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adoremexxs · 9 months

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Modern Hantengu Clone Headcanons

I’m procrastinating writing and I have SO many headcanons of these clones so I’m just going to share them. See if you can spot my favorite.

Sekido

Oh boy

I love him so much

He’s definitely the oldest of the “brothers” and I think everyone has honestly agreed with this

He’s 6’4

So, for facial features

I think Sekido has very sharp features

His jawline is as sharp as a knife

I think that his nose is more narrow and straight than his brothers

He has a mole under his right eye and a mole by his lips on the left side of his face

Perfect teeth

Takes great pride in his appearance because “first impressions matter” so he always dresses up when meeting someone important

sensitive skin, has to use expensive skin care brands and it makes him mad

Chest hair.

He doesn’t have a lot but he gets it waxed or if he doesn’t have time for a wax, he shaves it

Hates, hates smelling bad

If someone smells like B.O., he is offering deodorant to them

no shame at all

Keeps everything short besides his hair on his head

He considered cutting it once

Zohakuten’s haircut almost convinced him

He loves his beautiful locks though

He definitely is good at math and is majoring for business

If not business, he would become a politician

He likes cracking open a white claw and watching debates on the TV

In high school, he was on the debate team and in honors

He played football and did archery for his last two years

He also played soccer

Karaku and Urogi piss him off so much so he regularly goes to rage rooms

He smokes weed to calm down

Karaku introduced him to it

He goes to the gym regularly

He has an absolute dumptruck

Like it’s a level 3 gyatt

And huge thighs

He does not skip leg day

Meal preps

Can cook a 5 star meal

This makes Karaku and Urogi go over to his place to eat more than they should

He has a soft spot for cats

And Aizetsu

Aizetsu is his favorite sibling because he listens

Him and Karaku don’t get along because Karaku used to bring home slutty women and men and they would trash their house

Listens to rock

Def loves Three Days Grace and Slipknot

Doesn’t mind Odetari

Karaku made him listen

He loves GMFU by Odetari

Goes to cat cafes whenever stressed sometimes

He struggles with making friends, this showed in high school

He struggled a lot in making friends but Urogi and Karaku were extremely popular so they took him to events

Struggles with love life too

He’s so intimidating looking that he scared off most suitors

He’s just really shy and hoping to be loved

But at the same time, hates the idea of relationships

He doesn’t like being vulnerable

He just wants to be loved and not get hurt in the end

Wants 2-3 kids

Wants a daughter so he can spoil her

If he had a S/O, they would definitely get spoiled with gifts

Just please don’t break his heart

Karaku

Karaku, Karaku.

The second oldest

Also is 6’4

His facial features are a bit more feminine, his jawline is still sharp but his eyes are a bit softer

His nose is also perkier

LOVES spoiling himself

Invests in expensive hair products and skincare products

Has a morning and night routine

He also has little moles all over his body

Karaku’s face has 2 by his left eye and a 3 on his neck and one by his right ear

Gets a facial once a month

Absolutely no body hair anywhere

Besides legs and armpits

Had braces in high school and had to wear a retainer

Complained so much that Sekido whooped him

He likes taking care of his appearance but not the same way Sekido does

“It’s for the ladies and the men that want me!”

He models

Has been modeling since he was 17

Loves the attention he gets and the fans he has

Tried to convince the others to model too

It didn’t work

He takes amazing care of his body and works out with Sekido on the regular

Makes a competition on who can bench the most or squat the most

Spoiler, it’s Sekido

He played football in High School for his first two years

He partied a lot

And I mean a lot

Even hosted some

Sekido wasn’t happy

Him and Sekido have gotten into multiple fist fights and one time Karaku accidentally got so mad that he smashed a vodka bottle over Sekido’s head

Sekido had to go to the hospital after beating Karaku’s ass

Is in a lot of clubs and he honestly just shows up randomly to them

Listens to Odetari

“Look, don’t touch” is his anthem and as well as “Let me see ya move” by Lumi Athena

Loves Odetari and The Weeknd

Listens to Usher and Jacquees, literally any rapper known to man

He still partied and drinks a lot

It’s insane

If he spoils himself, he is spoiling his S/O with everything and as well as physical affection

They are his pfp on everything

Posts them regularly

He used to be a serial man whore and cheater

But they broke him out of it

Wants 3 kids

His favorite brother is Urogi

Aizetsu

Our precious boy, Aizetsu

6’3 and shy

He’s like a gentle giant

His nose is perky like Karaku’s and he has some freckles on his face

He doesn’t have that many moles

In fact

His skin is perfect

He has no moles on him

Aizetsu’s skin has a flare up during the summer sometimes and breaks out in the winter

So he has special skin care products

Karaku and Urogi tried to set Aizetsu up on many blind dates

Dated a popular cheerleader girl

She wanted to get with Karaku and Sekido

He was sad for days

Him and Urogi got matching hair cuts, they have short hair with their bangs in front

Doesn’t know how to take care of his hair

Karaku spoiled him for a month one time and bought him a facial, mani, pedi and took him to get his hair done

Aizetsu wears sweaters half the time

He has some muscle to him but his body is more lean and he gets bruised a lot

He has an lil dumpy too though

It’s all natural, baby

Sekido would worry about him all the time because Aizetsu doesn’t eat a lot

He cooks for his brothers sometimes and that’s it

Once Sekido yelled at him for not eating enough, he ate a bit more

Listens to Indie music, loves Steve Lacy and Faye Webster

Cries to “I know you” by Faye Webster

Me too tho king

Anyways

In high school, he played soccer and he was in the reading club

Like Sekido, he is an introvert

He struggles with making friends

His toxic high school girlfriend crushed his self esteem

Everyone used him to get to his brothers

So he is often excluded

He is also the middle child and the quietest out of all of them

Majoring in psychology

He suffers from depression

He doesn’t break down in front of his brothers

He cries late at night or in the shower

His S/O would have to be able to help him with his depression

Just give him physical affection and reassure him that you aren’t going to leave him

He wants 1-2 kids

He can’t handle dealing with his brothers all over again

Urogi

Urogiiiii

Youngest of the quadruplets

His nose is wider and perkier than the others and he has a mole by his left brow, left side of his face is a mole by his lips and then one of the other side of his lips

His body has them as well

Now he is jacked

He works out every day

He also is just insanely strong already

Loves, loves bird

He’s studying to be a veterinarian

He stands at 6’5, the tallest of the brothers

His birthday is actually a day later

He also almost died before he was born because his umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck

Party kid

He parties so much

Adrenaline junkie

“Life is too fun to be sitting on your butt and crying, Aizetsu!”

Loves, loves the zoo

He doesn’t know much about appearances

He doesn’t know how to take care of his hair

His teeth are absolutely perfect

His skin is somehow clear although he didn’t use anything

He uses St. Ives face wash

His skin never breaks out or flares up

Always had perfect skin

He doesn’t have chest hair but has a lot and I mean a lot of leg hair

He can’t cook

That’s why he goes over to Sekido’s

Him and Karaku are insanely close because they are alike

He did wrestling and soccer in highschool and still continues it in his college days

He did cut his hair

The long hair got in the way of wrestling so he cut it

It’s really wavy and his bangs are parted in the middle

He rarely ever ever gets mad

He’s really protective over Aizetsu, despite him being younger

gives his brothers bird facts all the time

Compares them to birds

Sekido is a cardinal and Aizetsu a blue jay

Karaku is a peacock and Urogi compares himself to a falcon

Has a lot of followers on tiktok and instagram because he posts bird videos and animal videos in general

The followers love them

has always been a ladies man

All the girls love him

It’s the charming personality of his and how sweet he is with animals

is supposed to be Karaku’s and Aizetsu’s wingman

He never talks bad about anyone unless they wronged his brothers

100% listens to Odetari with Karaku but mainly listens to hyper pop and rap and kpop

He loves his family a lot and is a big family oriented person

His S/O would have a lot of fun with him

He goes clubbing a lot but he won’t go without them

Its more fun with them there

He would also take them to work to show them his job

He books vacations to Africa to go on safaris

He’s a very fun and lovable partner

He wants 4 kids, he is praying quadruplets like him and his brothers

Zohakuten

Zohakuten is the youngest of the brothers obviously

He is 16

He’s 5’3, the shortest of them all

He’s intimidating to others and also really shy and reserved so no one really talks to him

Besides his bestie, Rui

Zohakuten is in band

He plays the drums

Has a drum set at home

Him and Rui are extremely close due to the fact that no one else likes to talk to him because he’s scary

Zohakuten is really into art too and draws on the regularly

Is known as the “Quiet Scary Kid”

He cut his hair short so he has his hair like Urogi’s and Aizetsu’s

His bangs parted in the middle and the rest of it being messy because he can’t take care of his hair either

Spends a lot of time drawing and drumming

He gets into fights regularly at school and it’s a surprise that he isn’t kicked out of band yet

He also plays soccer and it absolutely works in his favor because he scares people

He sometimes has brotherly bonding time with his brothers and go to the gym with them

He’s incredibly strong and it makes Karaku jealous because he had noodle arms when he was younger

Listens to Indie, Odetari, Hyperpop, Metal and basically everything

Depends on his mood

When he’s mad, he is blasting Metal

Has to use dermatologist products for his face

His favorite brothers are Sekido and Aizetsu

He sometimes plays minecraft and roblox with Urogi and Karaku

Karaku and Urogi sneak him into frat parties when they are not supposed to

He wears feathered purple earrings

He also wears a gold chain, he wears gold rings too

He loves gold

Like Urogi, his nose is wider and perky

It’s a bit more upturned than his brothers

Karaku has tried to wax Zohakuten’s eyebrows

Karaku got his ass beat

Karaku and Urogi come up with nicknames for Zohakuten

“Zo, Z, Zozo, Zoha, Zohaku, Haku, Ten, Zobo-“

“Shut the fuck up, you imbeciles.”

Rui is with him 95% of the time

He takes him everywhere because it’s basically his only friend

On Christmas, Karaku and Urogi got Zohakuten to dress up as an elf by promising to buy him a new dragon figure

Hates dating

Hates those cheesy couples in school that kiss each other in the hallways and basically have sex

Him and Senjuro lowkey hate each other

But that’s between them and stays between them because Senjuro is also Rui’s friend

#demon slayer #urogi #aizetsu #sekido #karaku #demon slayer karaku #demon slayer sekido #demon slayer aizetsu #demon slayer urogi #hantengu clones #hantengu #demon slayer headcanons #urogi headcanons #kny sekido #kny rui #kny zohakuten #zohakuten #demon slayer fandom

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muupso-o · 5 months

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“Interesting. Please do tell.”

I saw a reference picture on Pinterest and draw Muzan based on that pose. There are lots of mistakes in this drawing but it was a good practice ☺️🙏

As usual please enjoy this old demon as he talking to his meal 🙏🙏

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larixxz · 2 months

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My second KNY oc, Miyuki Yukimura!:)

Just like Risa, she is also a hashira! She uses Ice Breathing❄️ (a breathing style descended from water breathing:3)

Even though she has her own sword just like everyone else she prefers using arrows and bows. (as a teen, she used to practice Kyūdō and mastered it, becoming a very talented person at the martial art😝😝😝)

🏹

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daedricxprincess · 4 months

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🦋 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔶 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 ~ 𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲 𝔳𝔰 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔫 🦋

#shinobu #shinobu kocho #demon slayer #demon slayer anime #dskny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer fandom #anime blog #animecore #anime #anime aesthetic #anime gifs #anime gif #gaming blog #demon slayer fans #daedricxprincess

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catladywriter · 1 year

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Inotan Fan Comic: Inosuke Always Felt It Wasn't Enough by ReName 重名君

Author's Original Notes: Who doesn't like head pats from Tanjirou? Especially ones without the boar mask in the way.

Click here for links to the artist ReName_重名's social media and artwork, the master list of their translated artwork, and proof of permission to translate and repost.

Do not repost/edit without the artist’s permission.

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Translator's Notes:

This is a super cute story of touch-starved Inosuke wanting head pats from Tanjirou. He not only learns from Nezuko, but one-ups her with a heart-shaped garland. Awww! I love Tanjirou's expression when he receives the garland. His gentle eyes are just filled with pure unadulterated surprise and happiness! Inosuke's blushing face when he removes his boar head is so pretty too! The last scene is really heartwarming. Cinnamon roll Tanjirou deserves all the love! And it looks like sneaky Zenitsu swapped Nezuko's garland for his own since her crown has been replaced by his lol.

Reblogs are ❤ and please give the artist some love if you have a Lofter or Pixiv account. Click here for the artist's socials and direct work links.

#inotan #inosuke x tanjirou #inosuke hashibira #kamado tanjiro #demon slayer fanart #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanart #kny doujin #artist: rename #demon slayer fandom #tanjiro kamado #hashibira inosuke #my translation #my translations #awwww my heart #head pats #international fanworks day #catlady translates

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plvuii · 11 months

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Muichiro asks you to brush his hair

Once again *HEAVILY* inspired by @theyslaydemons > . <

As a fellow Hashira, you had always admired Muichiro's unique hair from afar, fascinated by its black hue tinged with an ombre aqua at the tips. So when he approached you one day, a hint of nervousness in his eyes, and asked if you would be willing to brush his hair, you couldn't help but feel honored and touched by his trust.

"It looks like you've had quite the intense training session, Muichiro," you teased, noting the disheveled state of his hair. "But I'd be happy to help you untangle those knots."

Muichiro's gaze met yours, his usual calm demeanor slightly faltering. "Thank you, ___. My hair gets tangled easily, and I thought maybe you could lend a hand."

A warm smile formed on your lips as you reached for the brush. "Of course, Muichiro. Consider it my way of repaying you for all the times you've supported me."

Sitting side by side in a secluded corner of a garden, you carefully held the brush in your hand, feeling a mix of excitement and responsibility. Muichiro's normally stoic expression softened as he looked at you, a hint of vulnerability shining through. He had entrusted you with a task that held significance to him, and you were determined to make it a pleasant experience.

With gentle movements, you started running the brush through his ebony locks, mindful of the tangles that awaited you. Muichiro closed his eyes, his face relaxing as he surrendered to your care.

"You're really good at this," Muichiro murmured, a hint of surprise in his voice. "I never realized how soothing it could be to have someone brush my hair."

You chuckled softly, continuing your careful strokes. "Well, you deserve a moment of relaxation, Muichiro. You work tirelessly for the Demon Slayer Corps, and it's important to take care of yourself."

The soft bristles glided through his hair, untangling the knots with ease. Muichiro let out a contented sigh, his tense muscles gradually easing as you worked your way through his locks. The tingling sensation against his scalp sent a shiver down his spine, a gentle reminder that he wasn't alone in this journey.

"You have an enjoyable touch, ___," Muichiro murmured—repeating his earlier thought—his voice was barely above a whisper. "I never realized how therapeutic brushing one's hair could be."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you continued to brush his hair. "It seems like brushing your hair helps you remember, Muichiro."

He blinked, a hint of confusion in his eyes. "Remember what?"

You smiled gently, understanding his tendency to forget. "Remember the soothing sensation, the calmness it brings. Each time you repeat your sentiment, it's like rediscovering the joy all over again."

Muichiro's features relaxed, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. "I suppose you're right. I tend to forget things easily."

You continued the rhythmic motion of the brush, the sound of bristles against hair filling the air. "No need to worry, Muichiro. I'll be here to remind you, to create these peaceful moments whenever you need them."

As you continued to brush his hair, a sense of tranquility enveloped the space around you. The worries and hardships of their world faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that peaceful moment. It was a testament to the bond forged through battles, a connection that went beyond mere words.

Muichiro's eyes remained closed, his breathing steady. "You have a calming presence, ___. Thank you for always understanding and being there for me."

Your hand stilled for a moment, your heart swelling with gratitude. "We’re comrades, Muichiro. I'm grateful to have you, Muichiro. We're in this together, always."

In that silent understanding, you both found solace. The brush gently glided through his hair one final time before you set it aside, your hand resting on his shoulder, a reassurance of your unwavering support.

As you sat there, basking in the quiet tranquility, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose. In this shared moment, you provided Muichiro with more than just a simple hairbrush. You had given him a reminder of his worth, his strength, and the profound connection you shared as fellow warriors.

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calx-bdo · 10 months

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muichiro but make him a roblox player

muichiro x you btw

"FUCK I FELL OFF THE GODDAMN LEDGE AGAIN?!!"

Your high pitched scream flooded Muichiro's ears through his headset.

"Jesus...calm down dude. It's not that hard."

Yea, not that hard. Thanks Muichiro, who is so pleasantly at level 50. You, however, was still stuck on level 38.

"Tokito, how did you even pass this level? This..this hell."

You mumbled, eyebrows knitted in concentration.

"It's not even that bad. You're just weak for real. Like, how did you even get past stage 35? I'm surprised you got past it with the amount of whining you did. Wait until you get to stage 42. That's where the REAL hell is. No cap, for real."

A beat of silence. Two beats.

"Fuck you, Muichiro." You spat into your mic. You were already struggling in this stage, what does he mean there's worse ones up ahead!! Sure, it's a little embarrassing for a 14 year old to be stuck on Speedrun 4 on Roblox, but what the fuck is the ice cream stage!!! Are you kidding me?!?! Is the game's creator trying to send you to an early grave?!

"Dude. You still there? Nah don't tell me you're still stuck there.." Muichiro clicked his mouse to check the player list. And there you are, @sonicrealfan11 on Roblox - still at 38.

"BROO you have the BIGGEST skill issue I have EVER seen. DUDEE LOLLL. HOW ARE YOU STILL THERE?! THAT'S CRAZY NO WAY LMAO!!"

'Well, okay, fuck you Muichiro. I thought you were supposed to be my boyfriend or whatever!!' You thought.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. You removed your headphones and walked towards it, opening the knob slowly.

"Hey. Your struggle really kinda pissed me off since we're weren't on the same stage and I couldn't see you fail through my screen. So, I'm here to help you beat it."

Muichiro's nonchalant voice rang out.

"Oh thanks man!"

You had no idea how to reply so you just blurted this out.

1 grueling hour later and many trips to your room, Muichiro and you finally managed to beat Speedrun 4.

a/n: this is just projecting FUCK YOU ICE CREAM STAGE

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oopsitszuli · 11 months

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"And At Last, I See The Light" (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader) Part 2.

Welcome back, everyone!! I got a bunch of requests to make a part two to this fic, and i figured it would be a good 2-year anniversary post for this blog! I started this blog with Sanemi, and now here we are!! I hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: 3.7k

Songs to listen too while reading: The Archer(Taylor swift), In my room( Chance Peña), Say yes to heaven(Lana Del Rey), No.1 Party Anthem(The Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: Angst, cursing, self-hate, panic attack descriptions, mentions of death, fighting, and blood.

“Have I ever told you that your eyes are striking- no, dazzling… no, that’s not enough.” Sanemi thought for a moment, “You are absolutely captivating.”

Sanemi’s hands fell from her arms, his body stiffening as he looked at the woman across from him. What had he just said? Why would he ever let himself say something like that? Something so completely idiotic, sudden, brash….Vulnerable. That’s it, the word that always left a poisonous taste on his tongue. Why would Sanemi have ever let himself say something so vulnerable? His mind was already racing with questions. Was It the rush of emotions? Was it the influence of the color of her eyes?

Sanemi’s attention snapped back to the present, and he watched helplessly as her eyes widened. Her vibrant eyes, gods, Sanemi was enraged by how captivated he had already become. He always believed that the phrase ‘eyes are the window to someone’s soul’ was utter bullshit, but now, looking at her, he couldn’t do anything but finally believe. The way the hues blended together effortlessly into a dreamy painting made Sanemi want to curse out loud. Had he always missed views this stunning? How many days did he go missing something just like this? Her face peered up at him, her wide eyes laced with a mixture of shock and surprise, her cheeks alight with a furious blush. Every inch of her was radiating in a color that Sanemi swore could only ever work on her, and no one else could dare try and dawn the same shades with the same heavenliness as she.

“What did you just say?” Sanemi’s heart stopped for a second before its beat resumed at a highly uncomfortable pace. Her face shifted slightly, an eyebrow-raising as she continued to stare up at the now panicked Sanemi. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, searching desperately for something he could say in place of his true words. He had promised himself never to be vulnerable like this around someone again, and he had already let it get too far by opening a soft spot in his soul for the woman across from him. Vulnerability like this would get him killed, and right now, he felt as though a katana had just pierced through his chest with little to no effort. The new look on her face, the confusion, was sickening. Sanemi could hear her internal monologue already… ‘Who does this creep think he is?’ Or ‘I’m far too perfect for a scarred monster; why would he ever think that I would feel anything other than friendship to him?’ God forbid, ‘Ha! Friendship, I’m only kind to him out of pity; honestly, it’s tiring.’ The thoughts running through his mind of what she might think of him were deathly as Sanemi continued to stare down at the woman. In the deepest retreats of his mind, a part of himself yelled loudly, begging for Sanemi to finally let someone in again, almost on the verge of tears as they screamed in his ears. Sanemi only shrugged off the voice, ignoring the desperate being begging for love just like he had done for so long. Everyone he loved was taken from him. From his family to Masachika, Kanae, and if he dared ever utter the words to (Y/n), she would be the next victim of his affection. He couldn’t do it to her. To curse someone so good and so full of light with something as poisoning as his love. It would be a fate worse than being turned into a demon.

“Nothing.” He stammered, turning on his heel as the pounding in his chest quickened. It was dizzying, the beating in his chest; everything around him was so bright and so noisy, and his mind truly couldn’t move fast enough to catch up with his new world. The colors hurt, the noise was disorienting, and the knowledge of one of the people he cared about the most standing behind him watching him unfold clawed itself into his brain. Sanemi’s breathing was rapid as the Hashira thought deeply about his next move; to him, it was a simple choice; he would disappear in an instant, retreating to his estate and hiding there for however long he needed. But, like most of his other plans, he was interrupted by the one person who could tear his world down in near seconds.

“No. No, Sanemi, don’t say that. Please, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it.” (Y/n) begged him as her hand took anchor on his wrist. Her voice was shaky, only adding to the sickness Sanemi felt rising in his stomach. “Don’t run away from me, please. Just say it one more time.” Her grip tightened, and Sanemi remained frozen in place. The world around him seemingly taunted his soul as it began to spin rapidly, the directions changing in an instant. He tore his wrist free from her grip as he stumbled forward, trying to stifle the broken gasps that tried to break through his lips. All he had to do was say it again, and then she would either leave or stay. But the idea of her leaving him left his heart breaking, and the idea of her staying for a monster like him just furthered his panic. She deserved so much more than him. He was an asshole, a coward, an overly emotional wreck, a murderer, and someone who couldn’t even protect his own family.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a demon.

And who could ever love someone that couldn’t even love himself?

“I can’t.” His voice was strained, hoarse, and broken by every heavy gasp that dared interrupt him. He felt her reaching for him; he felt the warmth, the love, the promise of something good, and in an instant, Sanemi disappeared with the wind. Leaving (Y/n) (L/n) alone and abandoning any hope of being something more than the coward he saw himself as.

Sanemi crashed through the doors to his estate, his chest heaving with each dizzying step he took. Bedroom, all he had to do was make it to his bedroom, and he could collapse there. But, It seemed as though his body was determined to take out anything in its way, crashing against the poorly decorated walls of his estate, knocking anything hanging on the walls to the floors, splaying the wood with shattered glass from picture frames and blood that dripped from a newly opened wound on Sanemi’s arm. Sanemi gasped as he stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet and meeting the cold floor of his home with no preparation. Any breath remaining in his lungs was stolen from him greedily, leaving the wind Hashira gasping for relief as warm water began to trickle down his cheeks. His nose was pressed flush against the floor, a dull throbbing already creeping its way across his face. After what seemed like an eternity, Sanemi rolled over. His back pressed firmly against the cold wood floor as the weight in his chest grew heavier with each second. His body shook as though the room around him was below freezing, and his hands grabbed desperately at the clothes on his torso, attempting to free himself from the feeling coursing through his body.

‘Don’t run away from me, please.’ The one thing (Y/n) asked of him, and Sanemi couldn’t even give her that. How could he ever give her anything else? Happiness, freedom, love? He could do nothing, but he still went ahead and gave her hope with that one simple line. ‘You are absolutely captivating.’ It was so easy to say in the heat of the moment. When nothing felt detrimental, nothing felt final, and it was simply him and her alone and in peace. But now, he had run away, ruined her night and most likely her week, and all he would lay alone on the cold floors of his home with his vision blurry, chest heaving, heart pounding, and the world flickering In and out of sight. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing. Any technique he could find he tried, but nothing was working, instead he lay motionless on his floor, crying consistently. And Sanemi would stay there, gasping for air and exhausted, until he eventually passed out twenty minutes later.

The following week that passed was nothing but a blur to Sanemi. From the moment he woke up to a group of screaming kakushi surrounding him In his home to now, where he stood alone in the middle of his private training arena, it was all nothing but a cruel haze. But, haze or not, the events that took place a week ago had burned themselves in his brain, taking joy in haunting his dreams nightly as if he didn’t already have a pile of shit to unpack. Seeing colors had changed so much in his life, and it was taking Sanemi more time than he thought to adjust. From realizing the horrid decoration skills, he had dawned to being haunted by any color that reminded him of (Y/n), seeing colors was turning out to be more of a burden than a blessing.

‘(Y/n)…’ He found himself staring at the vibrant blue sky, getting lost in thought with little to no effort. ‘I hope she’s ok…and I hope she isn’t still angry with me.’ He sighed in defeat. He may have been living in a blur for the past week, but he assured himself that he would never allow himself to come into contact with the Hashira that had taken possession of his mind and soul. He avoided her at every turn, and still, he held out desperate hope that in another week, they would return to their old ways. If she were still mad, though, Sanemi could never be upset about it. He ran way, he was the coward, but in his mind, it was the safest bet. Hopefully, she understood that. In the meantime, he would continue to try and return to normalcy. Training the brats, going on scouting missions, going on regular missions, anything and everything that could distract Sanemi became his best friend.

Today felt different though; as the winds slowly shifted, Sanemi couldn’t help but feel as though something big was about to happen. And with the flapping of crows wings, Sanemi felt as though he would get his answer.

“Caw! Orders from Oyakata-sama!” The bird screeched loudly as it landed on a nearby training dummy Sanemi had yet to destroy. Sanemi ran his hand through his hair, urging the crow to continue silently. He listened intently as the crow detailed the mission Sanemi would be sent on. A lone town in the mountains has been rampaged by attacks of supposed demon hoards nightly, and all slayers sent there thus far have failed to complete their mission, either returning in utter hysterics or not returning at all. Therefore, Oyakata deemed Sanemi and another Hashira suitable for the job.

“Who is the other Hashira?” Sanemi asked, silently praying for it to be anyone other than (Y/n). At this point, he would even prefer Tomioka over her, which was a thought that made Sanemi sick. He never wanted to avoid (Y/n); even going a day without talking to her was torture, but he didn’t know what else to do. How could he ever face her again after the shit he pulled?

“That cannot be disclosed at this time!” The bird chirped, much to Sanemi’s annoyance. His hand waved through the air, sending the bird to the sky in an instant with the gesture. It bid him farewell as it flew off, disappearing in the bright blue sky in a matter of seconds.

“Stupid fucking bird.” Sanemi cursed under his breath before turning on his heel. He would be the first to admit that his heart was racing, nerves at the idea of being paired on a mission with (Y/n) was making him sick, but still, he continued forward, beginning the trek back to his estate to prepare for the upcoming mission.

The gods truly hated Sanemi Shinazugawa. They had to; it was the only explanation as to why he arrived at the meeting point a few miles outside of the town and (Y/n) was standing there, the smile she normally wore long wiped off of her face. Their eyes met, Sanemi’s laced with shame and hers laced with disappointment. The look in her eyes could have killed him at first glance, the vibrancy and life were seemingly washed away, and her eyes were puffy, most likely due to crying. She looked at him with such disdain, anger and sadness written across her face and disappointment in her tone when she finally spoke to him.

“The town is only a few miles away…we will be there by nightfall.” She didn’t look at him longer than a few minutes before she walked down the road, leaving him to follow her. Sanemi stood still, breathless, as he watched her walk away. She was so….lifeless, and the realization that hit him almost knocked him to the ground.

He had broken her heart.

They walked to the town in silence, not even the sound of the nightingales in the distance breaking through the tension between the pair. Sanemi searched for something to say desperately, be it an excuse or something to return them to the friendship they shared only a week ago, but no matter what he tried, the words fell short on his tongue. Upon reaching the town, a few words were finally shared, though they were none of the words he wished to hear.

“We should split up…I think the way the demon is overwhelming the villagers and demon slayers is by hiding its main body and splitting off into other demons it can control…” (Y/n) spoke grimly, not looking at the other Hashira as she did.

“That sounds a lot like upper moon four that the Kamado kid fought...Maybe we'll get lucky and get to fight an upper moon.” Sanemi attempted a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

“Well, it’s not; that demon is dead, now get to work, Shinazugawa.” And with that, (Y/n) disappeared into the night. Sanemi was left alone, dumbstruck at the sudden absence she created. Was this how she felt when he left? No. She must have felt so much worse…After he ruined the hope she held in her heart, he deserved to feel just as bad as he made her feel. Sanemi continued further into the village, his mind captured by the idea of how royally he had fucked up. He should have just admitted his compliment, hell he should have admitted his adoration for her, but no, he just had to be stubborn as always. ‘What if she dies? She’ll die thinking you hate her. Are you such a miserable bitch that you couldn’t even admit that you complimented someone you care about?’ Sanemi’s thoughts ran wild through his head, clouding his thoughts so easily that it felt as though it was a common occurrence. His head hung low, eyes fixated on the ground, and even the sudden presence of a demon behind him didn’t tear his eyes from where they were focused. He unsheathed his Katana in seconds, waving it through the air and decapitating the demon effortlessly. The beast screamed, most likely calling on his companions, and finally, Sanemi’s eyes lifted from the ground. His eyes slightly widened, five demons surrounded him, although he knew they would be no issue for him. One charged, and he let them hit him, cutting open a gash on his arm and effectively subjecting them to the drunken wave that followed the scent of his blood. The more that drew near, the more Sanemi felt himself caring less about this mission, only concerned about if (Y/n) had located the central body. More demons charged him, and with a wave of his sword, they were decapitated, establishing himself as a hearty threat to the remaining demon figures.

“Two Hashira? For us?” One demon cackled, prideful in his supposed power. Sanemi groaned in annoyance.

“Maybe this one will be as fun as the girl. She looked so lost trying to get away from all of them, oh and her face when they held her down…just proves that Hashira aren’t as strong as they say..” Another demon spoke up. In an instant, Sanemi’s world froze, he blinked, and in a second, the demons were decapitated leaving him running around the village screaming out (Y/n)’s name. If she got hurt because of a mass amount of demons, Sanemi would never forgive himself. He ruined her week, made her miserable, and now he let her run off alone to fight demons that had claimed the lives of twenty Demon Slayers.

Sanemi ran faster than he ever had before, weaving down alleyways, running atop buildings, slamming his body to the ground when he took a far too sudden turn, but still, he ran. His chest was heaving as panic consumed him; there was one more place in the village he had yet to search, and if she wasn’t there, he was sure the inevitable had come true. First his mother, his siblings, Masachika, Kanae…and now her. Sanemi always did this to himself. He made the same mistake of caring for someone in a world where demons existed.

He rounded the corner, his feet coming to a halt. The only thing there was a forest line, the scent of demons, and a pool of blood seeping into the dirt road beneath him. To his knees, he fell, a broken cry escaping his throat so hoarsely it felt as though he was being strangled. His hands stretched out in front of him, falling to the ground before they reached the pool of blood; no matter what he told himself, the facts were indisputable. The pool of blood before him was a human’s blood, the demon stench lingering so heavily it made him choke on the air, the words those lesser demons had repeated….(Y/n) was dead. Sanemi felt as though he was going to be sick at the realization; all the pent-up emotions he had hidden from her were finally taking control, though they were too late. They were always too late.

“Please…Please, no, don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you too.” Sanemi gasped, his head falling down and pressing flush against the dirt road he had collapsed on. “Please….Please (Y/n), don’t leave me; I know I fucked up. I should have told you the truth, I should have said it again. Should have told you how captivating you are, how much I look forward to talking to you, how badly I want to eat dinner with you, how badly I loved you.” There It was. The word he had run from for so long. Love, the thing that could tear your heart out so suddenly and leave you alive to face the repercussions. Sanemi hated the admittance, he hated uttering the word, but now, he’d never get to say it to her face. She was dead, and he was here; his words would forever go unheard by the one woman that made his whole world bright once again.

“You love me?” The words that reached his ears came from in front of him, belonging to a singsongy voice he had grown to adore. Sanemi pushed himself from the ground in an instant, his eyes laden with tears and his chest heaving. The figure before him, the woman standing in front of him with a bandaged leg and a stern look on her ethereal face, it was (Y/n).

“Are you real?” Sanemi choked out, his eyes flickering from the pool of slowly drying blood to the woman before him.

“Do you love me?” She only repeated herself, looking down at the Hashira, who remained knelt on the ground. Sanemi choked in a deep breath, his hands shaking as he gently took her hands in his. Oh so gently, he lifted her hands to his lips, placing delicate kisses across her gentle skin in an effort to test if she were real or not.

“I do, and I’m a coward for not admitting it earlier. I love you so deeply; your voice haunts every waking moment of my day; when I see certain things, all I’m reminded of is you; when I sit down at dinner, I imagine what it would be like to have you there with me…I love you so much it scares me, and I think that you deserve so much better. But I can’t bare to see you with anyone else, so if you’ll allow me, I want to become better for you….Please, I’m so sorry.” His voice was breathy as he spoke, his eyes locking on hers from where he knelt on the ground.

“After what you put me through…I should hate you.” Her words struck him to his core, and Sanemi nodded as she continued. “But no matter what I did, I couldn’t. I asked anyone who would listen for advice, and if they gave me an answer that related to never speaking to you again, I yelled at them. I wanted to be mad at you so badly, but I was hurt more than anything. Sanemi, I love you so much, and I need you to prove to me that you have the capability of loving me openly…I will not be loved in secrecy.” (Y/n) finished talking as she gently pulled on Sanemi’s hands, urging him to stand. He stood slowly, his eyes not leaving hers as he did.

“How could I ever hide my love for someone as perfect as you?” Sanemi whispered softly, leaning forward before pressing his forehead gently against hers. He remained still, his eyes shut tight before the feeling of her lips on his consumed her. Her arms were around him in a matter of moments, kissing him deeply as a smile formed on his scarred face.

“Please, never be scared to talk to me. I want you to walk with me through all stages of life. And I want you to walk with me in the light; no more hiding in the shadows.” A soft sigh left (Y/n)’s lips as she spoke. “May the dawn that shines on me always shine upon you, my love.”

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