours
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cloudymistedskies · 22 hours
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☁️ MARI KAIZUMI REFERENCE SHEET☁️
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Yes, this was referenced from Shinobu's reference sheet
I also highly appreciate reblogs cause this took DAYS to finish
A reference of her sword (will make a better one soon... just not now.)
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Here's a few close ups if needed!
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peachdues · 2 days
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okay enjoy Giyuu putting Tengen’s lessons to work in Part II of The Great War, and enjoy his utter obsession with the female orgasm. MDNI.
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She locked her legs around his neck at the ankles, keeping them braced over his shoulders as he moved. Giyuu’s arm cinched around her thighs, keeping the underside of them flush against his chest, and he used his hold as leverage, allowing himself to thrust harder – deeper – into her silken warmth.
“Keep your legs in place,” he ordered through clenched teeth. When he felt the muscles of her thighs flex and clench around him, anchoring her in place, Giyu let his arm drop from its hold and he moved his hand to seek out that small spot once more – the one that made her moan and cry and fall apart so beautifully beneath him.
His hips stuttered only once as his fingers parted her folds but he quickly regained his rhythm, savoring how Y/N’s soft breasts bounced in time with every pointed thrust.
Giyuu’s fingers circled gently in search of that small bead, the one Tengen had rpeeatedly reminded him was the key to her pleasure. Higher and higher he rose, until he grazed over a spot at the apex of her thighs, and the Miko bowed off the floor of the engawa with a keening cry.
“There you are,” he praised. His fingers pressed down against the small bundle of nerves and he began to work small, even circles. “Do it again, Y/N,” he begged, breath growing ragged as the walls of her cunt began pulsing around him, tightening.
“G-Giyuu –”
“Come undone for me once more.”
The Miko’s legs only shook harder. She whimpered, and her teeth had sunk so deeply into her bottom lip it was a wonder she hadn’t drawn blood.
“Please,” he couldn’t find it within himself to care whether it sounded like he was desperate; perhaps he was. “Please.”
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ghostbite0 · 3 days
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How did everyone else find out about the baby situation? Did the blood demon art (...I'm assuming that's what it was; on second thought I can't remember if you specifically said that's what happened) take a while to set in and they were already back at HQ, or did the kakushi find them and bring them back?
Also what were the other hashira's initial reactions?
thats still to be determined-- i have yet to really iron that part out. i was thinking the three had JUST returned from their mission when the blood demon art took effect
Alternatively, the three are hit with the blood demon art, and Sanemi and Giyuu's crows go to get help. Since Gyomei is closeby, he is the first to find the three. After reeling over these three tiny babies, he takes them back to the headquarters, where they inevitably face the rest of the Hashira!
what were their reactions...? great question!
Hashira Reactions:
Shinobu: she couldn't help but giggle at their situation, but she quickly looked them over and ensured they were healthy physically. after they found some fitting clothes, she began to endlessly tease the boys-- particularly Giyuu, because, of course, she would tease Giyuu. she kept joking about how cute they were and how they should leave them like that, which was followed by Sanemi trying to throw something at her but failing miserably. Giyuu reluctantly lets her hold him, and then it turns into Giyuu not letting anyone aside from his closest friend, except for Gyomei. Gyomei's wonderful. Rengoku, too.
Tengen: similarly, Tengen cracked up. at first he was more confused and taken aback than anything, but once he knew for certain they were okay, he began joking around alongside Shinobu. he vocally brainstormed what kind of outfits to put them in, resulting in all three babies shrieking/whining at him. he claims Sanemi right off the bat and learns the baby is super ticklish. He spends a good chunk of the interaction tickling the little guy whenever Sanemi gets frustrated or angry. at one point, Sanemi pulled on his hair, so he tickled Sanemi nonstop until the baby could babble strings of reluctant apologies
Gyomei: he's really conflicted due to his backstory revolving young children, but his caregiver instincts take over, and he fawns over them. being the one to find the babies, he's the first to hold and comfort them, so of course, being as paternal as he is, he gets attached. once he took them back to the other Hashira and explained the situation, Shinobu began checking their vitals and what not, and he would continuously pipe up to ask how they were. this was soon followed by him bringing up how they needed to get the babies fed and taken care of-- which, again, had all three in distress/embarrassed
Rengoku: His big brother instincts go CRAZY. Similar to Gyomei, he automatically begins fussing over them and asking a lot of questions to make sure they're alright—though Rengoku asks the babies directly: "Are you okay?" "How old are you?" "Which demon did this to you?" "Are you hungry?" "What kind of food do you guys eat?" "Or are you still nursing?"... that sort of thing!
Muichiro: oh he thinks the situation is hilarious. he's completely monotone and stoic during the first encounter, but the second he's with the three babies, he's teasing them. he talks to the babies as normal and will just calmly ask, "Do you need a nap?" and says things like, "You're fussing an awful lot. Maybe you need a bottle."
he's basically a little shit. however, he does ease up later when he realizes Obanai, in particular, is having a really hard time, and his soft spot for him becomes evident. Obanai always looked out for him, so he wants to look out for Obanai! he becomes his main target in the teasing but is also obviously Muichiro's favorite. Muichiro will ruthlessly tease Sanemi, though. he thinks its funny
Mitsuri: she was in TEARS the second she saw the babies, and Tengen had to hold her back from rushing over and scooping them up. she thinks they're adorable and is already scheming with Tengen on how to dress them up, and what to buy them, and what not! once she was given the okay, she darted over and fussed over the three like they were actual babies-- only to be mortified when she was informed they all maintained their memories. she was flustered for a while, but once Obanai began to get really distressed, she jumped back into action. she would end up cradling him and kissing his little head until he calmed down, and of course, everyone just gave them knowing stares. Obanai was very embarrassed. Mitsuri interpreted this as Obanai getting fussy again, so she just returned to snuggling him.
feel free to ask more questions or send in hcs and what not! i love this au oh so very much...
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rion-isnot-an-ai · 2 days
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(´,,•ω•,,`)
Im really proud of this lol
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silverynight · 3 days
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Soulmate's scent
"Now that you feel better, let's take you outside so you can officially meet the flame hashira," Kocho smiles, looking a lot less threatening than a couple of weeks ago.
Tanjirou doesn't remember really well meeting the Pillars; it was Nezuko's trial and the only thing he could focus on at the moment was his little sister's blood being spilled and how scared he was for her.
Now that he's sure none of them will hurt her, Tanjirou feels completely different about the perspective of meeting each of them.
He's already thinking about what he's going to ask the Pillar when the scent of fire hits him, but it's not something like anything he's smelled before, at least not during his life as a demon slayer: it's the same one he smelled at home every morning, when he had to shove large pieces of wood into the fire to obtain charcoal to sell. Although this smells slightly different, it's a rich scent, something a lot more pleasant, the essence is just the same. It's a scent that is warm, a scent he learned to love.
It smells like home.
However, the scent doesn't come from a thing, but a person. The flame hashira himself.
Tanjirou blushes to the tip of his ears, bowing to hide a little bit of his flustered demeanor. Because in his mind his mother's voice is soft yet strong; she told him about soulmates and that people had different ways to identify them. She knew Tanjirou had an incredible nose and was sure that he'd be able to identify his soulmate by their scent.
They'll smell like home to you. She had said.
He shakes his head, trying to ignore those memories because he knows there's no way that someone as strong as that Pillar is his soulmate.
"Kamado Tanjirou," he mumbles, introducing himself, trying to fight the blush on his cheeks.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my boy!" The hashira smiles at him from ear to ear, fiery eyes staring down at him as he leans forward. "I'm Rengoku Kyojuro!"
Before Tanjirou can say something else, he feels a hand on the top of his head, however, instead of ruffling his hair, like Tanjirou expected the Pillar to do, Rengoku freezes and blinks like he can't quite believe what's happening.
"Kyojuro?" Kocho looks at the other hashira with curiosity but not concern; actually, there's a knowing smirk on her face.
However, he doesn't pay attention to her, instead, he takes Tanjirou's face with both hands and moves even closer until their foreheads touch. The pleasant and fiery scent becomes stronger and Tanjirou can't help but take a deep breath before a smile quirks the corner of his lips up.
"You feel warm," Rengoku grins back, staring at him with a fond expression on his face. "Like home."
Tanjirou is trying to convince himself the hashira is not talking about what he's thinking but then he kisses Tanjirou's nose affectionately and the boy feels the connection between them.
"I'm so happy I found you," Rengoku says, echoing Tanjirou's thoughts.
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It's been a couple of weeks since he found out he was Rengoku's soulmate and he's still not entirely used to how physically affectionate he is. The Pillar is constantly taking him in his arms and kissing every inch of his face until Tanjirou can't help but giggle.
He still can't believe he's going to get married soon; all the hashira will be invited and Tanjirou only knows two of them well.
Thinking about it, he walks in the butterfly mansion knowing that Rengoku will come soon to see him; they're both constantly going out on missions, but they have agreed to see one another after each one.
He's grinning, facing the backyard when he hears noises behind him. Again, it smells like home, but this is not the scent of flames that always comes from Rengoku so Tanjirou knows it's not him. For a moment he thinks it's Nezuko, but realizes that the sun is right above his head so the girl probably still hasn't gotten out of the special room he left her in upon arriving.
Besides, he's still not sure what kind of smell it is; it's like the wood he used to take home or like winter mornings when he woke up to see everything covered in white as his family sat at the table to have breakfast.
He turns around and has to look up because the man in front of him is huge.
"Oh! Good morning, Uzui-san!" He bows, glad Kocho told him the names of all the hashira. Even though she only gave him a description, Tanjirou remembers enough of their first encounter to be sure he's not mistaking him for another Pillar.
He's the flamboyant one, according to Kocho and Tanjirou can see why; he's wearing a very expensive and pretty headband with gems all over it.
"Your voice sounds familiar," Uzui grins, getting on one knee in front of him so he can stare directly into Tanjirou's eyes.
His heart is beating like crazy inside his chest because the scent becomes stronger and Tanjirou can't stop his mind from thinking the same word over and over.
Home.
"It's because we've seen e-each other before, Uzui-san," he stammers, feeling his cheeks like they're on fire. This is not possible, he already has a soulmate.
"No," the Pillar chuckles, taking both of Tanjirou's hand in one of his; the boy feels tiny compared to him, but he finds himself enjoying the sensation. "It's something else, you sound like home."
Panicking for a moment, Tanjirou shakes his head.
"I already have a soulmate," he mumbles. "I'm going to marry him."
"I know about you and Kyojuro already, he's constantly talking about you and how beautiful you are," Uzui says, still smiling. He leans closer to run his fingers through Tanjirou's hair and the boy's soul is completely happy for a moment. "But that doesn't mean you and I aren't soulmates. I have three already and I'm sure you belong to me as well."
Tanjirou looks at him with a surprised expression for a moment, even though it doesn't take long for him to realize that he's telling the truth.
Then, he's pulled against a broad chest from behind and secured in a strong embrace.
"Are you flirting with my soulmate, Tengen?" Rengoku's voice sounds a little bit irritated.
"He's my soulmate too."
Gently, Rengoku turns Tanjirou in his arms to look at him.
"Is that true, Tanjirou?"
There's no point in hiding something from his soulmate, besides, Tanjirou doesn't want to.
"Yes."
Rengoku doesn't look mad or irritated; he leans to press his lips against Tanjirou's and the boy knows everything will be alright.
"I'm still marrying him," he says over the boy's shoulder.
"Perfect! I'll marry him too! My wives will be thrilled!" The sound hashira grins from ear to ear, before taking one of Tanjirou's hand in his.
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An amusing thought appears in his mind as Uzui takes him by the waist and places him on his lap that morning; he hasn't sat on the floor or any other surface in a while. He's constantly either on Uzui or Rengoku's lap all the time.
His soul is completely happy; they both treat Nezuko with kindness and Uzui's wives adore her. Senjuro spends a lot of time with her and seems to like Tanjirou as well.
Uzui is constantly asking Tanjirou to talk about something (anything, really) as he sits on the front yard with the boy in his arms.
He loves the sound of Tanjirou's voice.
Rengoku is more touch driven; every time he comes back from a mission (exhausted and hurt) the first thing he does is to take Tanjirou in his arms to kiss the boy or run his fingers through his hair.
Tanjirou likes to bury his face in the curve of his soulmates' neck; he feels safe and loved every time their scents fill his lungs, he forgets about his problems, he doesn't think about his sorrow or pain because he knows they'll both stay by his side no matter what happens.
It makes his soul feel complete.
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shycroissanti · 1 day
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Silly little comic XD
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Sorry ajskakakskajkska
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I like my men with…..ummmm big hearts 😃
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ashr0 · 23 hours
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☆ muichiro tokito , " in love " !?
Muichiro is in love. 
With you.
He doesn't quite know the way it works, and why he's in love with you. At least, that's what Shinobu had told him when he went to her for a supposed remedy to his problem. She only looked at him with a quizzical expression as he explained what troubled him. She had been concerned at first with his descriptions, but when she finally realized it wasn't a sickness making his heart beat faster, his face heat up and his breathing hitch, but love, she didn't know whether to feel relieved, confused, exasperated or happy. But what a shock it was, indeed. 
"Muichiro-" Shinobu found herself at loss of words as she smiled awkwardly at the boy staring down at her. She bit her lip. "I don't quite know how to say this to you..." 
"Say what?" his brows furrowed. 
"You see, you aren't sick, you're completely fine, actually." 
He was even more confused, she could tell by his silence.
"You're in love."
And so, Muichiro stared at her blankly, then let his gaze drift away. "In love, huh?" he mused, seemingly unfamiliar to the term. "How odd."
He crossed his arms. "Do you think Y/N has ever been in love as well?"
Shinobu was a little startled, dizzy with his unending questioning. "Y/N?"
Muichiro nodded. 
Shinobu hummed, chewing her lower lip. "I suppose so."
"What happens if two people are in love with each other at the same time?"
Shinobu felt it all click together. "You're in love with Y/N?"
He shrugged. "I guess I am. That's weird."
"I can't help you with this, I'm sorry," Shinobu was embarassed, and quite overwhelmed, if she was being honest. "But I wish you well, Muichiro."
And so, he thought about it for a moment. Then he thought about you. 
He smiled a little.
He was in love.
With you.
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