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Giyuu Tomioka x Reader {Kimetsu No Yaiba}

That man's lack of self-worth appeared to be your sole obstacle. That...and perhaps the slightly less-than-human features which had adorned you since your transformation. Having set your sights on him since early childhood (his childhood; you had long favoured the idea of draining blood from an innocent youth, one with as much obvious potential as he), you continued to pursue him, even now (in the end, despite its heavenly fragrance, and the way his devilishly-handsome visage gained additional allure once coated in the crimson liquid, you just hadn't allowed yourself to gobble him up whole). Instead, the thunderous beating of your heart against your rib cage, compelled you to a different stance - one you hadn't considered a demon capable of ever reaching. The butterflies, which fluttered from the pit of your stomach, around your bloodstream, and eventually to your heart, informed of your complete and utter infatuation with the man.

Initially, you viewed these emotions with an unhealthy scepticism, but the longer, and the deeper you dwelled, it simply evolved to an undeniable level. You, a demon with no affiliation to Muzan, had encountered a roadblock - the object of your (as-yet) unyielding affections was a renowned demon slayer.

And a Pillar, no less.

Though, this didn't particularly grate on you, for your love was as powerful as a tidal-wave, grasping more conviction than all the world's currents.

His personal contempt dissuaded him from accepting your words as gospel, regardless of how many times you recited them. You wanted his hand in marriage, but he refused. This rebuff didn't sound genuine enough to loosen the stitching of your heart, however, and you began approaching the raven-maned man daily, asking to play the part of suitor, but he always gave the same response. Your ears couldn't be so easily fooled, and they picked up on the subtle quivering of his voice, indicating falsehood. He wasn't being wholly truthful with you. Was it perhaps your demonic form? If so, then the reversal from ungodly creature back to human was something you would chase. If he couldn't embrace your romantic feelings, due to a lack of humanity, then you would beg every god in the heavens, to ensure your rebirth. If it was simply a Giyuu issue, surely you could help? You understood how he felt about himself, and his accomplishments, yet in your mind, he was the most incredible, gorgeous, awe-inspiring life-form in the entire cosmos!

Giyuu was unique, amazing, talented, beautiful, worthy of love...

...If only he would let these qualities shine through, then everyone could witness the majesty of your darling!

Although, on second thought, the metaphorical collar around his neck was attached to a lead which accompanied you at all times, so he did, in fact, belong to you, and you alone.

It was unfortunate, but he didn't seem to acknowledge his position. The two female pillars, and that demon child, were reoccurring problems, and yet he barely ever pushed them away! You wanted so badly to discipline him, to re-programme his heart, but then his essence wouldn't remain the same. A tainted Giyuu wasn't the Giyuu you knew and loved - it was a perfect stranger. Sure, you would value his undying fidelity, but at what cost? Besides, loyalty shouldn't have presented anything of a headache, for it was in his name. Yet, the iron walls of his heart refused to collapse, and no doors were visible along them. He just wouldn't let you in...but why? Your persistence must have caused his heart to tremble, if only slightly, so why weren't you allowed access? Your many expressions of love, your desperate attempts at courtship...they didn't have even a smidge of sway over his emotions? His visage gave no indication of change, or reciprocation, and you couldn't distinguish between his monotony, his boredom and his adoration.

And...the adoration did manifest.

He was simply exceptional at veiling it.

No matter how close you clung, no matter how many grains of hourglass-sand trickled by, you couldn't feel his love. It wasn't something he was comfortable enough to convey, despite all your provocative displays. Why couldn't he just grab your waist, and never let go?

Well...he didn't deserve you, did he? And, there was always that tiny issue of you being a demon, and him being human (a human who hunted demons). His brain was stabbing him incessantly, with a sharper blade than that which he carried at his side. He was so...so confused! How, when his heart hadn't ever threatened to leap from his chest before, not for one of his own...how had he fallen for a demon? This confusion fed into his self-doubt and loathing, making it nigh-impossible to voice his true feelings. How was he supposed to perform his duties as a Pillar, if all the demons he slayed reminded him of you? Each time he severed a head, he imagined it as your own, and the picture burned his very blood.

...What if you too, were doomed to meet your end by his blade? Would he even be able to swing it? Would his frozen limbs force him to watch, as someone else slaughtered you? The other Pillars tolerated you for now, but would this really last? What if he died early? This thought pained him almost as much as the previous ones - leaving you to weep over his corpse, to mourn for your one love...he couldn't permit that. You had to move on, to find another - someone worthier of your unbridled affections.

As a dejected sigh rippled in the air, sly hands slithered towards his chest.

"You have really defined muscles, Giyuu. Why don't you show them off more?"

"...(Y/n)." His tone implied shock, as though he wasn't expecting your wandering touch, or the suggestive phrases which never failed to clench his heart.

But it shouldn't have been such a surprise, since you often crept up on him, tracing nimble fingers all over his body, like you wished to devour him.

Fear enveloped him, as absolutely as darkness in a chasm. If he spoke out, you would notice the deceptive nature of his words, and the manner in which his voice faltered. He was scared of letting you in, terrified of disappointing you, and positively petrified of losing you. It was like...the moment he opened up his heart, you would flee, or worse yet, admit that you had been playing an elaborate trick on him, this entire time. Who was he really protecting - you...or himself?

The stiffening of his back muscles didn't go unobserved. After all, the soft mounds on your chest were pressed up against him, and you recognised every small movement. A tender smile ghosted your face, as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, in an effort to calm the man.

Oh, he truly was perfect.

"Giyuu...do you love me?"

A perfect disaster, at least.

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