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snowmist-hashira · 10 months

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kimetsu academy/gakuen au where muichiro is rlly popular w the girls but he only has his eyes on you. like you two are in the same friend group (tanjiro, zenitsu, inosuke, genya and kanao) and they notice how you've been crushing on muichiro for a while. but you're afraid that muichiro has his eyes on someone else until he confesses to you after words of encouragement from his friend group

[Chapter title: Heartstrings Intertwined]

[Requested] Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Wattpad:(One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader Archive:Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list:♠ Information ♠ Word count: 2,128

Artist: えい

Link; Pixiv

Phew. Finally finished~ I've been preoccupied with my own drafts and ideas, but I had a great time writing this one. It's been sitting in my inbox for quite a while as it is the oldest, and I apologize for the delay. But I hope you enjoy it, Anon! Time to make my third cup of coffee of the day.

The lunchtime chatter filled the air, blending with the occasional laughter and excited voices. Y/n made her way through the crowded hallway, dodging students and backpacks as she went.

Y/n walked past the locker area, she noticed her friends; Tanjiro and Muichiro nearby. Curiosity piqued, she paused her tracks and approached them. Just as Muichiro opened his locker, a cascade of enveloped letters spilled out, some of them landing near Y/n's feet. Reacting instinctively, she picked up one of the letters intending to return it, only to discover that it was a love letter. With a bemused expression, she glanced at the pile of letters scattered on the ground.

Y/n felt a mix of curiosity and deadpan as she looked at the pile of letters scattered on the ground. She glanced at Tanjiro and Muichiro, who seemed unaware of the situation as they gathered the rest of the fallen letters, Y/n decided to help them out.

"Um, Muichiro, this letter fell out of your locker," Y/n said, holding up the love letter.

Muichiro blinked in surprise and took the letter from Y/n's hand. "Ah, thank you," he muttered softly, his voice barely audible.

Tanjiro asked, "Muichiro, why do you have so many letters in your locker? Are they all... love letters?"

Y/n's surprise grew as Tanjiro seemed unaware of Muichiro's popularity among the girls. She couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in confusion. "You don't know, Tanjiro?”

Muichiro stood out among his peers in the academy with his unique hair, with strands from black to mint, added to his allure and made him easily recognizable. Furthermore, his cold and stoic demeanor have intrigued others, his reserved nature has sparked curiosity and interest among his classmates.

In addition to his captivating appearance and demeanor, Muichiro's skills in shogi and unexpected athleticism contributed to his popularity.

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle softly before speaking, “He’s quite popular.”

Tanjiro scratched the back of his head, a sheepish expression on his face. "Well, I knew he was well-liked, but I didn't realize it was to this extent.

Muichiro, who had been silently listening, sighed softly. "It's not something I pay much attention to.”

‘Aah, what a heartthrob.’ Y/n thought to herself, she couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and sympathy for the girls who were infatuated with Muichiro.

Including herself.

A soft sigh escaped Y/n lips, her gaze lingering on Muichiro. The hidden feelings for him resurfaced, accompanied by a wave of longing and uncertainty. She had been keeping her affection for him hidden, fearing the potential consequences it might have on their friendship.

Y/n had convinced herself that Muichiro wouldn't share the same romantic feelings, and she didn't want to risk losing the connection they had built. She treasured their friendship dearly and didn't want to jeopardize it by confessing her emotions.

Adding to that, seeing the attention Muichiro received from other girls made Y/n question her decision. What if he actually had feelings for someone else? What if he wasn't open to the idea of a romantic relationship?

“Y/n.” Muichiro called out which seemed to snap Y/n back to reality. “Have you eaten? Let’s go to the cafeteria.”

A grateful smile graced Y/n's lips as she nodded. "Sure.”

As they reached the cafeteria, they approached their friends' table, Y/n smiled at the lively scene before them. Zenitsu's loud voice filled the air, Inosuke playfully teasing him, Genya scolding them both, and Kanao attempting to restore some semblance of calmness. It was a familiar sight that always brought a sense of warmth and camaraderie.

Taking their seats, Y/n felt a sense of belonging among this boisterous group. She joined the conversation, sharing a laughter and light-hearted exchanges, it was a group with unique quirks and dynamic but it fitted well.

Glancing at her side to where Muichiro was seated, Y/n couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as she noticed Muichiro's choice of food— She couldn't help but find it amusing.

"You really love your Furofuki Daikon, don't you, Muichiro?" Y/n chuckled lightly, a teasing tone lacing her words. "I swear, I think I've seen you eat it more times than I can count."

Muichiro's stoic expression softened into a small smile as he nodded. "Yes, it's simple, but it's one of my favorites. The taste is comforting to me."

Y/n tilted her head, glancing at the dish, “It seems easy to make.”

“You will?”

She turned her gaze back to Muichiro, slightly surprised by his question. "You mean, you want me to make it for you?" Y/n asked, her voice filled with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

Muichiro nodded, his expression serene. "If it's not too much trouble,” he added, “I think anything you cook will turn out delicious, Y/n.”

Y/n's cheeks flushed even deeper at Muichiro's sincere compliment. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of surprise and delight at his words, it took her aback, leaving her momentarily at a loss for words.

Her heart skipping a beat, a mix of flattery and nervousness flooding her. She hadn't expected Muichiro to make such a request, and it left her questioning the depth of his intentions. Could it be that he was not oblivious to her presence, after all?

Y/n nodded with a shy smile. "Sure, Muichiro. I'll give it a try."

Muichiro's smile grew slightly, a hint of gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/n. I look forward to it."

The entire group fell silent, their eyes fixed on the interaction unfolding between Muichiro and Y/n. There was a tacit understanding among them, except for Zenitsu, who couldn't help but express his curiosity.

"Hold on, Y/n, do you have feelings for—" Zenitsu began, but his words were swiftly halted as Tanjiro placed his hand over his mouth, silencing him, as he attempted to prevent Zenitsu from blurting out something that could potentially disrupt the delicate atmosphere.

Y/n's eyes widened further in surprise as the realization sank in that Tanjiro's interruption seemed to indicate his awareness of her hidden feelings for Muichiro. A mix of emotions flooded her—vulnerability, curiosity, and a touch of nervousness.

Sensing the shift in the atmosphere, the rest of the group exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she realized that her secret might not be as hidden as she had thought.

On the other hand, she couldn't help but find the contrast between Tanjiro's obliviousness to Muichiro's popularity and his apparent awareness of her hidden feelings quite amusing. Internally, Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Tanjiro, who seemed unaware of Muichiro's admirers, somehow appeared to have an inkling about her own emotions.

With a small, appreciative smile directed towards Tanjiro, Y/n silently conveyed her gratitude for his understanding, he nodded in return.

Little did Y/n know that her friends had picked up on more than just her hidden feelings for Muichiro. Unbeknownst to her, they had also noticed Muichiro's subtle shifts in behavior whenever he interacted with Y/n.

They had caught glimpses of Muichiro's small smiles, the change in his demeanor, and the softness in his tone whenever he spoke to Y/n. They had witnessed these subtle signs that hinted at Muichiro's own feelings for her.

It was a language of emotions that went beyond words, one that Y/n couldn't decipher for herself.

After finishing lunch, Y/n stood up, bidding the group farewell and making her way to her supplementary classes, Muichiro's gaze remained fixed on her retreating figure. A glimmer of longing danced in his eyes, his heart yearning for her presence to linger just a little longer.

Tanjiro caught the wistful expression on Muichiro's face. He couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and warmth at the sight of his friend's subtle affection towards Y/n.

Deciding to offer a gentle nudge of encouragement, Tanjiro spoke up, his words directed at Muichiro. "Tokito-kun, why don't you confess your feelings to Y/n?"

Tanjiro's words hung in the air, surprising Muichiro and causing a faint blush to tint his cheeks. He hadn't anticipated that their group was aware of his feelings for Y/n, but the expressions on their faces confirmed that they had indeed noticed his affections.

Muichiro's gaze shifted between his friends, his voice soft yet determined. "I've been hesitant to confess, unsure of how Y/n would feel."

“Stop backing out, Y/n has already-“ Zenitsu was exasperated by the fact that Muichiro and Y/n seemed oblivious to their mutual feelings, and he couldn't help but express his frustration, because he lacks the romantic prospects. It felt like a double blow to his heart.

However, before Zenitsu could finish his sentence, Genya swiftly took action. He grabbed Zenitsu's hair and covered his mouth with his hand, silencing his outburst. “Shut it!”

“OUCHHHH!”

Tanjiro couldn't help but sweat drop at Zenitsu's typical loud outburst, his friend's tendency to speak without a filter often leading to unexpected situations. He glanced back at Muichiro, who seemed completely oblivious to the almost-disclosure from Zenitsu.

Taking a deep breath, Tanjiro decided to redirect the conversation, steering it away from Zenitsu's almost-revelation.

"A-Anyways..." Tanjiro stammered, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Regardless of what Y/n says, I think she would appreciate your honesty. You never know what might happen unless you try."

Muichiro blinked, seemingly taken aback by Tanjiro's words. The realization slowly dawned upon him, and he nodded, a determined look in his eyes.

As soon as school ended, Muichiro made up his mind to find Y/n, his heart racing as he spotted Y/n in one of the empty classrooms, her presence illuminated by the soft glow of the setting sun. The sight of her, framed by the window, created a serene and ethereal atmosphere, as if the universe itself was aligning to make this moment more significant.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Muichiro approached the open doorway. He hesitated for a brief moment, admiring Y/n's silhouette against the backdrop of the colorful sky.

The sound of his footsteps interrupted Y/n's contemplation, causing her to turn and meet his gaze. There was a mix of surprise and curiosity in her eyes as she noticed Muichiro's presence.

As the seconds ticked by, Muichiro felt his heart beating in his chest, the weight of his confession resting on his shoulders. He took a step closer, the sunlight casting a gentle glow upon them both.

"Y/n," Muichiro began, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

Y/n's eyes widened, a mix of anticipation and surprise crossing her features. Her attention was solely on Muichiro, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited his next words.

Muichiro continued, his voice filled with sincerity. "Y/n, I... I've fallen in love with you."

Muichiro's heartfelt confession lingered in the air, he couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement coursing through him. He lowered his gaze, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, his heart pounding so loudly that he feared it might burst from his chest.

His vulnerability laid bare before Y/n, Muichiro's mind raced with thoughts and emotions. The weight of his confession magnified the intensity of the moment, leaving him feeling exposed and hopeful all at once.

He wondered how Y/n would respond, whether his feelings would be reciprocated or if his heart would be met with disappointment.

The seconds stretched on, each passing moment feeling like an eternity, until finally, Y/n broke the silence.

Her voice, gentle yet filled with warmth, reached his ears, drawing his gaze back to her. Taken aback by the vulnerability he saw reflected in her eyes. Her orbs, usually filled with strength and determination, now held a softness that mirrored his own. His heart skipped a beat, captivated by the sight of her blushing cheeks and the delicate hint of anticipation that lingered in the air.

With a soft smile, Y/n spoke, her voice carrying a mix of affection and vulnerability. "I've been carrying my own feelings, unsure if they were shared or reciprocated. But the truth is, I've fallen for you too."

A surge of relief washed over Muichiro, his heart soaring with joy at Y/n's response. The blush on his cheeks deepened as he met her gaze once again, their unspoken connection now acknowledged.

Their gazes locked, and a wave of understanding passed between them. Without needing any more words, Muichiro reached out and their hands intertwined, fitting perfectly together like two puzzle pieces. It was a gentle and comforting embrace, conveying more than words ever could.

Time stood still as they stood there, surrounded by the soft glow of the setting sun. The world around them faded into the background, their focus solely on each other.

In that moment, everything felt right.

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muzansfangs · 4 months

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Guilty pleasure.

Starring: Muzan x f!reader; Douma x f!reader; Akaza x f!reader Giyuu x f!reader; mention to Shinobu x Giyuu; Zenitsu, Nezuko, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Sabito, Daki, Nakime mentioned;

Warnings: mention to nsfw, language, grief, mourning, paranoia, conflicting feelings, hangover, possessiviness, yandere behavior, mention to body horror, stalking, brute behavior, jealousy;

Plot: dealing with a terrible hangover, you come across the news of what had happened yesterday night. Muzan interrupting your research though only make you remember that you could not trust him. The temptation to somehow defend yourself and your heart from him begin you arise and you find yourself swimming in the grey sea of paranoia and questionable actions. In the meanwhile, Giyuu is saying goodbye to his old friend and, now, more than ever, he needs you.

MASTERLIRST | PRIVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER

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BURY A FRIEND.

"Before you start questioning my appearence, I had a bad dream, yeah. Like, I fucking thought I made out with Kokushibo" you grumbled, hands tightly wrapped around your warm mug as you scrunched up your face for the bad headache you were currently experiencing.

You surely had learnt your lesson. Never drink that much again, not for a man anyway.

Your body ached, as you tried to discern reality from the blurry imagines pestering your mind. You just remembered one thing: you had drunk that much because Muzan had not showed up at your date. It was foolish to hurt yourself like that for someone like him, but maybe you had started to let him in. How could you not? His charm and mannerism would have not left anyone indifferent. Not even you.

Akaza almost choked on his coffee, his eyes widening even so slightly as he coughed at your revelation "It sounds like the intro of a scary movie" he simply commented, leaning against the kitchen counter, as he locked eyes with you.

"It is. The cherry on top was the argument with the white-haired bitch..." you added, pinching the bridge of your nose and wincing softly for the sharp pain in your head. You needed a pain killer, there was no doubt about it.

"Douma?" Akaza inquired, quirking his eyebrows up questioningly.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head and hopping down from the stool you were sitting on "The other bitch" you clarified and, judging by Akaza's knowing look, he immediately realized who you were talking about.

"Oh, she's about to come and grab her coffee. Girls fight?" he asked, an amused grin crossing his lips as you stared at him horrified by the news. With all the stuff you had to do that morning, the last thing you needed was bumping into her again, therefore you were quick to wave your hand at him and walk back towards your room.

Drawing your phone from the back pocket of your jeans, you checked the news. Among more gossip about Muzan and the mysterious girl he helped out at the park, your attention was caught by a specific breaking news.

"BOMBS IN THE UBUYASHIKI INDUSTRY: FOUR VICTIMS FOUND ON THE SCENE".

You were about to click on the link, when someone behind you cleared his throat and you hastily locked the screen in panic, your grip on the phone almost slipping. Whipping your head towards the direction of the voice, your eyes met Muzan's ones. He was already dressed to leave, his outfit impeccable as per usual, his expression somehow softer than what you were used to. Maybe, he was about to apologize for having stood you out at the restaurant. Your sharp tongue obviously did not miss the chance to taunt him about it.

"You've been a jerk" you said, folding your arms over your chest and showing off a forced smile.

Muzan quirked his eyebrow up "Oh, good morning to you too" he replied, not moving an inch from where he was standing. His plum red eyes travelled attentively up and down your frame, assessing that you were probably about to leave too.

"Well, you said you wanted to really try to court me. Having your First in Command attend the date you had planned for us at your place was kind of a turn off" you punctuated, narrowing your eyes at him as you motioned to enter your room.

His voice, however, made you halt.

"That's why I have taken the morning off from my duties. I would like to spend some quality time with you. No guards around, no one to disturb us. Just you and I" he explained, sounding genuine despite his monotone tone of voice. This was weird. Yet, it was surely a good way to make amend. The bastard surely knew how to play his cards right.

You cocked your head to the side, your foreteeth sinking onto your bottom lip as you let his words sink in. You were still kind of puzzled by it, but you could not help the soft smile stirring on your face. You were up for it. This relationship, fake or real, had to work. Was there even a better way of acting natural around your partner than settling down and spending time together?

"What exactly are you planning, Muzan?" you asked him, leaning your shoulder against the closed door and staring up at him in curiosity.

The raven-haired politician straightened his black satin tie and locked eyes with you once again "I want to know you better, that's all" he declared.

You parted your lips in disbelief, but it did not last long, as your eyes narrowed and you decided to simply ask him the main question that had been haunting you throughout the night "Where were you yesterday night?" you asked him, mouth unnaturally dry for the fear of receiving an answer you would have not liked.

What if he was with Daki, or Nakime?

Your stomach churned at that thought, your heart thrumming in your chest while you waited for him to answer you. You found it odd how the possibility of him spending the night with another woman irked you more than the idea of him plotting crimes. Perhaps, your subconscious had come to terms with the fact that he was a criminal. But a cheater, well, it was a whole other story.

"I attended a poker night with some gentlemen in some private club. I brought Douma and Nakime with me and that's the till receipt. Feel free to call the club, if you do not trust me" he answered, no hesitation in his voice as he pulled a small piece of paper from his wallet and handed it to you.

He knew how to lie and he did not have to think twice to do it. In his head, this was the rightest thing he could do. Why? He wanted to protect you, it was obvious, but probably the answer to the fatal question implied by that concept made his own veins shiver. Who did he want to keep you safe from?

The answer was plain and simple: from himself.

When you then grasped that piece of paper and your gaze flicked up to meet his one, he knew he had tricked you. He did not like the idea of playing with you like that, leaving you completely oblivious of his nefandous actions, but he could have not stood to see you staring at him the way you did when he had killed your father before your eyes. What if he triggered something in your mind and you remembered? What if you ran away from him?

You could not run from him.

"Oh, I see. — you said, as you read the name of the club printed on the small, creased rectangular paper — You know, I would have come with you, if you had asked me to. I totally suck at playing cards games, but I know how to behave" you reasoned, your stomach churning once again at the thought that getting involved with him was living with constant trust issues.

He was not lying now, was he? He had given you evidence of where he was and, you even had the club name as a reference, in case you wanted to check on his alibi.

He was about to take the receipt back, your hand stretched out to hand it to him, when the sound of Douma's voice rang in your ears and Muzan turned around to face him. It was right in that moment that the devil on your shoulder, whispering wicked melodies to you, began to chant his plan in your ear.

As Douma waved his hand at you, you smiled at him, but you did not listen to any word coming out of his or Muzan's mouth, for what could matter. All you were focused on was Muzan's back facing you as Douma showed him something from a tablet. It was the perfect timing. You glanced at the phone in your left hand, checking if it was mute, before swallowing down forcefully.

Do it. Check it. Prove him wrong.

Your headache was almost getting worse, as you tried to fight back the malicious intent to investigate further. What would you have done, if you somehow succeeded in solving the puzzle? This was not you, this was not your style. You were not this person, were you? Plotting a vendetta was not in your plan, just like falling in love with such a morally grey man.

But, apparently, living in a house in which the most innocent inhabitant was a stalker taking compromising pictures of people and doing wax play on his colleague's bed was affecting you.

As you glanced at the club's name alluring you to become a 'spy', you did it. Yielding to your impulse, you took a quick picture of the receipt and exhaled, after locking the screen of your phone once again. You had taken the first step in becoming a psychotic moon too. The thrill of having done something like that right under Muzan's nose felt almost exciting, almost as if you were the one in charge this time.

"No. I will personally accompany her to buy the dress for the Gala. Cancel all of my meetings for tomorrow evening" Muzan said then, snapping you out of your stream of consciousness and reminding you of the big day in which you have probably been announced as Muzan's new official flame.

As Muzan glanced back at you, his dark eyebrow up as you stared at him with the face of a toddler listening to her parents talking about her, you flashed him a thin-lipped smile and pretended nothing had happened.

Douma hummed and cocked his head to the side, his eyes locking with yours as you started to feel a little discomfort at the thought that, the last time you met him, he had witnessed to you moaning like a pornstar while riding Muzan. You needed to get out of that situation and you ended up saying the first thing that came to your mind.

"Douma, I'm glad to see your nose is no more swollen" you noted, hinting at the punch your soon to be husband had kindly delivered to him in the parking lot.

"Ah, you're so sweet, sweetheart! My nose has gone back to be pretty!" Douma beamed, winking at you, only for Muzan to dart his plum red homicidal eyes back on him in contempt.

"Leave, unless you'd like to get plastic surgery this time" Muzan flatly stated, as you felt your jaw go slack in utter shock for what he had just said.

The eerie silence swallowing the corridor made you question if Muzan really meant every word he had said. Of course, he did. He had not hesitated to punch Douma right away in tha past and he surely had done far way more deranged things to people. You did not comprehend why it was still kind of hard for you to picture him covered in someone else's blood. Maybe it was because you were catching feelings for him, or because you would have loved him to be a better man.

As Douma shrugged and turned his back at you two to leave, you sighed and nudged Muzan's ribs in irritation "Oi, was this really necessary?" you flatly asked him, furrowing your brows and grasping his hand to slap the receipt onto his palm not so gently.

Muzan towered over you, his eyes reduced to two slits now, while he closed his hand in a fist a dropped his arm down his side. His free hand reached up, grasping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, before leaning down and kissing you slowly.

Your eyes widened even so slightly, your lips moving in sync with his ones, while your body relaxed authomatically under the influence of his kiss. You had missed him, you had missed the feeling he was capable of giving you, that unhinged turmoil of emotions leaving you wide awake at night.

But as he suddenly pulled back and stared down at you with his typical stern face, you shot an interrogative glance at him, which he returned with your same question "Was this really necessary?" he inquired, making you sigh and roll your eyes.

♚

"Which Moon did this?" the raven-haired Slayer merely said, his tone barely audible as his ocean blue eyes were transfixed on the dead body of his friend. He knew their lives were in constant danger. He had seen his fair number of dead comrades to say he could have been the next one laying on the metallic table, covered by nothing but a white blanket.

However, he somehow always refused to foresee this event involving him.

He hoped this was an illusion, some terrific lucid dream, but it was real. Fox, his best friend, the boy with a peculiar scar on his cheek and those weird lavender eyes was dead. Sabito was dead. Calling him by his code name was useless. He was gone forever.

Grasping the hem of the blanket, he tugged it up over his pale face and took a few steps back, waiting for Shinobu to speak.

She stayed silent for several seconds, before taking her gloves off and tossing them in the bin "Actually, it was not a Moon. Inosuke's mother had a 'K' carved onto her cheek. It's rare for him to take matters into his hands but, when he does, he always makes sure to leave his mark" she said, her gaze flicking up over his face. His jaw was clenched, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers as he listened carefully to her.

They were all mourning. Yet, Shinobu never lost her occasion to sneakily get what she wanted. Someone would have said she was insensible, cunning and detached from the world. But how could she cry over the body of someone she never even considered her friend, when he had not even had the decency of expressing his condolences to her when Kanae had died? All because he thought she was only a snake.

"You look terrible. — she chimed then, walking up to him and reaching her hand up to stroke his cheek — Come with me. I can fix that" she said lowly.

But she was not probably ready for his reaction. His hand latched around her wrist tightly, causing her to widen her eyes in shock and wince in pain, while he glared at her "Shut the hell up. Stay away from me" he hissed, roughly pushing her away as she ended up hitting the lockers behind her with her back.

She scoffed, her eyes narrowing as she massaged the bruised area of her tiny wrist. If eyes could kill, Giyuu would have probably been dead by now. She did not have much time to say anything, or react, for he had stormed out of the morgue, slamming the door behind him.

He was dead inside, his heart pumping the blood so fast he felt his ears ringing. He could not spend another minute of that day there with the others. He dashed out of the building, his hand grasping the keys of his car in his pocket, and he only slowed down when he spotted the new recruits gathered in a small circle in the parking lot. He was not good at comforting people, he kept his distance, watching the way the Kamado silblings, Shinobu's younger sister and Zenitsu tried to provide a shoulder to cry on to Inosuke.

They were so young. He remembered the day they were announced to be the newest addition to the Corps. He would have loved to discourage them, tell them to leave and explore the limiteless possibilities life offers to the young generation. Talking, however, was not his forte. Grief, pain, mourning, fear and anger were what made people grow up.

Sabito was not inexperienced, still he had succumbed. Hopping into his car, he wondered who would have been the next among those young recruits. Thunder? Beast? They were both fragile right now. The former dealing with the betrayal of his cousin, the latter devastated by the loss of his mother. Ribbon? Flame? They were broken beyond repair but, as long as they stack together as one, nothing could truly bring them down. What about Cherry, though? Shinobu's younger sister, the pride and joy of the late Kanae, the girl esteemed to be more skilled than Shinobu. She was pretty damaged too.

But that was nonsense talk. No one facing death was ready to die. No matter how much damaged you are, when a blade is on your neck, you do not push your jugular on the edge.

Unless you do it to protect someone.

Giyuu groaned, his knuckles turning pale for the tight grip on the steering wheel as he pushed the gas pedal and drove down the street with blurry eyes. Only one name was in his mind now, one face and one smile he wished to cherish and protect for the rest of his most likely numbered days. And it was you. You were the only one he cared about.

As he stopped at a red light, he grasped his phone and texted you. He did not need to add details, pour his heart, or what was left of it, into the words. You would have understood, because you were the only person who knew him better than anyone else. You were his little hope in a desolate land crowded by monsters and shadows.

GIYUU: Meet me at the rooftop tonight.

How many nights he had spent with you, sitting on the rooftop of your old house, a blanket around you two as you rambled about the ghosts of the past and the fears of your future. Growing up, this habit did not change. He always met you on a rooftop, he always brought you your favorite blanket, but you sipped on beers on the rooftop of your new house now.

Under the same old starry sky, he needed to cry tears on your shoulders that tasted like remorses, for he had changed the shift with Sabito that night too and the dead body in that room should have been his one.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! As I have previously announced, here we are with another Chapter. The story is slowly approaching a turning point. Lot of things are yet to come. I’m sorry to break it to you, but pain, like, a lot of pain, is going to crash over those folks. Yay, I’m a sucker for angst, I’m sorry!

As per usual, likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated.

Until next,

x o x o

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akazzzaa · 6 months

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hey there. I hope you are doing well and having a nice day or night.

this is my first request made and i read some of your writings which is really cool.

Anyway, I was hoping if you can do the Hashiras (you can chose which hashira) and/or Kamaboko squad member(s) reacting to reader who is childish in a way and doesn't take things seriously in a way. Though when it comes to slaying demons/having to go to a hashira meeting, the reader becomes more serious and their tone of voice changes. Which surprises (hashira/kamaboko squad member).

Hello thank you! I'm having a good day and I hope you are too : ) Thank you for enjoying my writing!

Summary- Reactions to reader being childish then serious when the situation calls for it

Genre- Fluff

Warnings- None

Tengen Uzui

Tengen is amused by the your silliness, finding it endearing and refreshing. He appreciates your lighthearted nature and you both can be silly together. However, as he spends more time with you, he begins to see the depth and strength hidden behind your playful facade. This realization intrigues him, and he becomes increasingly drawn to your serious side. As their relationship deepens, he finds their balance of silliness and seriousness to be a perfect complement to his own personality.

Shinobu Kocho

She appreciates your ability to bring lightheartedness into such a cruel world. However, one day, during a mission, when your goofiness temporarily fades as you both face a life-threatening situation. Shinobu is pleasantly surprised by your sudden shift to a serious and determined attitude, which only deepens her admiration for your resilience and strength.

Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro Rengoku initially finds your silly antics quite amusing. He appreciates your lighthearted spirit and even shares a few chuckles and remarks. However, when your demeanor suddenly shifts to seriousness, Kyojuro is taken aback but also deeply impressed. He admires your ability to adapt and be focused when the situation demands it, and he finds your balance of playfulness and determination to be endearing. In those moments, he sees a unique strength in you that he truly respects.

Giyu Tomioka

Giyu Tomioka is initially taken aback by your silly and carefree nature, finding it hard to understand your lighthearted approach to life. He often sighs at your antics. However, one day, during a particularly dangerous mission, your sudden seriousness and determination in the face of danger surprises Giyu, making him appreciate your strength and dedication even more.

Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro Kamado finds your silliness endearing but perplexing. He admires your ability to find joy in even the most dire situations. But when you reveal your true depth and seriousness, Tanjiro is impressed by your inner strength and determination. He realizes that beneath the playful exterior, you possesses a strong sense of purpose and unwavering resolve, deepening his respect and admiration for you

Zenitsu Agatsuma

Zenitsu Agatsuma often finds himself playing along with you and you both get to have a lot of fun together. He starts to appreciate your ability to bring joy and laughter into his life when everyone and everything seems so scary and serious for him. One day, when you suddenly becomes serious and focused on a demon, Zenitsu is taken aback by your sudden determination and strength. He realizes that beneath your silly exterior, there's a hidden reservoir of courage, which inspires him to be more serious and resolute when it truly matters.

Inosuke Hashibira

Inosuke Hashibira initially finds the your silliness irritating and confusing. He often wonders why you don't take things more seriously. However, over time, he starts to appreciate your lightheartedness and realizes that it brings balance to his intense personality. Eventually, he becomes more open to your silliness and even joins in on your antics, creating a unique bond that allows both of you to express your serious and silly sides when needed.

Thank you! Hope you enjoy!

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iddybiddysquish · 2 years

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The Phone

Plot Description: What if the Kamaboko squad learnt about the fanfiction we write about them?

Fandom: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Gender: Female

Warnings: Sexual themes and mentions but nothing drastic.

Notes: Feedback is welcomed and I hope you have a good time reading!

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“Of course you’re lovable!” I cried, squishing Zenitsu’s cheeks between my hands as he whined again about being ugly and horrible, which made my heart ache, “All of you are. Why would you think anything different?” Tanjiro flushed at this, but it was Zenitsu I was still focused on.

“Look at me, (Y/N)-chan!” Zenitsu cried, making me deflate and pout.

“In my world you’re all very popular!” Zenitsu looked at me in disbelief and I knew I had a trump card here. Grinning, I watched as the cogs turned in his brain before he finally uttered a small, “Prove it!”

“Here look at my phone!” I chimed, producing the magical artefact with a small, “Ta-dah!” before waving it gently. Of course, the trio looked over at the device dumbly and with little amazement, much to my dismay.

The fact that even Inosuke wasn’t amused put quite the damper on my little surprise and I was disappointed until they finally asked what it was. However, when Tanrjio went to poke it I slapped his finger away with a small glower.

“It’s a small device we used for all sorts of everyday things, including communication!” I hummed, turning the thing on and swiping around to get the right app as the three peered over my shoulders, ooing when it lit up and mesmerised, making up for that disappointment from earlier, “I come from a different time period so you won’t see these anywhere but somehow mine survived.

“Look at all the stories I saved for my friend.” I concluded slowly. Of course Zenitsu looked at me with a raised, unamused brow as he nodded sarcastically as Tanjiro raised a brow.

“Uh huh. Very convincing.”

“Lies.” I shushed him, pressing my hand to his face and earning a glare and a slapped hand. I pouted, but he immediately focused on the device as his brows furrowed and twitched spastically when Tanjiro announced how many for each person there were as he gently and carefully scrolled down the screen as I had done earlier.

“WHY ARE THERE SO MANY WITH INOSUKE!?” he cried, making me flush.

“SHE REALLY LIKED HIM I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME!”

Inosuke, on the other hand, was having a blast at the news.

“THE DEVICE LOVES ME! MWHAHAHA!” he cackled, pinching the device from me.

“Inosuke!” Tanjiro groaned, “Give her that back- don’t break it!” As if I felt my heart stop, I turned my head to glare at him slowly before immediately tackling him, catching at least Tanjiro and Zenitsu off guard.

“If you break this thing I will. end. You.”

“(Y/N) please don’t kill him…” Tanjiro sighed as Zenitsu shrunk back.

“Scary!”

Successfully taking back control over the phone as I had a writhing Inosuke beneath me, I grabbed Inosuke’s neck and held the phone up, triumphant, especially when I realised the phone was fine. However, things quickly took a turn for the worst as Zenitsu snickered down at me, “You’ve been waiting for this moment, haven’t you, Ai-chan!

“That’s why there’s so many stories about Inosuke! You dominatrix!”

I cringed. I cringed openly and Tanjiro seemed to look at Zenitsu with just as much cringe as I did, causing him to ask why we were looking at him like that.

“You want sin?” I cackled, getting off of a fed up Inosuke, who I knew would gain control back if I didn’t get off him soon, “Let me show you the sin of my people!”

"What?" Zenitsu and Tanjiro gaped as I casually got down to business and looked up some spicy content on tumblr.

"Why is it sinful?" Inosuke begged cluelessly as Zenitsu flushed. I laughed at this, angering the great beast into potentially fighting me.

"DON'T LAUGH AT LORD INOSUKE, UNDERLING!" However I waved him away, ignoring and confusing him long enough that Tanjiro was able to put a hand on his shoulder and remind him that I can’t fight him all whilst I absentmindedly scrolled for the right fanfiction.

“Why not?!” he huffed, “She was fine earlier!”

“That was when she was upset at you!” Tanjiro argued back. Inosuke huffed.

“Well I’ll make her upset again-!”

"You'll see what I meant soon by sinful-!” I uttered into their argument, thoroughly distracting them as I beamed, “Hey, look! X readers!"

"X what?" Tanjiro muttered looking over at Zenitsu who, also clueless, shrugged.

"Could be anything." I chuckled deviously, which made the pair sweat slightly, “Though knowing (Y/N) it’s not good…”

"X readers means that the story is written to involve whomever is reading it.” I informed with my finger in the air, casually, “So instead of writing something that includes a pre-written character, it includes the reader."

"Why?" I grinned at Tanjiro's innate curiosity whilst Zenitsu seemed to look at him with a sweat drop.

"Seems stupid." Inosuke huffed. I snorted at the trio and waved them away again.

"Because maybe you want to be involved in the story. It's all about fantasy with a character or person."

"I don't like where this is going..." Zenitsu muttered as my devious grin returned and I cackled again.

"What? Don't you want to see how much you're loved and adored by the community in my world?" Zenitsu perked up at this.

"People write X readers about me?" I nodded sharply, dumbfounded by his attitude.

"Um duh, of course!" He flushed at this as Inosuke butted in, causing Zenitsu to fall to the floor, making me snort and Tanjiro glare.

"Of course they make stories about me. Look at me!"

“Shut up for once!” Zenitsu cried from the floor, causing Inosuke to huff as he looked down before kicking him in the side.

“NEVER!”

It got to the point that Tanjiro had to get involved and I sat back and watched with both amusement and bafflement at the scene. It truly was a sight to behold, and one I got the impression happened quite often.

It was only when they were relatively calm that I decided to get involved.

"So who's name should I look up first?”

"Me!" Inosuke and Zenitsu both cried making me sweat drop.

"Tanjiro it is!"

"Eh?!" He blushed, "Why me?" I grinned.

"Yeah why him?!" Inosuke growled. I merely snorted at this.

"Hey you both volunteered leaving only one person left. I need one person. Ergo I chose who was left. Had it been only one of you I'd have gone with them instead."

“You always ruin things!” Inosuke snapped at Zenitsu, who glared back.

“Me?!” before the pair could get into it again Tanjiro intervened.

“Let’s calm down, guys!” he sighed, “No hard feelings…”

“There are definitely hard feelings…” I noted as the pair’s glare intensified. However I knew the best way to break them up - some spice.

"Well according to some members of the community Tanjiro is, and I quote, 'is an absolute dom'"

"Eh?!" As if on cue the trio forgot all about the argument and their attention was back on me and my phone, enough that when I looked up I couldn’t help but laugh at their gaped expressions.

"Ohhhh specifically a 'pleasure dom'." I noted as I read further, "I can see that." I hummed in thought as Tanjiro was about ready to pass out.

"A what?" Inosuke begged with a blink as Zenitsu frowned, having already recovered.

"What does that even mean?" I frowned in thought for a moment as I attempted to coin an explanation.

"It means they're in control about pleasuring someone and that that is their main, uh, thing. They want to pleasure you until you no longer can handle it and they’re at the helm.

“A pleasure Dom, meaning dominant. Requires some experience I’d imagine, if you, uh, catch my drift.” I wiggled my eyebrows, knowing it was unnecessary but couldn’t help myself.

“NO WAY!” Zenitsu cried, “I MEAN NO OFFENCE BUT THE ONLY GIRLS HE’S SEEN IN HIS LIFE ARE HIS SISTERS AND MOTHER!” I snorted as Zenitsu had a panic attack, “WHERE DO THESE THINGS COME FROM?!” I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“A) it's a fantasy and B) you guys are aged up in these.”

“Why?” Tanjiro begged, “Isn’t the age of consent 13?” I blinked at this a few times before sighing, facepalming gently.

“...Tanjiro, you're still a small bean.” he pouted at this, making Zenitsu laugh.

“SEE?! NO WAY HE’S BEEN WITH LOTS OF WOMEN IF THIS IS HOW YOU RESPOND!” I sighed, ignoring him as Tanjiro’s pout deepened.

"Me next!" Inosuke shouted as Tanjiro attempted to collect himself, making me snort.

"Be patient!"

"No!"

"Fine you next then." I gave in making Inosuke cheer.

"Ooh ooh! I found one. You ready? 'Inosuke Hashibira was looking extra fine that day and you just couldn't help how pretty he looked.'" I snickered, "I mean that one is probably quite accurate anyway…" I concluded stoically and logically, making the pig-man flush slightly.

“SEE?!” he beamed, “I HAVE A BRILLIANT FACE!”

“YEAH YOU DO!” I cheered, giving him a high five.

Instead of getting upset, much to my surprise, Zenitsu slid over, pressing his index fingers together a small blush on his cheeks as he grinned over at me bashfully.

“Can I have one?” I couldn’t say no to that as I flushed and nodded.

“Of course…” I hummed, searching through. However I laughed loudly.

"Oh no..." Zenitsu flinched.

"'Zenitsu agatsuma has been whining since you step foot in the forest.' Ha!"

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID IT WAS ABOUT PEOPLE LOVING ME?!"

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choc0joang0 · 3 months

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🌼✨Kamaboko Squad Tickle headcanons✨🌼

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First tickle post and we start with headcanons of the Kamaboko squad (Including Kanao and Genya) because they are my babies and sweethearts ✨😻

I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day/night/afternoon

A/N: I remind you that English is not my first language, so this maybe have spelling problems

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Lee:

-His weak spots are the neck, nose, sides and hips.

-Is he ticklish? Yeah. Any point where he's attacked is going to tickle him, but if you attack those specific points you will have him screaming

-He doesn't really mind being tickled, in fact he enjoys it.

-If he trusts you enough, and is in the mood, he may ask you to tickle him.

-Light tickling definitely affects him more

-And he has a beautiful and charming laugh. It's a squeaky laugh, yes. But he's also very cute and loud in the sense that you feel blessed to hear him laugh✨

-Hearing It is like: *ascending to heaven with sparkles and sweetness*

-Regarding teasing

-Affects him? Yes, but compliments have more impact on him, he will blush so intensely that his cheeks will compete with his hair to see which is redder.

Ler:

-One of the kindest and cutest ler you will ever meet

-He lived with five siblings and he was the oldest, he clearly have the experience to be a good tickle monster

-If he wants, he can have you begging for mercy

-Will use tickling either to help someone to feel better, to calm Inosuke down, or just for fun and if he wants to play something with someone

-He is going to say compliments and make baby talk to make his lee blush

-"You have the cutest laugh I've ever heard!!", "You laugh like a little child! Adorable!!", "Not there? So how about here??"

-In the aftercare he's a mass of love and purity 💕✨

-He's going to get his lee a glass of water, he's going to ask them if they're okay, etcetera, anyways, a love of person my Tanjiro

-His favorite lees are Genya, Inosuke, Muichiro and Nezuko

Lee:

-Nezuko, like her brother, is very ticklish, but her dead spots are her belly, sides, and her ribs

-She also likes being tickled

-She is a little girl, of course she is going to have that squeaky and cute laugh that any little girl has, it runs in the family.

-Teasing doesn't affect her much, don't even try it

-What really affects her are the raspberries, if someone gives her one in her belly she will scream between laughs in a cute but strong way

-She also has a weakness for nibbles

-She prefers to be in her small form when tickled, it amuses her and it is easier for her ler to tickle her

-But she doesn't always choose revenge or getting someone back

-Unless they go a little over her limits or it's a tickle fight, in that case...

Ler:

-If you go too far with her, she will go after you.

-She definitely uses her claws to tickle

-She will also take advantage using her full demon form

-Once she was tickling Tanjiro in her full demon form, Tanjiro was screaming so loud that those who heard his screams and saw Tanjiro on the ground with his sister on top of him believed that Nezuko had lost control and was hurting him (I think I'll make a fic about this someday)

-She doesn't tease her lee's much because the muzzle was removed not long ago, but she say things like "Coochie coochie coo" or laugh along with her lee

-She makes sure that her lee is having a good time and tries not to exceed the limits of her lee

-She has a few tickle fights with Tanjiro when they are alone or when she sees that Tanjiro is very discouraged

Lee:

-Too ticklish for his own good

-Everything affects him, rough tickling, light tickling, teasing, even kisses can tickle him.

-His weak point is his entire body, but tickling his ears will drive him crazy

-He has a loud, screeching and somewhat childish laugh that makes it seem like someone is killing him

-Blushes too much and rolls up into a ball when tickled

-Although he denies that he likes tickling, he actually enjoys the attention.

-He'll say he's not ticklish, but as soon as you touch him he'll start laughing hard.

-"Wh-what?? Of-of course I'm not ti-cklish!! Hahaha! Whydidyousaythat?? WHOTOLDYOU?!?

-The teasing and compliments make him EXTREMELY blush, he competes with Tanjiro's hair

Ler:

-Probably the cruelest ler of the group

-He will use teasing to his advantage, he will also look for a way to imprison you with his arms or take advantage of any free space that exposes your dead spots

-"Not here? So, how about here?"/"What? Can't you stand a little Tick-tick-tickling~??"

-Depending on who you are and what your relationship with Zenitsu is, his tickling can be a simple game or complete torture

-It will probably go straight for your weak points

-The lightning that hit Zenitsu made him gain the ability to make his fingers vibrate, if he manages to vibrate them you can consider yourself lost

-He hasn't tickled anyone while he's unconscious, but knowing how cruel he can be when conscious, he prefers not to even find out what it would be like

Lee:

-He doesn't know what tickling is, but he says he's not ticklish, HE SAYS

-Dead spots? The entire torso, and when I say "entire", it's ENTIRE, including his back and lower back, although of course it will not tickle as much as if you attacked his sides or ribs

-At first he was the victim of many tickling attacks because he didn't even know what it was

-His laugh is strong, thunderous, but it is also very cute and silly

-He snores and snorts between laughs

-He doesn't fall for teasing, but if you flatter him and give him aftercare then you will have him totally blushing

-He covers his face 'cause he doesn't know how to react and embarrassment and nerves get the better of him

-He is the one who is in a Lee mood most often

-When he is like this he approaches someone he trusts *cough* Zenitsu, Tanjiro or Nezuko *cough* and will sit on their lap or simply ask for it

Ler:

-Tanjiro showed Inosuke what tickling is like alternative fights in which no one would get hurt

-Now he starts all the tickle fights

-He doesn't tease his lee, but he does brag about how he is better and that his lee is weaker

-He doesn't know how to measure his strength, so he ends up hurting his lee

-If he sees that they are uncomfortable he will lower his intensity a little

-If it's Tanjiro then he'll stop and hug him, feeling bad for hurting Tanjiro, but he loves him (platonically) or nah?

-He is not the cruelest ler, but he is the rudest because he only knows to do rough tickling

Lee:

-Her ribs are like an "on and off" button

-As soon as someone tickles there, any dead spots become sensitive.

-Dead spots: Ribs, sides, hands... And that's it

-She doesn't have many dead spots, but the ones it does have are VERY sensitive

-Light tickling drives her crazy

-Her laugh is initially quiet and soft, but it can become strong and somewhat thunderous

-She squeaks sometimes (When I say sometimes it is almost always)

Ler:

-When she's teasing her lee, she doesn't tease as much as Zenitsu, but her words really affect

-"What's wrong? Does it tickle? Oh, I didn't know that-continue with the tickling-"

-Her worst tool is her nails, but she will also send butterflies to "attack" her Lee when he finds them off guard

-Shinobu taught her well, so she knows how to imprison you to make sure you don't escape anytime soon.

-She is also very cute in the aftercare, she will even ask you if she didn't overdo it or if you were okay with it, also a love my baby✨

-Help calm Inosuke down using tickling

-She has a good sense of deduction, she will deduce your weak points and take all possible advantage

-In tickle fights she won't stop for anyone, she comes straight to win, and she wins

Lee:

-His dead spots are definitely his ribs, neck, hips, thighs and feet

-He's also sensitive in other parts, but mainly in those five

-He will scream when a dead spot is attacked

-Rough or light tickling, either affects him

-Teasing doesn't affect a lot, but baby talk and praise do.

-OMG that makes him totally blush, LITERALLY

-His scar is also quite ticklish

-When he is in his demonic form his entire body becomes more sensitive to touch

Ler:

-Like Nezuko, he has claws in his demonic form, which he would use to tickle

-He and Nezuko teamed up to attack the entire Kamaboko squad in their demonic forms, Genya ate a piece of Nezuko's finger, and chaos began.

-His most recurring lee are Tanjiro and Inosuke

-Do he tease his lee? Yeah. But he does it in a kind way, as if they were his little siblings

-He's going to pretend to eat his lee while he nibbles on some sensitive spot of the lee

-He's not exactly the best at aftercare, but he will rub your back or pat you to show you that he's there (oh my boy 😭✨)

-He becomes quite competitive in tickle fights, so he will take any advantage available, kind of like Kanao

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AND THAT'S IT!! That would be the first content post of mine on this account! I hope you enjoyed the headcanons, remember to take care of yourself and drink water, and I'm sorry for any errors that appear in the fic 😿

Until next time!!... If God wants... -Fade away-

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silverynight · 8 months

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ADDING ON TO MY LAST ASK ABOUT GIANT TANJIRO

How do the Uppermoons react? Like, that is a literal giant slayer. I know Muzan takes one look at Giant Tanjiro and moonwalks the fuck out of there with a single Nope. How much does Akaza want to try and fight Tanjiro while he is giant? And how long until Doma gets beaten for a remark that makes everyone uncomfortable. (Something like, "So big he could easily rip my body apart and I'd say thank you")

Daki is more than willing to find somewhere on top of Tanjiro's head to with Nezuko, Gyutaro, and Inosuke (AKA the others with sibling relationships with Tanjiro) and just yelling at everyone else that she is better then all of the others that are below. Tanjiro just thinks she is (mostly) joking around and taunting the others because she can. She is just taunting.

Everyone is fascinated by him; Akaza says something like he wants to fight him forever while looking at him with heart eyes.

The Pillars are not amused.

#demon slayer #asks #ask silverynight

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doubledgesword-2 · 2 years

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The Girl in the Grass Bully! Muzan x Reader (Modern Au)

It's been a while, I'm not taking requests at the moment until I gather enough muse to finish the ones in my inbox. In the meantime enjoy this lemongrass tea!

WARNINGS: drugging, sort of kidnapping, non con kissing ( nothing else happens)

“Who did it, hm? Who did this to you Tanjiro?”

“It��s ok, I’m alright, Y/N please”

If you don’t tell me who did this to you I will find out and after I beat them I’ll beat you. Who did this?”

Tanjiro let out a heavy sigh and you nodded sarcastically.

“Ok” you stormed off away from the group, Zenitsu holding back inosuke trying to go and fight with you.

You walked down the halls cutting through the crowds of students like a hot knife through butter. Then you spotted him. Muzan, kibutsuji Muzan. With a scoff and a growl under your breath you made your way to him and the small group of idiots he called followers.

“He tried to stand up, to me? Pl-“ he felt a light tap on his shoulder. Annoyed at the interruption he turned slightly but couldn’t even see you as your fist connected with his jaw.

Caught off guard Muzan stumbled backward. His group of friends were about to engage you and you were ready but he signaled them back.

Swiping at the red spot where he was hit, Muzan straightened up and glared at you.

You were so mad you were almost hyperventilating. Your tense and easy stance told him you wouldn’t back down just like the idiot he beat up not too long ago.

“You come near Tanjiro again, and a bruised jaw would be the least of your troubles. Do you understand?”

He raised a fine eyebrow judging your speech between stupidity or bravery. No matter the outcome he has to admit you had guts. He was the richest kid in the school and quite handsome. Everyone said yes to him even the teachers. He was by far the smartest and would beat into submission anyone who tried to rise above him. He had to be the perfect man.

“Are you deaf? I thought I just punched your jaw, or is your perfect brain still computing the words?”

He scoffed and smirked at you. “So, the brat had a girlfriend. What boyfriend lets his girl defend him”

“You don’t strike me as the smartest person in this hallway right now. I asked you a question I thought answering was what you were good at. Besides, what I am to Tanjiro is irrelevant. I could be his damn mother for all you care. Stay. Away.”

You turned to leave. “And what if I don’t?” He taunted.

You didn’t even turned just side glanced at him with your iciest glare, “Keep coming and you’ll find out.”

With that you kept walking leaving a smug Muzan behind. He was intrigued.

That was the first time you had caught his eyes directly. But no matter to him you were easy. If you were really that brats girlfriend then he wouldn’t have no trouble at all getting you all to himself like another conquest.

He huffed in amusement.

“Do you want us to take care of her?” Kokushibo asked behind Muzan.

“Let her be. I’ll take care of her myself” That was a promise.

You on the other hand went about your merry way to Tanjiro and your friends. After patching him up, you walked him and his sister to their dorm. The three of you have lived next to each other and have been childhood friends. You were there when his father sadly died, when his single mother had Nezuko and your parents helped her with everything they needed. So when he started getting bullied by a spoiled rich kid, you jumped in front of him and stood up to the guy and his group of good for nothing brats. You hated to see the amusement and gleam of sick excitement they got from beating those lesser than themselves.

Everything had been going smoothly, you had all started your first year in college and thought you were past these stupid castes and bullies. But it turns out college made it worse. You had all protected each other’s backs and those who were smaller and weaker. That is until the spoiled rich kid transferred and all hell broke loose. In front of the professors and RAs Muzan kibutsuji was the perfect gentleman, smartest student and the most diligent of all. But when the classroom doors closed, his aura shifted and he made 180 turn to his personality. With his red cold eyes and constant scowl he owned the place. Girls were always on him, left and right, but he swore he had a beautiful girlfriend, one he most certainly was cheating on with the pretty girl in his gang.

Bit by bit he started “recruiting” people to his masses, until he had a group of 7 assholes who benefited from his money and influence. Of course he was no idiot, and the people in his group were diligent and precise, not like him, but he believed they could be.

Your group of lone rangers were the only ones tough enough who could stand up to him and his goons. Not to mention the occasional upperclassman who was willing to help.

After decking his jaw, you turned a bit paranoid at the prospect of what they might do to you if they found you alone in the halls. So you all stuck together and waited for each other’s classes to be done to walk back to the dorms.

But that evening Tanjiro was called to work an extra shift on account of the person getting sick, Zenitsu had a date with Nezuko and Inosuke had to stay behind at the library with Rengoku for an extra help session with his math class.

You were alone on every front.

But you kept on an air of indifference and pure idiotic bravery as you exited the library with Inosuke’s screams in the background. You held two big tomes from your history, rolling your shoulders back in discomfort. It had been a hellish week and you were ready to lay down on your bed the minute you reached the dorms.

Your eyes saw the flicker of movement in your peripheral vision yet you kept walking as if you hadn’t seen anything at all. You reach the bus station and side glance the two guys who had been following you all this time. You had never seen them around campus and they didn’t look like Kibutsuji’s goons for friends. Still they reached the bus stop and were lingering around you. You kept a serious face, brows almost scrunched up in anger at the absurdity of the situation, while pretending you didn’t notice how one of the guys went close behind you. Your hands gripped the tomes as if they were your only lifeline.

Suddenly you felt the shift in the air as the guy made an attempt to hug you from behind. Your hand swung one tome hitting the guy in the face. You stood on the bench and kicked the other one square in the chest. Your hand swung again hitting the first guy with your remaining tome as you jumped over and ran.

You weren’t a runner but the adrenaline pumping through you was making you go faster than you had ever run before.

Your chest and side hurt from not breathing right but the footfalls behind you were a telltale of what would happen if you slowed down for even a second. Up ahead there was an nterception and as you placed one foot on the white pedestrian lights, the light turned red and the cars proceed to pass. Your hands turned to fists and you turned down another way close to the passing cars.

Suddenly there was a honk and a door opened.

“Get in” the man screamed. Your frantic eyes didn’t even glanced up to see who it was and you jumped into salvation closing the door behind you as the car sped away.

You panted and hyperventilated until a hand came down on your shoulder making you jump.

“Eeek!”

“I didn’t think I would see the day when you would look this scare” the teasing deep voice brought you back and your eyes looked up to meet two crimson orbs. Muzan.

You gasped hands reaching the door out of instinct.

“Hey, don’t be rude, I just saved your pathetic life from whatever it was you were doing back there,” His hand motioned you nonchalantly.

“Just leave me here I’ll be fine” you didn’t like the idea of sharing oxygen with the man you threatened two weeks ago.

“Why? So that you can get murdered and then the blame will fall on me? I don’t think so. I’ll drop you off at your dorm after I make sure your fine and nothing can be blamed on me. I have an image to maintain, after all. Besides whoever was running with you might know where you live. Did that ever cross your brilliantly stupid mind, hmm? You can come with me to my penthouse and after sometime I’ll drop you off.”

You had opened and closed your mouth like a gaping fish while he talked. Unable to find a flaw in his argument, you opted to stay quiet in a silent agreement. The worst thing was that his argument had the perfect amount of logic to make sense and deter you from doing anything stupid.

“Fine” you grumbled looking out the window.

“Lovely. Now don’t move and don’t speak, I can smell your sweat from here and it’s not pleasant” you turned beet red and wanted to beat him but he was holding the wheel of a moving vehicle.

After a couple of minutes you had reach his apartment complex, the place looked uninhabited from the outside but the lighted windows gave it away. Muzan led you into the lavish lobby like a gentleman insisting on holding your arm on his. The place looked straight out of a rich vintage magazine, all decorated with black marble and gold indents everywhere. Even the bellman knew him and gave him a smug look that made you scoff. You weren’t one of his conquests and couldn’t believe he didn’t correct the man.

The elevator took the two of you all the way up to his penthouse. Luxury couldn’t begin to describe the amount of wealth he had and how he displayed it. The place was big, decorated to look as expensive as it was, sparing nothing to the imagination.

Yet there were no servants around like you had been expecting. There was no one but the two of you.

“Where’s the entourage of servants willing to cater to your every need?” You had asked, tone voicing actual confusion as you sat down on his leather sofa.

He chuckled “Well as presumptuous as that sounded, I might as well satiate your stupid curiosity. I’m independent and can actually make my own food and all.” He answered sarcastically handling you a glass of water with a cynical smile.

“I see” you eyed him suspiciously but your parched throat couldn’t bear any longer and the water looked fine so you gulped it down in one sitting almost asking for more.

“Now in what pathetic little problems have you entangled yourself in to be chased like that, was it that you threatened someone else beating your boyfriend?” Muzan sat in front of you, smiling at your white knuckles gripping the glass hard.

“Actually, I was minding my own business and they were…going to grab me” you whispered the last part and with it came crashing down the weight of your exhaustion. It was now that you realized the real danger you had been in and how close you came to be a victim of whatever sick games these people were playing.

Your hand stopped gripping the glass as you set it on your lap looking at it as if it was the most interesting thing in the room.

“They tried to gr-grab me. I-I don’t know w-why- how? I-I don’t know what was going o-on” Muzan saw the shaking of your muscles and his eyes softened for a moment.

“You’re safe here” he said, the tone of his voice was the softest you had ever heard “How about you take a shower and I’ll get something started, hmm? I believe that would be the best thing to do now, what would you like?” You were flabbergasted and were doubting you had actually gotten in the car with Muzan. The Muzan Kibutsuji who had made Tanjiro’ and your’s childhood a nightmare. The Muzan who had bothered you even now in college and you were sure he had transferred just to make your life harder.

The same one who had given you a big pair of pajamas and underwear, telling you to not ask questions as he ushered you into the lavish bathroom to shower. The one that asked you what you would like to eat and was ready to prepare it.

You were pondering everything under the warm spray of water on your back.

After dressing up and patting your hair dry you walked slowly towards the kitchen, footfalls masked by the sound of the extractor.

“You did well, yes. But need I remind you I only asked you to scare her away not traumatize her… Are you telling me I’m wrong? I was quite clear with what I asked of your pathetic existence” Your blood froze and you were retreating back to the bathroom, eyes trained on the light of the kitchen.

Your back collided with a strong chest and before you could even gasp there was a pinch on your neck. You huffed, hand coming to hold the spot on your neck as you slowly turned to see a pair of rainbow eyes gleam with the kitchen light like prism rainbows. The blond gave you a small wave giggling as your eyes flickered between consciousness and limbo and your frame was tilting to the side.

“Cute” was the last thing you heard before succumbing.

Douma held your body close to his, sniffing your hair freshly washed. He couldn’t help admire your sleeping self in his arms: it was almost as if you belonged there.

“Douma” a deep voice called from the end of the hall making him look up.

‘Muzan-sama!” He replied in delight “You gave all of us the needles just in case and she had heard you…” he explained

“Douma” Muzan called once more glaring at the blond’s grip on your frame, his eyes then flickered to his rainbow ones and he softened his features “You’ve done well. Come you can share meal with me. Take her to my room.”

Douma swore he could feel the excitement in every cell of his body.

Muzan had dismissed Douma and the rest of his “friends”, who lived throughout the apartments, after dinner, wanting to be alone for dessert as he called it. He opened the double doors to his room seeing you laying down on his four poster bed, completely oblivious to his red gaze. You had changed into the outfit he had given you but he was sure he could get you to undress if he used enough of his charm. He will never know now.

Muzan straddled you taking off both your shirt and his as he lowered to your neck kissing it and sucking on the skin intentionally leaving marks. He wasn’t planning on doing anything. Just making you think you had given yourself to him willingly to have leverage over your head. The moment his lips touched your skin you squirmed a bit. Muzan continued leaving open mouthed kisses as he moved from one side of your neck to the other.

“…jiro” you quietly moaned. Muzan straightened looking down at you with a raised brow.

He lowered once more kissing and sucking on the spot.

“Tanjiro…” you moaned a little louder making him scoff an incredulous laugh. The circumstances couldn’t be better and he thanked his stars his phone was closed by.

You woke up groggily and with a pounding headache like you had slept too much. You tried to turn on your side but a pair of arms weren’t letting you. With wide eyes you attempted to jump away only landing as far as the border of the bed and letting gravity do the rest.

“You’re awake? Did I not do a proper job this time? I thought you were going to be too satisfied to wake up, isn’t that what you said, dear? you froze.

“W-what?”

“Ahh was the drink too much? I didn’t know you were a lightweight”

“What are y-you talking about? You drugged me, you-your little goon” you stood angry, pointing at him like a toddler explaining why they were right.

Muzan looked at you unimpressed and shirtless holding the covers close to his waist.

“Your blond goon drugged me and you-you planned the whole kidnapping thing, didn’t you?”

“Do you have proof?”

“I heard you in the kitchen, right before you drugged me”

“Tsk, so annoying. Make up your mind was it me or my goon?”

“You know what I mean” your eyes glinted in anger. Muzan removed the covers and stood nonchalantly “And put something on I don’t wanna see t-that” You turned away from him.

“I’m not undressed. You are” you looked down to see you were in your underwear and immediately grabbed the blanket off the bed to cover yourself.

Muzan grabbed his phone and made his way closer to you.

“Step back” you hissed.

“But I need your undivided attention to listen to my proposal?”

“P-proposal?”

“Yes. You see, you threatened me in a crowded hallway surrounded by the majority of students who worship the very ground I step on. When they saw the way you talked to me they thought they could do the same and let’s say some of them are still picking up their teeth from between the community park’s blades of grass” you shuddered, skin prickling with anxiety and fear.

“It was your fault what happened to them, but I couldn’t let that disrespect go unanswered. After all these years you and your little boy toy have always stood in my way no matter what it was I wanted.” Muzan smiled to him himself as if he were reminiscing “Back then I didn’t know what I truly wished for. But now…now I know. So here’s my proposal, I want you to be my girlfriend and distance yourself from your little group of miscreants, in exchange I won’t beat your boyfriend and his friend to an inch of their lives”

“You’re insane” you told him with clenched teeth and tears in your eyes. The grip on the blanket hardened until your knuckles were white and you could feel your nails dig into your palm through the fabric.

“What if I am, darling? What if I am? That’s not the answer. Think harder this is a yes or yes question, dear. Otherwise…” he unlocked his phone and showed it to you, red eyes smugly looking into yours as his thumb pressed play.

“…jiro” You heard yourself moan as Muzan kissed your neck. Your hand went to your mouth in shock. Tears finally sprung from your eyes rolling neatly down the apple of your cheeks.

Muzan chuckled darkly in the video laying down besides you and recording himself as well “it’s amazing what a couple of kisses would do” he then grabbed your chin pulling your face close to his as he kissed your cheek and you whimpered nuzzling him. In the video he eagerly nuzzles back and you two look like big cats.

The video paused.

“I have so many contacts in this phone but….” Muzan clicked a couple of times against the screen of the phone and then showed you once more “I think he would love to see this the most, don’t you think?”

The video was set up to be sent and the sender was none other than Tanjiro himself.

You cried silently and harder as your knees buckled and you fell to the ground. Your hands went to your neck trying to feel the hickies he had left on your skin.

Muzan stepped closer to your shaking form and kneeled in front of you. His fingers came under your chin and he lifted it to meet his eyes.

“Choose” he said firmly.

“I-I’ll…Hah, I-I’ll be your girlfriend” you had sealed the deal with trembling hands.

“Good” your heart felt squeezed but relieved “But just for good measure, I wouldn't want to send the wrong message. After all we just got together” you heard the tap against the screen. Your eyes widened as you saw the message had been sent. Muzan dropped the phone in front of you and you grasped it desperately, trying to undo the message. He stood leaving you frantic and went to the doors of the room.

“Ahh and one more thing, no one needs to know about this deal” he held one finger over his lips in a shushing motion while he smugly looked down on you.

“If anyone asks…you’re taken and I don’t share what’s mine” with that he left you in his room, a mess.

#fanfic #muzan x you #kimetsu no yaiba muzan x reader #muzan imagines #muzan x reader #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #yandere muzan #demon slayer muzan #lord muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x y/n #kny douma #tanjiro kny #tanjirou

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nataliedrawz · 1 year

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If fic requests are open can I request lee muichiro and ler tanjiro for muichiro bring rude to the other demon slayers ☺️

Have a good day ☺️

Massage Madness

A/N: :o OMG HELLO THERE!! I live love laugh for Muichiro being a mindless jerk, I absolutely loved writing this!

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The cowardly electric blonde questioned, "from what I heard, his been pretty.. mean." His expression transferred into a worried one, eyes gazing up as the red head, Tanjiro, placed a reassuring hand against his friend's shoulder, a calm, collected smile easing his worries slightly, "I promise you, Zenitsu, I'll be okay!" He chuckled slightly as the other simply huffed slightly, "Just look after Inosuke and Nezuko for me, you're in charge!" He waved off, Zenitsu straightening himself as he took on his duty.

Moments of aimlessly strolling around later, he heard the angered cries of the wind pillar, sneaking over to listen to the conversation.

"You little brat, I'm going to kill you!" Barked Sanemi, fists clenched so hard that he could almost pierce his own skin, eye's darting all over the smaller male. "I don't care who you are, but shut up, your voice annoys me." Scoffed the mist pillar, arm's crossing as he walked off, making Sanemi storm off soon after, almost leaving trails of smoke in the ground from how angry he was just than. "I see what Zenitsu means now.." sighed Tanjiro, before heading over and meeting himself to the front door of Muichiro's estate. Wearily, he knocked, hearing a muffled 'come in' come from Muichiro, so, easily, he walked in, sliding the door shut behind him, his expression dropping as he saw Muichiro sitting down infront of him, his back turned. "May I?" Asked Tanjiro, soft spoken for right now. As he earned a hum of approval, he smiled cheerily and sat beside him, giving him reassuring silence as the other slowly opened up, it seemed that he was just mostly stressed, I mean, who could blame him? He was a high rank, so he is expected to work twice, not, three time's harder at most, seeing the male just speak out his heart made him realize just how tensed up he really was, his back looked all knotted behind his haori, and his hands have been blistered after the many recent fights his had, poor guy.

"Muichiro-sama, this is only an offer, but.. would you like me to at least massage your back? I'm not the best at it but, I can assure you I'll do my best to help you relax!" Merrily cheered the red head, his smile contagious as Tokito found himself smiling the slightest, "No, thanks." He said, hissing in pain as he budged to get up. His face flushed a bit as Tanjiro chuckled a bit, "Come on, you're obviously extremely tensed! Like, look at your back, it could be mistaken for onigiri soon enough." He earned a slightly wider smile of amusement from the other, sighing in defeat, "Alright then, if you insist." He replied, unable to help but feel slightly more happier from Tanjiro's sweet demeanor.

Muichiro had laid flat on his stomach, his hands cushioning his cheek as he awaited for Tanjiro to start, "Ready?" "Ready." He replied, not expecting Tanjiro to prop himself right beside him, palms kneading gently against his lower back, smiling widely as Tokito grunted and sighed happily, his pain slowly but surely being relieved. The red head continued this for a few minutes there, switching between kneading to his knuckles then back to his palms, or even his fingertips and thumbs if they were especially tensed up. After he finished with his back, he went down to his hips, Muichiro gasping, he couldn't help but panic whenever Tanjiro fluttered his finger's passed the peculiar spot, feeling unusually tingly and giddy. Tanjiro had began to notice this and took notes, when he pressed down against his hip's to massage deep within the bones, his would thrash around non-stop, his hand covering his mouth to block out any noise he could.

No way, he couldn't possibly be..

"Ticklish?" Tanjiro smiled, Muichiro nodding, hiding his hand against his hands, covering the overflowing amount of giggles that rippled out of him. Tanjiro was about to stop incase he felt uncomfortable from him knowing such discoveries before, "D-Dohon't stop, plehease." He heard, "It feels nihihice." He mumbled, the fact he trusted him so much already made Tanjiro almost sob, "Alright then, if it gets too much, tell me when to stop, alright?" He said, earning a nod before he went to work, his thumbs kneading gentle yet deeo circles into the dips of his hips, making the other buck and squeal, curling slightly, "WahaHAit, thahat-" "Tickles? Oh, we both knew that." He giggled, earning a very giddy whine from him, his expression purely bright before he went up, squeezing against his side's, "You know, I used to tickle my siblings all the time like this, especially Takeo and Shigeru when they were feeling a little grumpy." Tanjiro smiled, relishing the sweet memories to heart, his sad yet happy memory washing away as Muichiro curled up, Tanjiro having put his left hand under his arm, and the other wiggling against each rib, making Muichiro shriek, "eheHEAH!? NahAHAh! SoHOHO BAhaD!" He began to kick his legs out slightly, trying his best to pull his hand out from under his arm whilst trying not to squirm away from him at the same time.

Muichiro almost threw Tanjiro off him after he nuzzled gently against his neck, chuckling as he left two small raspberries into the sensitive area, "OHOHOH GOOHOHODNESS! H-HEHELP!" Muichiro began to squirm more, Tanjiro smiling widely as Shinobu had opened the door, "Oh my, Tokito-san seems to be enjoying himself, no?" She smiled amusingly, Tanjiro giggling, "He technically asked me too, Shinobu!" He grinned a bit as Tokito threw his head against his chest, his body quivering as he laughed from the hands that scribbled lovingly against his neck. Shinobu smiled and looked at them, "You should get away, he looks like he'll-" Tanjiro shrieked as Tokito than flipped him onto his stomach, digging into his ribs, earning happy bursts of laughter as Tanjiro uselessly flailed, "H-HEHELP MEHEHE!" Tanjiro reached out to Shinobu, only for her to wave and close the door, left to his eternal doom.

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loveemii · 7 months

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Sweet Kisses

Inosuke x Fem

warnings: none, enjoy :)

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It was the night of the Lantern Festival at Barin Village. Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and I are all dressed in our kimono’s. We waited for Inosuke to put his on, Tanjiro went into Inosuke’s room to see what was taking forever.

Zenitsu and I have each other a semi-worried look as we heard shouting and things falling to the floor. Not long after the chaotic noises we heard, Tanjiro came out of the room looking exhausted with Inosuke next to him and a big smile plastered onto his face.

I looked down to Inosuke’s semi-exposed chest, he apparently didn’t button it the way we all had planned.

“Inosuke-”

He turned around in a circle and winked at me with that same smile smothered over his face.

“You like?”

Zenitsu’s facial expression was annoyed and somewhat angry.

“You were supposed to button it higher you idiot!!”

Inosuke was covering the top of his head with both arms while Zenitsu tried to hit Inosuke for not doing what we all asked him to.

“Zenitsu! Calm down!”

Tanjiro tried to pull Zenitsu off, I went in quick and grabbed Inosuke. Pulling him away from Zenitsu I made sure Inosuke looked good either way. Dusting and smoothing out Inosuke’s kimono I spoke to the tired and annoyed boys.

“Come on, we’re gonna be late!”

•

I can see the way Zenitsu is glaring at Inosuke with an angry expression from the corner of my eye, and Tanjiro’s hand over his shoulder while Inosuke eats cotton candy.

My gaze falls over to Inosuke and I see he was already looking at me. His smile making my lips curl up, I smile back at him. Inosuke hands me his cotton candy and I take it as it was about to fall if I didn’t take it.

“Have the rest, I know you’ve been eyeing it this entire time.”

I wasn’t looking at your cotton candy Inosuke, I was looking at you. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out, instead I just nodded and smiled awkwardly.

Eating the cotton candy we walked around more, it was now about time for the Lanters to light up the sky. We got in line, I was the last one and the boys waited for me by the shore of the village beach.

“Alright one lantern for the little lady here.”

The seller gave to me, I gave it back.

“Can you actually write something on this one?”

“Well sure! What would you like me to write?”

•

“Alright, all set.”

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke all nod, a minute or so has passed and it was time to light them and let them go into the sky.

As the man lit my lantern only I could see what was written, when he said to let it go I can see Inosuke saw what it had said.

“You weren’t looking at the cotton candy, we’re you?”

Inosuke questioned in a monotone yet intriguing tone, I nodded my head and he stepped closer to me. I can feel Zenitsu and Tanjiro watching us but also amused by the bright lit lanters.

“I want to kiss you. All the time and I-”

His tongue intertwining with mine, as he placed a hand over my waist and pulled me in closer. I gripped his buttoned down kimono and pushed us closer together than we already were.

We pulled away and I can hear the grunt in his voice as we panted out of breath. I hear Zenitsu pout somewhere next to us. Inosuke pulled me in for another kiss.

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hii i hope you enjoyed, ik i haven’t been on or writing as much as i used to but i am slowly coming back :) (thank you for all the patience)

- please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes, thank you

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low self esteem — inosuke, tanjirou, tengen

Author’s Note: started writing these as headcanons re: how they were requested, but ended up writing them as preferences. 😅 Sometimes a fanfic just writes itself the way it wants to be written, ya feel? 🤷🏻‍♀️☺️

low self esteem — inosuke, tanjirou, tengen

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,400

CW: explicit language

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi... I saw yo do emergency request... I was looking for one, my body dysphoria it's been getting pretty bad this days and tomorrow I'm going to a swimming pool and it's killing me inside, I love swimming but this is ruining it for me... So, can I have some headcanons for Inosuke and Tengen with an S/O with low self-esteem? Thank you, ILY

Suggestion Fulfilled: Can you write a tanjiro x reader fic where reader is insecure of her body hair? (Like me?🥲)

I wanna know how he reacts so bad:(((

~faqs~

Inosuke doesn’t know what’s been said or done, but he recognizes the strain in your smile, how you linger in the bathroom longer, heart squeezing when you gently brush his fingers away from your hips as he comes up behind you.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?” he grins, propping his head on your shoulder.

“Nothing,” you mutter, turning the sink on, then off, then on again.

“We brushing our teeth?” as he reaches for his toothbrush, chest pressed hot and solid against your back.

“Nope, just thinking.”

You turn off the sink, small sigh sitting heavy in your lungs.

“About how pretty you are?” he smirks, nipping at your earlobe, “Your hair smells nice.”

“At least I’ve got something going for me.”

“Hey,” frowning now, forearms strong and secure as he places his palms on the counter, body boxing you in, protective warning in his tone, “Did someone talk shit? Why’re you saying that?”

“Nobody said anything,” leaning into his embrace, eyes closing, “I’m fine.”

“You are fine!” voice loud and riled, “You are so fine! From your nice smelling hair to your gorgeous smile to your squishy cheeks to your-”

“I’m not sure your opinion counts,” you chuckle wryly, “You seem to believe I’m faultless.”

“Oh you aren’t,” Inosuke quips, fondness in his eye roll, “You can be very annoying,” ignoring your indignant huff, “But you’re definitely more wonderful than you are annoying.”

“That’s… sweet.”

“That’s the first compliment you ever gave me,” he declares proudly, “It suits both of us.”

“I guess it does,” finally wiggling around to meet his gaze, lips hesitant and light as you kiss his clavicle, “Thank you.”

“I got a kiss!” he exclaims, “A special, one-of-a-kind kiss!” the tightening of his arms your only warning before you’re lifted slightly, his joy and devotion carefully spinning you.

Maybe he doesn’t know what’s been said or done, but he does know how brightly you shine: how full his life and heart are because you’re seeped into every vein and every crevice — because you glow through his darkest tremors. I wish you knew how special your kisses are as he holds you, bathroom mirror soft with affection as you hand him his toothbrush Minty fresh or garlic bread savory, they’re my favorite part of every day.

“Yor kithes ‘re mahical,” he informs you, toothbrush in mouth, toothpaste dribbling down his chin.

“Oh?” you raise an amused eyebrow, “I’m glad you noticed,” eyes crinkling as you smile, “They’re imbued with my love for you.”

And although the moments ebb and flow, Inosuke’s reminded of how perfectly you scintillate, your brilliance glittering as it drifts warm and slow onto his skin. Special, one-of-a-kind, magical indeed.

“I love your thighs,” Tanjirou grins, muscular frame spooning your legs, adoring eyes peering up at you.

“You’re gonna suffocate down there,” teasingly lowering the blankets till you can barely see him, “Taaanjiiirooou?” letting go of the blankets, “Where did you gooo?”

Cool fingers stroke your shins as he sprinkles your kneecaps with kisses, lump squirming happily when you scratch at his head, I could stay like this forever warm in your hearts.

“You’re so cozy!” he declares, affection audible even through the layers of blankets, “So fuzzy!” nuzzling at your calf.

Uh oh he winces as your legs jolt upward, force clipping the tip of his nose, eyes watering as he quickly resurfaces.

“Did that tickle?” his brow furrows, taking in your suddenly scrunched position, “I didn’t mean to!”

“Didn’t tickle,” you murmur, avoiding his gaze, cheeks burning as you swath yourself, forehead barely visible.

“Why’re you hiding from me?” amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, “You know I didn’t mean to tickle you, and I won’t do it again… unless you want me to?” eyes sparkling as he winks at you.

Instead of your typical quip or declaration of Tickle war!, your body curls further into itself, Tanjirou’s gut clenching at the sour tinge of frustration and shame encroaching on your usual soft scent.

“You know being cozy is a compliment, right?” he asks carefully, “You’re home and heaven to me,” voice quiet, “I can let my guard down when we’re together. We take care of each other.”

“I know,” you mumble, “I don’t mind being cozy.”

So then why… “What did I say?” not accusing or angry, but gently worried, “How did I hurt you?”

Relief filling his chest when you uncurl a sliver, anxious hands reaching for his—which he happily provides—his skin indented with tiny crescents as you grip firmly.

“I’m… fuzzy?” breaths shallow, tone higher than normal, “What does that mean? Is that okay? Should I go shave? I didn’t think it mattered since I didn’t go anywhere today, but I guess I wasn’t considering your preference,” kicking away the blankets, “Give me five minutes. I’ll shave, and then maybe we could continue-”

“I love you,” Tanjirou interrupts roughly, throat tight at the fear in your stare, “Your body hair is beautiful. Fuzzy is never bad. It’s inviting. Huggable. Sometimes it tickles a little, and sometimes it itches, and I love it. It’s absolutely okay. If you feel like shaving, then shave. If you don’t feel like shaving, then don’t. Where you’re going or what you’re doing doesn’t matter: what matters is how secure and safe you feel — how much you feel like you. My preference? I appreciate you showering every so often,” cracking a wry smile, “But beyond that? I just prefer you,” raising your knuckles to his lips, kissing delicately, “Now do you want to shave, or continue cuddling? Either way, I’m here for you.”

“What on earth?”

“Tengen, don’t give me attitude.”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions!”

You’d smack his bicep if you weren’t so curious and eager for his answer, quiet fear simmering in your stomach, eyes narrowed in what you hope comes across as sly or playful.

“You’re not fooling anyone, least of all yourself,” he sighs, gentle stare bypassing your act in an instant.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter, mouth pursed, eyes closing tightly.

“Are you going to cry?”

“You can be really insensitive,” you huff, wiping harshly at your face, “I mean, look at you!”

“I’m a man of muscle and flashiness. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” you snort, gesturing wildly at his hair, his torso, his legs, “You’re tall and handsome and charming and-”

“And I choose to love you,” hands catching your wrists, tenderly tucking your hands into his sternum, “There is no competition between us. If I’m enough for you, then I trust in you. Do you not trust in me?”

Swallowing thickly, you exhale loudly, frustration building in your voice, “That- That isn’t the point! Of course you’re enough for me! You’re YOU!”

“I think that’s exactly the point,” as he steps closer to you, “How do you think you’re enough for me?” breath blowing warm on your hair, “By not being you?”

“Stop speaking in riddles! I DON’T KNOW. I don’t know how I’m enough for you. Maybe you’re so damn generous that you-”

“I do not pity you,” tone warningly sharp, “I admire you. I appreciate you. I’m in awe of you. And I don’t understand how on earth you could believe otherwise. Do you ignore the bathroom mirror every day? Do my compliments go in one ear and out the other?” urgency digging into your skin, “Does my gratitude mean so little to you?”

Stifling a sob, you shove yourself into Tengen, arms locked around his waist, expression buried in his chest, bitterness coating your tongue. You don’t understand bouncing hollow through your skull; I understand echoing inaudible through his own.

“I apologize for being insensitive,” he murmurs slowly, palms steadying and calm against your back, “I’m sure I upset you whenever I say I’m going to hell, just as I feel upset that I haven’t adequately assured you of my affection toward you — that I haven’t provided the same security that I feel with you, for you,” thumb reaching up to smudge a teardrop as you pull away slightly, “I feel disappointed in myself. Of course, confidence develops most sincerely from within, but I doubt my attitude has helped,” sheepish smile gracing his lips, “I want to build you up. I want you to build yourself up. I want you to feel as loved by me as I do by you.”

“I want that too,” you whisper softly, “It’s so difficult though.”

“And that’s okay,” he chuckles fondly, pecking your nose, “As your muscly, flashy man, I’m more than happy to lift what I can for you, and to cheer you on through whatever I can’t.”

#preferences #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #modern au #hashibira inosuke #inosuke x reader #demon slayer kamado tanjirou #tanjiro x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader

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demonslayedher · 1 year

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Things that went through my head in this episode:

--My cheeks hurt from giggling. Given how much I love these boys now, I cannot help but laugh at the dynamics of their raw character traits playing off of each other.

--But, on my first watch, I was like, "wow, the tone of this show sure has changed a lot... hmm."

--So compare to the raw struggle between Inosuke and Zenitsu in the previous episode, here we get Tanjiro as hot in the fight as Inosuke is, and this shows off Inosuke's unique abilities and strengths better than the Beast Breath display we got a couple episodes ago. The martial artist in me cheers with this fight, especially that redirect Tanjiro does against one of Inosuke's punches.

--Nowdays, I laugh at Inosuke breaking the fight just to show off how bendy he is. It is so stupid, though, that on my first watch I wasn't amused. Although I believe now that Inosuke is the secret sauce to KnY's sweeping success, at the time, I was not prepared for that level of shallowness and stupidity. Later in the episode when he declares how he only joy in life is comparing his strength to others, I was outright disappointed in how simplistic of a character was going to derail what felt like a good story going on. But!!

--Therein lies the joy in following Inosuke's character, isn't it? He gradually learns to find more joy in life, to be open and curious, and later, to be vulnerable. In that way, his arc is even a little like Kanao's, in which, by being more emotionally vulnerable and exploring more of what he might care about, he grows deeper and deeper as a character. He discovers himself, and we get the joy of discovering that with him.

--This of course makes him excessively self-reflective Zenitsu's opposite, and it means Tanjiro takes to Inosuke in an opposite way, too--even in the midst of a fight, Tanjiro yells at him to stop pushing himself while he's in pain, to consider his own future. Tanjiro has to be the voice of fear which Inosuke doesn't have. Likewise, that voice of self-preservation and self-care comes out in Tanjiro being so tender and delicate towards this stupid boar--telling him to rest and let him eat his fill, and feeling sad for him not to have grown up with any social connections.

--And anyway, Zenitsu twice hides behind Teruko to protect him. Any sister of Shoichi must be strong. --These children are so done. --But not too done for Teruko to find Tanjiro's forehead amazing and what to touch it (an anime addition).

--Let the record stand, there were at least eight dead people. Kyogai has been trying really hard to eat, ok, Muzan????

--Let the record stand, within hours of this iconic trio being arranged, Tanjiro has knocked the lights out of both Inosuke and Zenitsu to get them to behave.

--I love these boys together so much now, they really are so funny, and the comedic timing kills me. It's just one thing after another now that they have peace and quiet and calm--they have just up and forgotten the fight they were embroiled in (and on first watch, I could not believe Inosuke just forgot about the demon in the box), but now they're yelling at each other in the forest, Tanjiro's yelling at Zenitsu and Inosuke for their rudeness around their hostess, they're just hanging out and eating together and Inosuke tries to provoke Tanjiro and gets frustrated when it backfires, Inosuke throwing the pillow in Zenitsu's face--this was the perfect time to introduce the scene changes with the drums and silly faces. Also, I didn't see any of these moments coming on a first watch, they are so chaotic and unpredictable with each other.

--On this note, please appreciate what I had for lunch today:

--To add more to the silliness of this episode, that silly BGM is a violin cover of "The Song of Kamado Tanjiro." Amazing.

--I also find it silly how they stick out like sore thumbs in this Wisteria mansion. It is, indeed, a mansion--you can tell not only the number of rooms and their generous sizes, but by the size of the pond in the garden, and the manicuring of the trees. There's lovely artwork hanging in the alcove, that's a very nice spread of tempura. Hisa-san should be the posterchild (poster-obaasan?) for Japanese omotenashi ("hospitality," but Japan really wants you know the word omotenashi to differentiate their style of service, like anticipating the needs of your guests before they have to be bothered to ask). You're doing your whole country a great service, Hisa-san.

--And freaking out Zenitsu in the process, clearly he has never had the luxury of being a guest in such a fine establishment, though I'll bet he probably got some of his debt trying to treat his ex-girlfriends to fancy restaurants (and, according to the first fanbook, one of the girls he dated was a maiko, so she'd know plenty about proper hospitality, and another was the daughter of a tea house, so she'd have known too. Doesn't mean they were fine young ladies for how they used him, though). Tanjiro, even if he hasn't stayed in a place this fancy, probably doesn't have trouble adjusting because he understands the heart behind the manners, and Inosuke... well. He's a fish out of water, a boar out of the forest, but I love how this doesn't make him uncomfortable in the slightest.

--My favorite part of this episode, a part which lives in my mind rent free and plays itself like a song stuck in my head, is the part where they are lying perfectly still in bed and Zenitsu tells Inosuke to apologize and Inosuke refuses.

--Just... after all that, AFTER ALL THAT, they have this perfectly still, perfectly timed exchange. What a good choice on the part of Ufotable, taking was what a shouting match panel in the manga and putting it into this form instead.

--And then we got Zenitsu's first glimpse of his future bride, and the moment is ruined by Zenitsu having A Moment(TM), and I, on my first watch, was putting him back on my "nope, annoying" list with Inosuke. They are... both a bit much. However, my observation on this rewatch now, being the sort of fan I am, is that having them do anything less at any of these moments just wouldn't be in-character for them.

#kny rewatch #my art #agatsuma zenitsu #kamado tanjiro #kamado tanjirou #hashibira inosuke

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHINAZUGAWA GENYA!!!!!!!

Inosuke could only stare.

He could only stare at what he had dared to call his friend.

Genya Shinazugawa was his first friend in the corps, the first person to look at him, the first person to make an effort to be his friend. Tears threatened to come out of his emerald eyes, but he wouldn’t give the satisfaction of successfully making him sad.

“I know it looks weird, and you're probably about to curse my mother's grave or something, but let me explain-”

How dare he?

How dare he act so nonchalant about this entire situation?

How dare he act so normal?

“What’s there to explain? You’re a demon. Probably a spy for Ubuyashiki or something. Was your goal to get close to Douma-san so you could kill him?”

So much venom was laced into the words spat out. Inosuke won’t deny that he felt a bit good when he saw Genya wince.

It was a laughable situation, really. How had he not noticed? Now that Inosuke looked back, he could see the small things Genya did that made him a demon.

Genya never went out in the sun. Whenever Inosuke saw him, it was either indoors or at night. He also never ate food. Zenitsu would sometimes bring it up whenever they talked. Probably the most notable difference was that Genya never came to the Lotus Mansion to heal. He came to visit Inosuke. And Inosuke had never seen the man hurt.

A sharp cackle was heard. It took Inosuke a moment to realize that it came from him. He relished in delight when Genya winced again.

“I’m so stupid! How could I not have noticed? You’re clever, you know that? Managed to gain my trust so what’s stopping you from gaining Gyutaro-nii’s trust?

More cackling. It wasn’t a pleasant sound, and Inosuke was surprised he managed to get it out of his throat. Damn, his throat would definitely hurt later.

“If I was a bad demon, wouldn’t I have already eaten you?”

What?

Could Genya somehow be like Tanjiro?

Inosuke quickly put that thought out of his head. There was no way. Tanjiro had a muzzle, and Genya had nothing on him. Tanjiro had… Wait. Actually, there were no differences between Tanjiro and Genya when it came to being a demon. Genya had been around human blood before, and he didn’t even flinch.

He took the needle off the shelf. The sharp metal exited his skin as abruptly as he put it in. The blood leaked out of the wound and fell to the floor.

Genya only stared.

He only stared at the blood on the floor.

“Now do you believe me? I had no intention of going after Douma-sama or Gyutaro-sama. My goal is just like the rest of them. To defeat the demon king.”

Inosuke gawked. Genya had just refused blood. He not only did that, but he didn’t even react to the blood.

Genya got up and taped his arm. Inosuke could see him grimacing at the blood. He’s always had a question for demons but they’d always been too bloodthirsty to answer.

“What’s it like to be a demon?”

Shit.

He didn’t mean to say that out loud.

He saw Genya stiffen at the question. Inosuke could admit that it was a little amusing to see his headstrong, snarky, little shit of a friend so tense and shy, but he figured that it wasn’t the time to be thinking about that.

“When I was in Ubuyashiki’s control I always had a thirst for blood. It was like an itch you could never scratch. When I ran into Tamayo-san and got out of his control, I felt content.”

Content?

“The fuck does that mean?”

A smile came upon Genya’s lips. Inosuke was quick to hit him on the arm with the lines of “Bitch don’t give me a smile!”

“It means I felt satisfied. I finally scratched that itch.”

Inosuke was okay with that response. He sat back in his chair, sinking into the soft silk.

“Do you remember anything about your human life?”

A wave of fondness passed over Genya’s face, but it left as quickly as it came.

“No.”

It was a blatant lie, but Inosuke wasn’t about to push it. If Genya wanted to keep secrets, let him.

“So who’s Tamayo?”

“Long story.”

“I got nothing but time.”

He lied.

Genya groaned into his futon.

It technically wasn’t a total lie; Genya didn’t remember a lot of stuff from being a human. There was just this one memory that bugged him 24/7. He could never make sense of it. He never recognized the people in the dream. Who the fuck was Nemi, and why did he keep haunting him?

The young boy's clothing had been covered in mud. Townspeople berated him for looking dirty. The poor boy had just wanted some food. The boy sighed and walked down the streets in sight of something edible. More people kicked him along the way, calling him a filthy animal. White covered his eyes as he was put in a warm embrace.

“Nemi!”

Nemi gave the boy a big smile. Even his clothes were dirty, yet he still had a bright smile that could light up anybody's day.

“Heya Gen! Did you look at the date? It’s your birthday!”

The boy- now known as Gen took a step back. His birthday had never been associated with anything good. It was just another day for Gen to get beat up until he couldn't move. Nemi frowned, noticing the drop in Gen’s mood.

“It’s okay Gen, dad’s no longer here.”

Ah. It all made sense now.

The kanji of Uppermoon Two burned holes into Genya’s back.

“I give you immortality and this is what you do! You tell the damn slayers where the Ryūgū-jō is?”

All of Genya’s life he wondered who that boy was. Now that he was here, it all made sense.

“Long time no see, Nemi.”

Ryūgū-jō = Dragon palace castle

Uncle Iguro runs it.

#demon slayer #kny #genya shinazugawa #sanemi shinaguzawa #inosuke hashibira #Happy birthday shinazugawa Genya #fanfiction #fanfic #swap au #demon slayer swap au

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Two Worlds Collided & They Could Never Tear Us Apart

Chapter 12: The Weeks of Hell Part 2

You finally begin your Japanese lessons with Uzui, and you continue to go through hell as you try to learn the new language. Do you have what it takes to push through? It's difficult but you'll have to give it your all if you want to find the answers you seek and continue to stay by your friends' sides.

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You start your lessons with Uzui in a few more days and you're getting pretty excited to finally be able to learn and start talking with people. You know it won't be easy, but you're determined to stick with it, as you know that some of the answers you seek will only be revealed to you once you can understand the language.

Someone, somewhere, had to know something and you needed to find them and be able to speak with them.

That was the main goal, but it certainly would be nice to understand and communicate with your friends as well. You and the guys have gotten pretty good at reading facial expressions and body language, but there are times where you wished you could just... use words. You definitely wanted to tell Inosuke off for trying to steal your food all the time. Last week he tried taking that one sweet treat you like, and you totally blame your period for what happened to him, as he might have a little bite mark on his hand now... and he might have flipped out and tried to wrestle you until Zenitsu came in.

Speaking of which, you also wanted to ask Zenitsu to give you some space—he shows up everywhere! You're starting to think he has super hearing with the way he seems to appear any time you even breathe wrong. You appreciated his concern for you, but you were capable of taking care of yourself and wanted to handle things on your own. You couldn't and didn't want to rely on others for everything.

As for Tanjiro, well... he hasn't really done anything. You would just like to talk to him, as you feel like it would be nice to chat about any and everything together. He seemed like someone you could have those deep, and even silly, kind of conversations with. And since that night Nezuko visited you, she's been showing up to spend more time with you.

It was during those moments that you really wanted to talk.

The quietness didn't bother you... but it would be nice to connect with everyone by being able to voice your thoughts and feelings to them. You aren't alone, but you still feel like you are at times, and it was a little depressing. Luckily, Mitsuri has been taking some time to visit you more as well and you really appreciated her company. She was the only one you could truly talk to right now besides Uzui. She was like a big sister in a way as she doted on you, bringing you lots of food, pinching your cheeks, and hugging you at any given moment.

It threw you off at first but you quickly got used to it, as she wasn't too overbearing in her affections. It was actually nice... you felt accepted and wanted, not like some stranger or burden to be taken care of.

"Mitsuri, can you teach me how to say something?"

She looks up from her bowl, slurping up a noodle and grins. "I can try! What is it?"

"How do I say, 'Let go, that's mine!'?"

"Tebanashite, sore wa watashi no monodesu!" She exclaims in amusement, then purses her lips and tilts her head. "May I ask why?"

"Well... my friend is stubborn and keeps trying to steal my food, especially this one sweet treat that's round and on a stick! Anyways, I just want to tell him to back off. But uhhh, I don't think I can remember all that..."

"Ohhh, I see," she giggles. "Then, 'Tebanasu!' should be fine."

"Te-ban-osu!"

She full on laughs and shakes her head, enunciating it more clearly. "Te-ban-asu! Tebanasu!"

"Te-ban-asu!?"

"Hai!"

Your face scrunches up at the new word. "Hai?"

"Ah, I mean.. yes!"

"Oh, that means yes?"

She giggles again and nods. "Hai!"

"That seems easy to remember! Why can't you just teach me? I don't wanna wait for Uzui anymore..."

"I wish I could, but... hmmm, I have a lot to learn too. Tengen is a better sensei— errr, teacher!"

"Well, you've done a great job so far, but I understand." You hum and smile briefly, your expression falling more serious. "So, I've been wondering... do you think it's possible for me to join the demon slayers?"

"Hmm?"

"I've been thinking about it for a while," you look her in the eye and sigh, "I've only been here for a short time and have gotten hurt, even almost died, if not for the help of my friends. But I don't want to rely on them... or anyone, really, to keep me safe when I could do it myself. I want to be useful and help others... not be a burden."

She slowly nods as she takes in your words. "I see..."

"... so, can I join?"

"I would love to fight by your side," she says, leaning over to clasp a hand with yours, "but... I can not say."

"Who can, then? I know it won't be easy but I'm willing to give it my all!"

"You have a strong heart," she smiles gently, "And you are not a burden. I will speak about this but please do not be saddened if they refuse..."

You smile back, your hope flaring. You knew you shouldn't get your hopes up, you were just a normal girl after all, but you felt like it was the right thing to do. You knew nothing about this place, where you came from, who you really are, or how to fight. But you wanted to know, to learn and grow, fight beside your friends and find the answers to all your questions. You weren't entirely sure you could do much but you were going to try your best. If you are allowed to join and you end up dying, at least it would be for the greater good. You don't want to sit around while everyone else fights and protects others, you also want to make a difference, no matter how small.

☽☼☾☽☼☾☽☼☾

Zenitsu pouts, chin resting in his hand as stares off into space, drawing in a deep breath and releasing it in a big huff. Tanjiro can smell the dejection, his sensitive nose scrunching at the almost sour scent.

"Do you think Y/n-chan hates me?"

Tanjiro's brow furrows. "No, why do you ask?"

"I feel like she's been avoiding me lately..."

"Well... you have been following her around a lot. Maybe she just needs some space?"

"Yeah, you're right... but it's so hard!" Zenitsu whines, slumping over.

Tanjiro gives him a light pat on the shoulder. Ever since that night he was there to witness you and Nezuko bonding over braiding each other's hair, and the three of you all sat in silence to watch the stars, something had changed but he couldn't quite put a finger on it. He's always liked spending time with you, however, he found himself seeking out your company a little more often, whether Nezuko tagged a long or not. It was quiet and peaceful, the atmosphere light and comforting whenever you would hang out. It was a nice change from the stress and worries that life threw at everyone.

So, he understood how Zenitsu felt in a way.

"Quit your moping," Inosuke grumbles from nearby, focused on sorting through a collection of acorns he's gathered recently.

Zenitsu ignores him, a long, drawn out and miserable sounding sigh escaping him. He rolls over and sighs again, wanting desperately to be by your side more, but knowing Tanjiro was right and he should lay off. He really didn't want to mess things up, and he's worried he already has, since now whenever you see him you slightly tense up and try to subtly change course. But he definitely noticed, even though you tried to not make it obvious. He caught on after a while that you were indeed avoiding him, and it hurt a little, but he was glad to observe that he wasn't the only one you seemed to be avoiding.

He's noticed that you also avoid Inosuke—especially around meal times—you looked a little tense and defensive and it was no wonder why. The boar-ish man was a glutton. He wasn't too sure about Tanjiro though, which bugged him more than he liked. He was extremely nosy and wanted to know if you also avoided him like you did with them. He could easily hear things, but he never heard much that would set him off to any suspicions, but he didn't want to invade people's privacy, so he really tried not to listen to things that were none of his business anyways.

But he would be lying if he said he didn't want to eavesdrop.. just a little. The mystery and uncertainty is almost too much!

"Do you think she likes the flowers," he asks with some insecurity, "or should I stop doing that? As far as I know, she hasn't said anything about them..."

Tanjiro isn't sure how to answer. He doesn't know. He's spotted you in the garden a couple times, so it's safe to assume you do like flowers and other plants in general, but did you like receiving them? And did you know who was giving them to you? He told Mitsuri to tell you that it was Zenitsu and Inosuke who had picked the flowers and gotten you food when you started your period, giving credit where it was due, and you were pleased by the kind gestures. It wasn't specified who had done what, but it seemed obvious who had done which.

The flowers were Zenitsu's idea and Inosuke came across Mitsuri and told her you apparently needed help because of "womanly issues" then went straight for the kitchen to grab himself food like he originally planned on doing. He quickly ate and was heading back out before he paused and snatched another plate of food, bringing it back to your room where Tanjiro and Zenitsu were already waiting. He could only assume that the pink-haired lady had come and taken you away, since you weren't in there anymore.

And he was right, as you came back with the woman only a minute later.

Inosuke doesn't exactly know why he brought the food, because if you were hungry surely you would've gotten it yourself, when you wanted it. It was a split second decision he made for no other reason than he simply felt like it. Maybe it was to see your reaction? Would you hate it because you weren't hungry, or it wasn't the kind of food you liked, as he just grabbed whatever was laying out and didn't put much thought into whether you'd actually like the food or not? Or would you like it?

He doesn't know why but he wanted to see if you would get mad for whatever reason and try to fight him, or if you'd accept it and possibly praise him? Either way, he was pretty curious and found himself watching your reaction from under his mask carefully. Anyways, Tanjiro told Mitsuri that Zenitsu and Inosuke had brought you the flowers and food, but didn't specify who had done what. You were happy and thankful for the gifts, and that's all that mattered, right?

Well, it apparently mattered to Zenitsu now.

"Does she know they're from you? It wasn't specified, but she at least knows it was one of you."

Zenitsu looks up in thought for a moment. "Umm, I think so?"

"Well, do you want her to know they're from you, if she doesn't already know?"

"Y-Yes, of course! I think... ahhh, I don't know! What if she doesn't know and when she finds out it's me.. she'll hate them?!"

"I don't think—"

"And what if she thinks it's someone else and she falls in love with them instead?!"

Insosuke growls in irritation and whirls around, not able to ignore Zenitsu anymore. "Why does it matter?! Who cares if she knows if it's from you or not?! And didn't you listen, she knows it was one of us, so there's no way she thinks it's anyone else. The only people she could possibly fall in love with for giving her flowers is you or me."

"I know that, I'm just freaking out because I want her to like me back! If she doesn't like me, I think I might actually die..."

"Quit being a dramatic baby! If she doesn't like you, then move on and find someone else to give flowers to!"

"Easy for you to say, you don't like anyone, or anything! I can't just MOVE ON! You don't get it..."

"Nah, I just don't like you," Inosuke says matter of fact, voice monotone.

"Well, no one likes you," Zenitsu quickly quips back.

Tanjiro cuts in, giving them small glares. "Hey, be nice you guys! We're all friends, right? We should be able to talk to each other without fighting."

Inosuke leans his head back in a bored manner. "Can you tell him to shut his trap, then? His blubbering is giving me a real headache..."

"And can you politely tell Inosuke that his stupid mask gives me the creeps and to throw it away!?"

"Guys—"

"What!? Like hell I will!"

"It's an old, gross pig head! Just get rid of it!"

"No!"

"See, you can't let go of something either!"

"What?! It's totally different!"

"How so?! Do you not like it?! Is it precious to you?!"

"No..! Yes..! I mean— ughhh!"

"How do you not know?! You have feelings too, right? Then you should know how you feel! Are you emotionally constipated or something?!"

"AAAARGH!!"

That's the only warning Zenitsu gets before Inosuke is charging at him and they run around the room yelling at each other. Tanjiro stays seated, deadpan expression, even as they knock some things over and mess up their room.

"Can't you go five minutes without trying to fight anyone?!"

"Can't you go five minutes without whining and chasing a girl around who obviously wants nothing to do with you!?"

"You're one to talk!" Zenitsu yells, heaving as he points at him. "She avoids you too, so you're no better!"

"No she doesn't!"

"She does! You always try to steal her food and just grab her!"

"That's not even the same! Yours is way worse!"

It takes ten whole minutes of them running and fighting until things finally start to settle down. Tanjiro slowly stands up once they catch their breaths and smiles at them, but it's strained and doesn't reach his eyes. Their eyes widen slightly, it always freaked them out when he got like this. They stay quiet and listen carefully as he orders them to tidy the room back up, still smiling as he stares them down, before he calmly walks out of the room.

Once he leaves Zenitsu deflates and lets all of the air out of his lungs, groaning in relief that Tanjiro didn't give them a worse punishment, while Inosuke wordlessly stands there. They look at each other briefly before they get to work and begrudgingly fix everything together, huffing and puffing, glaring daggers from the corner of their eyes.

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Mitsuri hums a little tune as she makes her way around the mansion, a little hop in her steps. She isn't really thinking about anything until she hears a voice booming from nearby, her stride coming to a stand still as she registers the voice and beams. Oh, perfect! She resumes her pace and follows the sound of a loud, 'tasty!', thrown into the air until she finds the owner of the voice.

"Hmm, tasty!"

She giggles softly and walks closer, eyes crinkling in amusement at the fiery man's exclamation of the food he was currently eating. He was always appreciative of good food and almost deemed it necessary to let it be known, which she found silly but also cute in a way. She loved seeing others happy and found it even more amusing when a person like him, who you may look at first glance and believe to be extremely serious or intimidating, actually had different aspects about them.

Who would've thought a man like Rengoku, with sharp eyes and a powerful aura, would be grinning from ear to ear, humming and shouting praise about a meal like a child? She certainly didn't think so when she first met him, she was unsure, but after getting to know him more she's come to realize he wasn't scary at all. Besides Shinobu, he was one of the only other Hashira she felt she could speak with more easily.

There was also Obanai... but she still got a little flittering feeling whenever she was around him.

She shakes her head, getting rid of the thoughts, she sought Kyojuro out for a reason as soon as she heard him. "Ooh, that does look yummy," she says, peeking over his shoulder.

He turns to her, chewing the last piece in his mouth before quickly swallowing and grinning. "Ah, indeed it is!"

"Great! I'll leave you to enjoy your meal, but first, I have a quick question.. if you don't mind?"

"Not at all!" He smiles, setting his bowl down so he can give her his full attention.

"Well, I just spoke with Y/n.. and she asked me something that I'm afraid I could not answer..."

"Is that so? What was it?"

Mitsuri purses her lips and wrings her hands together. "She... wants to join us, and I believe in her! But... the others and Master may not feel the same or allow it..."

"That is true. They may not, so then tell me, why do you believe in her?"

She looks him in the eye, brow furrowing as she speaks. "Because.. she has a strong heart! Just like you and the others... I can feel it. She wants to help—to get stronger—so I believe she should be able to join us and fight by our sides! She does not want to rely on others and wants to take action. I just know that she's extremely brave and determined!"

"I see," he says thoughtfully, nodding his head along. "If that is the way you feel, then I shall also believe in her!"

Her mouth gapes open and she clasps her hands to her chest. "R-Really?!"

"Of course! I do not take you for someone to say such things so lightly, if you do not mean them . So, that means what you've said just now is truthful and a decision that you believe to be right. You are also strong, you're here for a reason because of your skills and decisions," he remarks. "Therefore, if you think someone else is capable of doing a good job and trying their hardest, then I have no reason to object!"

Her chins wobbles a little as tears try to form along her lash line, a hand flying up to cover a bashful smile. "Oh, thank you! Yes, I really mean it and believe we should let her train and join the corps. I don't know how but I can just feel it, she will be a valuable member and bring us one step closer to achieving all our dreams."

"Then it shall be done," he laughs heartily.

She squeals in delight, then pauses. "Oh, but the others and Master..."

"Worry not! I will request to take her under my wing and make sure she becomes a fine swordsman!"

"Wonderful! This is so wonderful, oh, she'll be so happy to hear! I really do hope Master and the others will accept her..."

"We've accepted a demon girl into the grounds, so it seems anything is possible," he muses.

Mitsuri grins and bows as she leaves and he finally finishes his bowl of food with a satisfied hum. He cleans up after himself then heads out towards the headquarters, set on his new mission of finding the Master to request training you as one of them. When Kocho first told them about you, he was curious and wanted to help, but since you were foreign and neither of you spoke the same language, the notion was quickly squashed as he had nothing substantial to offer with your situation. Mitsuri and Tengen could help though, seeing as they could at least speak with you, and he was glad that they could assist you.

But he admits, he was a little... disheartened to realize he wouldn't be able to aid in this situation. He takes pride in being of service to others and making the world a better place, whether it be by slaying demons, or even simple tasks with helping other people. He's done many different things but this was very new and sort of exciting—it's not every day you meet a foreigner who's lost their memory.

He had accepted the fact he would be of no use and would continue his regular slaying duties, however, it seems that fate had other plans.

You wanted to join them, to become a demon slayer and fight by their sides.

It would be extremely difficult. Injury and death are very high possibilities. All he knows of you, is what he's been told, and it wasn't much. He doesn't doubt Mitsuri's claims but he would like to see for himself if you have what it takes. He exits the mansion, walking through the front courtyard and makes his way past the gate. He should reach the headquarters within fifteen to twenty minutes at the pace he's going, and just as he thought, he makes it within that time frame and immediately seeks out the Master. He comes to the main building where he finds Master Ubuyashiki sitting on the engawa, his eyes are closed and he has a serene look about him as he takes in slow, deep breaths. A gust of wind weaves between them and the Master opens his eyes, staring straight ahead.

"Good afternoon," Ubuyashiki greets, a small smile forming on his lips. "It is a lovely day, is it not?"

"Greetings, Master. Yes, it is a very fine day! I am glad to see you enjoying the weather."

"Mhm, indeed. Now then, tell me, what brings you here my child?"

"I've come to make a request of great importance," Kyojuro states, his voice low, and Ubuyashiki nods once so he continues. "Master, I ask that you consider allowing me to take the girl known as Y/n, to teach her to become a swordsman, and join the ranks as a fellow comrade of the demon slayers."

"You wish to train the girl? May I ask what has inspired this request?"

"Yes," Kyojuro affirms, "it was brought to my attention by Mitsuri Kanroji, that the girl had expressed a desire to join the corps."

"I see... It is quite peculiar, seeing as she is a foreigner, and has no recollection of her life before here. I do, however, find it admirable that such a person is willing to become stronger and fight alongside her new friends and other members. She must have witnessed the hardships we face and know it is no easy task, as she has traveled with those three boys, after all." He pauses in thought and Kyojuro waits as he gives his final answer. "Very well, then. If Mitsuri and yourself see potential in this young lady, then I shall accept your request."

"Thank you, Master," Kyojuro says lightly. "When shall I have her ready for Final Selection?"

"Ah, yes, there is no need to worry about that. Let it be known, from here on out, that Miss Y/n is now recognized as an official member of the corps. I know she will be in more than capable hands, even so, I wish good luck upon you and your new pupil. Do your best, Kyojuro," he adds warmly.

Kyojuro hums in appreciation, a wide grin splitting open as he bows respectfully. "Very well, Master, I shall see to it! And I pray for your continued good health..." He straightens back up and gets ready to leave. "Farewell!"

"Farewell, my child."

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It's later in the evening, you and the boys are all sitting around a small table eating and talking, well... except you, as you sit back and quietly munch on your food, listening to your friends chatter amongst themselves. You wish you knew what everyone was saying, it really bugs you, but you still enjoy the hushed tones with which they speak for once. It was calm for once and you found it rather odd but you dare not question it and just basked in the peace, that is until Inosuke casts his eyes your direction and a greedy, wandering hand snakes towards your plate of food. You watch from the corner of you eye, slightly amused that he seems to think you are totally unaware of his current advances, but as soon as his fingers are within reach you fling your hand out and swat him away.

"Huahh—what the hell?!"

He glares at you, holding his hand close and rubbing his knuckles right where you smacked him, and you return the stare.

"Let go," you hiss out, pulling your plate closer.

Zenitsu is mid-bite as you speak and accidentally inhales the food, and Tanjiro's eyes bulge out as he quickly looks at you before he whirls around to help Zenitsu by slamming his palm against his back, who's coughing as he chokes on the piece of food. A few more forceful slaps and the food goes flying onto the floor, rolling away, and Zenitsu leans over trying to catch his breath while Tanjiro pats him more gently as he tries to soothe him.

"Did she just speak Japanese?!" Zenitsu sits back up, wide eyes focused on you. "She totally did! Has she been able to speak this whole time?! No, that can't be right, she needs to be taught... I thought that the obnoxious, superficial guy was supposed to be teaching her, but he hasn't come back yet. So then, who's teaching her?! Is she learning by herself!?"

"Yes... she did speak Japanese," Tanjiro confirms. "And you're right, Mr. Uzui is supposed to be teaching her. She doesn't know anything yet, so he might have taught her that before he left, or perhaps someone else told her."

"BUT WHO?!"

"I think the Love Hashira can speak some English, so... maybe she did? Or perhaps, she is learning by herself?" He tilts his head and looks at you with wide eyes. "Y/n, can you understand us? Have you been learning on your own, or is someone else teaching you?" You blink at him, your face lightly scrunching and you shake your head as you shrug your shoulders, showing you have no idea what he is saying and he nods in understanding. "I see... alright, that clears it up then."

"So, she still doesn't know much and just learned that then. Ahh man, I was really hoping she could speak already. I want to talk to her," Zenitsu bemoans.

"We'll be able to talk to her soon enough, don't worry! In the meantime, let's try to help her learn," Tanjiro suggests with a grin. "Practicing is good, so I'm sure Mr. Uzui wouldn't mind if we helped with simple things."

"Yeah, good idea! Oh, Y/n-chaaan~ Repeat after me!"

He leans over the table and smiles mischievously, pointing at you and then himself as he opens and closes his mouth a few times.

You focus on what he's doing, trying to understand what he wants. "Uhh, you want me to speak? Or repeat what you say," you guess.

You copy his actions and he nods furiously, so you laugh a little and nod as well. You get it now, he wants you to copy him.

He giggles and slightly waggles his brows at you, as he speaks in a more slow and seductive tone. "Watashi wa anata o aishi, anata to kekkon shimasu~"

Tanjiro whirls around, ready to reprimand him but Zenitsu quickly shoves a hand over his mouth and holds him there, not even sparing him a glance as he keeps his focus on you and urges you to repeat what he said. Tanjiro tries to remove his hands, struggling against him and Inosuke cackles, fully enjoying the show as they fight and have your full attention, giving him the opportunity to successfully steal from your plate again.

"Zem— itsu! Le.. go— You cab't tell.. her to say.. hat—"

"SHUT IT, LET HER SPEAK!"

You sound it out and try your hardest to copy him, butchering the words, but he doesn't seem to care as he continues nodding along and encouraging you to repeat what he's saying. You don't question why he and Tanjiro are pushing and pulling at each other while he stays focused on getting you to copy the sentence, and you probably should, but why would you when this wasn't anything out of the ordinary? They all play and fight with each other, so you have no reason to wonder what exactly Zenitsu is making you say. It was funny and you were learning something new!

" Watashi wa... anata," you pause and watch Zenitsu's mouth carefully as he grits out the words, "o aishi, anata to kekkon shimasu!"

He lets go of Tanjiro and hollers, excitedly throwing his hands up. Tanjiro yanks him by the collar as he then tries to clamber over the table to your side, looking at him in disapproval as he whines and reaches out for you.

"Tanjiroooo, let me go! You heard what she said, you can't stop me now!"

Tanjiro seethes, continuing to hold him back. "She has no idea what that means! I will not allow you to trick her like that, have you no shame?!"

"You got in my way once already! Why can't you just let me and Y/n-chan be happy!"

"Because she hasn't actually agreed to your nonsense!"

"But she did!"

"That doesn't count," he says in exasperation. "You know she doesn't love you or want to marry you."

"Ah, come onnnn," he whines pitifully. "That's so harsh!"

"Well... not yet, anyways. Maybe she will... or maybe she won't."

"You don't think she'll ever love me, I can hear it in your voice! Tanjiro, how can you be so cruel!?"

"N-No, Zenitsu, knock it off! You know what I mean, you can't just pretend or expect things from other people. She has feelings too! Didn't you say you were going to try your best to woo her or something?"

"But it takes so much work!"

Tanjiro almost rolls his eyes and sighs. "You won't get anything without working for it! Come on now, you're being dramatic."

As they continue to bicker you turn your attention back to your food and find most of it missing. Your gaze follows the trail of crumbs that lead you straight to the culprit, who grins smugly at you, chewing obnoxiously and your eye slightly twitches. Inosuke snickers as he reaches for the last items on your plate, which results in both of your hands flailing around in a jumbled mess as you try to smack each other.

You want to wipe that stupid, pretty look off his face but at the same time you can't help but indulge in his childish little game. You notice he isn't actually trying that hard to steal more food because he could easily overpower your defenses and snatch it if he truly wanted to. It seems like he was just playing... he was messing with you for the fun of it, and it was honestly kind of cute and funny. You haven't really seen this side to him before, he was usually stoic and hot-headed, annoying even.

You giggle and swat at him some more as he grabs onto your hands and tries to hold them together in a ball. This is the perfect chance for you to keep saying what Mitsuri taught you.

"Let go!"

"Make me," he snorts.

Dinner lasts a little longer than usual and the three little girls that help around the mansion have come in a couple times to check on you all, sharing odd looks with each other as they witness the chaos. The last time they come to check on you, they bring the tea that Zenitsu has to drink and he curls into a ball, sobbing when they try to get him to take it. He keeps refusing, so they resort to holding him down and trying to get him to take it by force but they aren't successful.

You crawl over to try and help by keeping him pinned but he puts up a fight and doesn't seem to notice or care who is wrestling with him. You manage to roll him over and sit some of your weight on his legs and grab onto his arms, trying to keep him still as he thrashes around. You struggle a bit until he realizes you're on top of him (with two of the other girls holding him down as well), and his face bursts into flames, eyes going blank as his soul leaves his body.

He's going to heaven!

But his soul is abruptly back down when the horribly bitter medicine is tilted into his opened mouth, the last girl closing his jaw and holding it shut until he swallows. He groans and cries, complaining about how awful that was and he'd rather just die right now, especially since you're sitting on him—what a way to die! Although, he could think of an even better way to die...

Your weight is lifted as the girls shoo you away and an older girl comes in, hands on her hips. "Good grief! You've been giving us a lot of trouble. In order to get you through this more quickly, I'm gonna have to up the dosage and require you to drink two extra cups in the morning, and two at night."

He snaps out of his stupor, shooting up and stares at her in horror. "WHAT?!?! N-NO WAY!!"

"I can't have these girls getting stuck trying to make you drink it, they have more important things to do, you know!? Even the poor foreigner had to help," she tsks. "Listen, we want this over with just as much as you do. Just do what I say and you'll be cleared more quickly, alright?"

"But.. but..."

She narrows her eyes at him and hangs his head, whimpering but agreeing with her.

"As for you two," she points at Tanjiro and Inosuke, "you appear to be healing a lot quicker than I thought, but just to be safe, I'm requiring just half the time of rest before you can be released."

Tanjiro nods, smiling. "Oh, that's good. It's been a little over a week, but I have been feeling a lot better. Will we be allowed to train then?"

"Yes, now carry on."

She leaves with the other girls and you all sit around for another minute until you get tired and start to clean everything up.

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The next couple of days go by and you anxiously wait outside all morning for Uzui's return. Two weeks have finally gone by and you can start learning Japanese! You pace around, trying to keep your mind occupied until he arrives, but you eventually get bored and end up falling asleep sitting on a random rock by the entrance. When you're woken up, your mind is slow to register the figure in front of you, standing proudly as they chuckle at your hunched over form. You blink and rub at your eyes, staring at them as you slowly come out of the fog. Once your mind catches up you pale at the sight in front of you.

Oh no, not him!

You wipe the corner of your mouth, cringing at the tiny bit of drool and flush at being caught snoozing in such an awkward and unflattering way. Your gaze shifts to the side and your eyes nearly pop out even more as you notice the other man, who's not even hiding his amusement as he laughs at you.

"Well, well, looks like I've got a slacker on my hands!"

"What?! No," you protest, "I'm not a slacker!"

"Are you sure? I think I saw a river coming out of your mouth..." Uzui jokes.

Your cheeks puff out indignantly, scowling at him. "Shut up, you did not! And what else was I supposed to do while I waited for you?"

He laughs and claps his hands together, turning to the man next to him, who you momentarily forgot about. "She's a real handful already, are you sure you can handle her, Rengoku?"

"Certainly!"

The fiery man flashes a grin at you and you nearly melt into a puddle but manage to hold yourself together by avoiding eye contact. How embarrassing for him to also see you sleeping! Something about him made you feel way more shy than you ever were around any of the other people you've met so far.

"Of course! Don't go too hard on her now, but don't let her take it easy either." He looks down and scrunches his nose at you. "Isn't that right, kid?"

You look between them, confused but nodding anyway. "Uhh, right... yeah?"

"Good!" He snickers and raises a brow. "Alright, kid, you're in for some real fun from here on out! As you know, you'll be learning Japanese, with yours truly! But that's not all, you've got even more work cut out for you."

You bite the side of your cheek, looking between the two men nervously. "W-What else will I be doing?"

"Don't you know? I believe you talked to a certain someone, asking her if you could train, and join the corps."

"Are you saying—"

"Yup! The Master was informed of your wishes and accepted you. You'll be learning from Rengoku, here. He'll teach you everything you need to know about swordsmanship, breathing styles, and how to fight demons."

"Oh my god," you breathe, sitting back as you stare blankly at the ground. "I can't believe it..."

"Well, you better start believing because it won't be easy. You gotta work hard, or you'll end up dead. You're a smart girl, so you already know that, right?" You nod once and he crouches down to your level. "We're going to do our best to teach you, but it's you who will have to put in the real effort here. You want to talk with your friends? You want to get stronger and fight by our sides? Then give it your all and we'll make sure it happens."

"R-Right!"

He smiles, reaching over to tousle your hair as he stands. "Good! Now, then, there's no time like the present. Let's get started shall we?"

You shoot up and panic a little. "Now?!"

"You want to wait longer, or what?"

"No, but.. ummm, I wasn't expecting to start training so soon! Fighting, I mean.."

"Ah, you won't start that until later. We gotta get you understanding and speaking some of the basics first! I think you'll be ready by the time your little friends are discharged and allowed to start recovery training, but who knows, could be later."

"I want to be with them!"

"Then the sooner we start, the better, right?"

"Right," you swallow.

"I'll let you know when she's ready to start her training with you," he informs Rengoku, who nods and walks away. Uzui then turns on his heel and waves his hand forward for you to follow him. "Let's go!"

He leads you inside and finds a room where you'll do all your studying. He slides a bag off his back and opens it, taking some books and paper out, stacking them on a table. Once he has everything sorted, he grabs the first set and places them in front of you as you sit down and run your eyes over it all. He sits down across from you and claps his hands together, grinning as he opens the book up and begins his first lesson.

The first hour is him explaining some things and answering a lot of questions, then he has you read and write the letters of their alphabet. It's split into three systems, which is overwhelming and hard to understand at first, but you slowly start to understand it a little more. By the time you're done trying to memorize the letters and writing them down you feel exhausted, your head throbbing as a headache threatens to form. You take a break but resume and don't stop until late in the night when you can't take it anymore.

Yeah, this was going to be hard... but you had to do it.

The next day is spent going over everything, practicing even more reading and writing. You imagine this is all you'll be doing until you get it down, then you'll be able to start putting more things together, until eventually you know how to read, write, and speak fluently. Just as you thought, the next couple of days are just repeating everything you've been learning so far and practicing. Lots and lots of practice. He wants you to correctly name things, to memorize them, and say it out loud so he follows you around, grabbing a cup, bowel, pillow, and other random objects as he shows them to you. He tells you what they are called then has you repeat it, and throughout the day he'll quiz you on them and ask you to tell him what they are again... and again.

The repetition almost drives you mad but it works and hammers the information in more. Your brain feels like it's going to explode with how much memory is being taken up, but it feels nice in a weird way. You're learning a lot of new stuff and while it was extremely frustrating at some points, it was also quite fun.

Tanjiro stops by one day to ask if he and the others could be of help, and Uzui ponders it for a minute before he tells him that they could help by practicing the same things with you while he slowly moves on to the new things for you to learn. Before you know it, three weeks have gone by and you can recall a few things and very basic sentences. If someone talked to you, you could understand bits and pieces. You know how to greet and introduce yourself. You know how to say goodbye. You know how to ask for help. You know how to apologize and thank others. You know some objects and food as well.

It's been going pretty well so far, if you had to say so yourself, but you know you were only just scratching the surface. It's a long time coming but you couldn't wait until you could fully understand and speak with others. In these last few weeks you've had more headaches than you can count and you've cried in frustration, nearly giving up but you grit your teeth and push through. You can't give up, not matter how hard it is, especially when Uzui and your friends keep supporting your efforts and try their best to help you.

You can do this!

Before you know it, you'll have it all down. You'll be able to talk with people, to really connect and not feel so alone. Before you know it, you'll be training to become a demon slayer like everyone else, helping protect others and fight by your comrades, making the world a safer and happier place. And before you know it, you'll surely find the answers that you seek and know where you came from, who you really are.

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