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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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relationship headcanons

Author’s Note: m’a tad rusty writing non-Modern-au heh. 😅

relationship hcs

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Reader, Kamado Tanjirou x Reader, Kanroji Mitsuri x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Sabito x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~3,800

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: If it's okay, can I request dating headcanons for Tanjiro, Kanao, Zenitsu and Mitsuri

Suggestion Fulfilled: Could you do Sabito, giyuu, Kyojuro, And Mitsuri relationship hcs? Just how would they be in a relationship, how you headcannon them to be.

~faqs~

VERY clingy

“Zenitsu, you know you can’t sleep here.”

Meanwhile, he’s fake snoring atop your kakebuton

“Seriously.”

*cue extra loud fake snoring*

“It’s,” voice lowering as your face warms, “Indecent.”

“So marry me,” he mumbles, not entirely conscious, “Then it won’t be indecent.”

😃😃😃

“... Zenitsu.”

“Hm?”

“That wasn’t my point,” at all you tack on silently

😴😴😴 <— he’s back to pretending

*sigh*

“If you want to sleep here, then fine.”

Zenitsu sits up immediately, eyes wide, cheeks burning, already scooting over to make room for you

“-I’ll just go sleep in your room.”

☹️☹️☹️ <— sad boi

11/10 a worrywart

Circles under your eyes?

He’s offering you cucumber slices, patting his lap, insisting you lie down for a nap Right! Now!

Bruises on your skin?

He’s jutting accusing fingers at each and every one, “Where did this come from?!” and, “You promised you’d be careful!!” and, “Does it hurt? I can kiss it better!” and, “If a demon did this, then I’ll kill them, again!!!!!”

Bc Zenitsu would never accidentally insult you by implying that you couldn’t do your job right the first time

Well, half right

Minus points for getting bruised injured 😡

Tears in your eyes?!

He’s pressing kisses to your eyelids before you can blink

Thumbs smoothing your eyebrows

Forehead pressing warmly against yours

And no, he does not give a single fuck about whether you’re in private or public

Constantly bragging about you… emphasis on C O N S T AN T L Y

“Nice effort Inosuke, but [y/n] would be faster.” 🤗

“Admirable attempt Tanjirou, but [y/n] would be more efficient.” 😁

“Thanks for the meal Aoi, but [y/n]’s cooking is even more flavorful.” 😋

“Uzui-sama, did you know [y/n] is flashier than you?” 💀

Zenitsu doesn’t mean to pick fights 🙃

—Bless Uzui Tengen for not obliterating him right then and there 🥴

He’s just obsessed w/ you 😌

The softest boyfriend

Obvi not his muscles 😏

—Sry not sry, I’m a sucker for Tanjirou’s abs 🥰

But his voice?

Tanjirou def has a talking-to-my-partner voice, and then his normal voice 😂

As well as a talking-about-my-partner-to-others voice, which is somewhere in between

The pressure of his touch?

He always embraces, caresses, jostles you w/ the perfect firmness

Enveloping, steady hugs when he’s missed you; delicate, attentive fingers stroking your cheek as you wake up; playful, almost-too-strong nudges while you walk in the rain together (apologizing profusely after he inevitably shoves you into a puddle 😬)

How gently, honestly, his gaze settles on you?

—HOW DO I EVEN DESCRIBE THIS?! 😭

It’s The Look™

The Look™ where it’s hard to discern if he’s melting, or you’re melting, prompting lovey-dovey-gagging noises from Inosuke and/or Zenitsu

The Look™ that flashes across your vision before you fall asleep every night, moonlight’s chill a little warmer as you smile faintly

The Look™ of relief as you blink up at him, cradled tenderly to his chest, blood sticky on your clothes, “[y/n]!” as pain wracks your body, “You’re badly injured,” ignoring your feeble, lighthearted eye roll, Well duh on the tip of your tongue, “Don’t talk, I’ve got you,” The Look™ returning in full force, “I’m here.”

A lil dumb clueless, in an endearing way ofc ☺️

110% took ~forever for your relationship to officially start, bc he could’ve sworn you simply considered him a friend

Like, he unintentionally friendzoned himself 😶

😔 <— Tanjirou, sad that he would never get to share the butterflies in his stomach w/ you

😒 <— you, contemplating extreme measures, bc apparently calling your time together dates wasn’t clear enough

“You’re moping, Monjiro,” Inosuke grunts

“Moping? I’m fine!” 😁💔

“Bad date?” Zenitsu asks, nodding sympathetically

“No?” Tanjirou’s head tilts, “I always enjoy my time with [y/n].”

🤨 + 🤨 = Inosuke looking at Zenitsu, looking at Inosuke, looking at Zenitsu: Do we tell him?

“Tanjirou,” Zenitsu begins slowly, “Do you know what a date is?”

“I think so…?”

“It means you’re hanging out,” huffing impatiently as Tanjirou’s eyebrows express greater confusion, “Romantically.”

“Romantically?” Tanjirou murmurs, mostly to himself

“Even I knew that!” Inosuke declares, smirking proudly

Amazing space heater

—I’ve hc/wrote about this before, and I’ll hc/write about it again 🔥

Tanjirou’s toasty

From holding your hand(s) to walking w/ you snuggled into his side

He does his best to keep the shivers away ❄️

When you’re by yourselves/among close companions, he’ll happily offer you his lap, a piggyback ride, or the occasional kiss to whichever part of your face appears coldest (usually your nose)

His not-so-guilty pleasure is when you get paired on missions, and he gets to sleep w/ you

Not sex necessarily, but the intimate tangle of your limbs seeking his heat, cool fingertips raising goosebumps on his skin as you cling to his shoulders, his arms, his torso, his hips

“Do you mind?” you’d asked once, sensitive to his nearly invisible flinch as your freezing lips kissed his delightfully warm neck

“Not at all,” he’d immediately assured you, sincerity bright and soothing, “I like this,” a beat, and then a shy whisper, “I like you.”

—... I may’ve been a tad ambitious w/ how I formatted these hcs overall, but oh well 🤪

Queen of Snacks

For you, and for herself

Hanger isn’t ~the greatest thing in the world 🥴

Not to mention she feels guilty every time you buy her food

Which, obvi you’re willing to do

But at the very least, “Let me pay you back?” 🥺 “Please, honey?”

Her puppy eyes do not work on you

You’d rather hear her laugh than her stomach grumble

Besides, you felt hungry too, so two birds w/ one stone 😋😋

Point being, packing multiple snacks on her person becomes second nature

Loving you is first, btw 🥰

*insert intrusive thought about Mitsuri hiding candies between her breasts* 😏

Not to be repetitive (about food), but: who needs a stereotypical man when they have Mitsuri ????? 😌

—Yes, my partner finishes my leftovers, and yes, I’d be more than happy to have my partner AND Mitsuri finishing my leftovers 😉

When you’re celebrating a successful mission aka eating out together, you have free rein to try literally whatever catches your eye on the menu

Knowing nothing’ll go to waste takes the pressure off feeling gluttonous, and you get to fully appreciate the luxury of a night out on the town

Somewhat of a tangent, but if you have any allergies/eating restrictions, Mitsuri does not forget

If you’re anxious about ordering/informing staff, then she’s got your back

Will repeat herself until she’s 1,000% sure the kitchen understands

And gosh forbid if anyone fucks up

Or hospitalizes you

#riperoni you and the establishment 🙃

Gives THE BEST massages

While she’s a natural w/ firmer styles 💪

She can absolutely put you to sleep w/ the most calming, gentle rub

Stamina through the roof; will massage you for hrs if you fall asleep/forget to ask her to stop

Yk when you ask your partner for a shoulder massage, and they last ~2 mins? Mitsuri would never 😤

Has learned a ton of techniques from various village healers

And has quite the collection of lotions and oils

If you have sensitive skin? She’s got something for you

If you have a fave scent? She’s got something for you

If you’d rather be the masseuse? She’s got 0 complaints

—Now imagine Mitsuri massaging your neck + shoulders after a long session of writing fanfiction… 😍😂

Lowkey hoarder, but only w/ things relating to you

Kyojuro’s sentimental

Beneath his confident, steady demeanor rests a softer, more pliant layer

He doesn’t strip down to this layer too often, but stores his favorite memories and mementos within it

You take up most of its storage

+ Senjuro & Ruka 🥺

From a spontaneously commissioned portrait (he’d thoughtfully left to find + buy lunch—then proceeded to feed you—while you sat ~mostly still for almost 3 hrs) 🎨

To the exact pitch of your laughter, weight of your footsteps, and feeling of your lips when you’ve been away from each other for more than week

He cherishes both physical and mental reminders and keepsakes of your brilliance

If you write him letters, then he will and does store them in a box

That he not-so-subtly got you to paint for him

“My love?”

You look up from your half written mission report, smiling faintly, “Hm, Kyo?”

“Could you paint this for me?” box eagerly displayed in his palms

Blinking, you squint at the item, “Huh?”

“Please?”

“... of course,” confusion splayed across on your face, even as you willingly accept his request, box placed gently on the corner of your desk, a warm kiss pressed to your hair

“Thank you.”

Runs a tight ship when it comes to housekeeping

If you don’t wash a dish quickly enough? He’s on it

If your laundry begins piling up? He’s on it

If you can see dust, dirt, or debris on the floor? You can’t 🤨

Kyojuro doesn’t mean to interrupt your autonomy, nor imply that you’re slacking

But he’s just go-go-going

And if you’re not up to par, then he’ll take your turn for you

Ofc, if you communicate otherwise, then he’s respectful of your needs

And if your housekeeping standards drastically differ, then he’s never resentful

But living together = many compromises 😅

Unless you’re just as tidy as him, and “just as tidy” = sweeping the entire house multiple times per day 🧹

Kyojuro Away on a Mission = Brace Yourself for a Cleaning Storm When He Returns

He’s assured you repeatedly that It’s me, not you, so you don’t take it personally anymore

But sometimes you fuck w/ him

“Kyo, you missed a spot!” pointing frantically at the kitchen counter

“WHERE?!!!”

“Kidding.” 😃

(dw, he’s well natured about it 😆)

Early riser, and LOUD

—Usually, I read fanfics w/ Kyo hced as a considerate early riser; I’ve def hced him this way myself too

—But for the fun of going against the grain, I present to you: inconsiderate-early-riser-Kyo

Don’t feel like waking up w/ the sun?

Too. Fucking. Bad. 💀

Oh he tries to be quiet — it breaks his heart a lil every time he accidentally rouses you

But if the kakebuton’s sprawled, then he simply can’t resist attempting to retuck you in

And if you’re drooling, then he simply can’t resist wiping your face w/ his thumb

And if you’re looking especially precious (aka 24/7), then he simply can’t resist kissing your forehead, your nose, your cheeks

Maybe you’re a deep sleeper, and those actions wouldn’t wake you

But how about his earsplitting screeches when he stretches + yawns? Plural screeches, bc 1 stretch + yawn isn’t ever enough

Again: he tries to keep quiet, but then he feels like he might explode, and out spills the EEEEYAAAAAAAAHOOOO 🥱🥱🥱

Kinda like trying to resist yawning after watching someone else yawn — very! Difficult!

You’re generally ¾ asleep, so it’s not too bothersome

But some mornings, I just wanted to sleep in 😭 is evident in how your eyes narrow, unintelligible grumble building in your chest

“I am so sorry!” 😖

“Go away,” you pout, grumpily avoiding his apologetic gaze

Depending on his pending duties, he’ll either graciously exit the bedroom (to go grunt and yell and sweat aka train in the yard), or set aside his typical routine to cuddle you back to sleep — and then wait until you’re ready to start your day

—Disclaimer that I haven’t read the manga, so my understanding of Sabito’s pretty limited 😅

A bickerer

Bickerer as in, Sabito constantly teases you, picks “fights” w/ you, and is generally A Nuisance™

He knows and respects your limits, ofc, but randomly tugging your earlobe, ~accidentally pushing you into a bush, and other such shenanigans are just too fun to resist 😃

Pardon my straying from Taisho Era aka canon for a sec, but in Modern Au he’d be the type to ask you all of the controversial questions

You’re about to drift off to sleep, and he’s like, “So, my darling, is cereal a soup?”

His worst habit is “arguing” w/ you mid demon fight 💀

Obvi he keeps his mouth shut if it’s a stronger demon—he doesn’t actually want to distract you or put you in harm’s way—but if it’s a relatively weaker demon?

He’ll start a vigorous debate about how Water Breathing is clearly superior to your own style

And if you also use Water Breathing?

“Sabito, I literally use Water Breathing!” 😐

“Okaaay, but Water Breathing is still superior.” 😌

Doesn’t matter if you decapitate the demon before he does

“I dealt more total damage than you.”

“But I struck the killing blow.” 😐

“It’s the journey that matters, not the destination.” 😌

Balances his competitiveness w/ praise

If you’re alone, then hell yeah he’s besting your ass 😎

But if you’re training/fighting w/ others?

His steady stream of insults turn to compliments and encouragement

(to reemphasize: it’s not that he’s mean or ungrateful in private — he’s just the epitome of “teasing/bothering someone bc you like them”, and he will back off if you ask/he can sense that you’re not participating equally in the banter)

You could steal his kill, and he’d grin proudly while scanning you for wounds, chest puffed, eyes glinting 😍

“Did ya guys see that? Isn’t my darling incredible?” twirling you in his arms as soon as he’s certain you’re alright

Also appreciates receiving praise, albeit he’d never admit it aloud

You’re aware most of his boastfulness comes from fear of failure — fear of being able to protect you, or anyone

“Thank you for saving me today,” you murmur, breath warm on his neck, body tangled gently w/ his

“Don’t be so stupid,” he grunts, eyes closed tightly, lungs constricting

Ignoring his gruffness, you smile lightly, the familiar movement against his skin soothing his pulse, “You’re amazing, you know? I suppose sometimes Water Breathing can be superior.”

Harsh laughter wraps around you, his eyes opening as he finally melts into your embrace, voice rough and devoted, “If it saves you, then it’s better than anything.”

Buys you souvenirs while on missions/traveling

Nothing too expensive, gaudy, or impractical

His way of saying I missed you since he’s usually too preoccupied/impatient to write to you

Doesn’t usually care if you regift them, bc sometimes he really wasn’t thinking before buying (i.e. buying something you already owned, something you’d previously mentioned disliking, etc) — he simply had only you on his mind at the time

If he puts genuine consideration into a purchase, then he tells you 🎁

Also lets you know where he’s headed, so you can request specific items that may be difficult to obtain normally

Something to note: he won’t return home until he’s acquired aforementioned specific item(s), which is very sweet 🥺, buuut be careful requesting anything too rare/tricky, bc he’d rather be significantly delayed than come back empty handed

—Whereas I assume you’d prefer he come home sooner rather than later 😝

Protective

Sanemi knows you’re capable of looking out for yourself

But he also knows you shouldn’t have to

You shouldn’t have to go on solo missions, leaving him to ponder whether you’ll return to him whole, if at all

(he recognizes the hypocrisy of this, but dreads the separation and misses you nonetheless)

You shouldn’t have to strip yourself, especially not when your eyes are exhausted, fingers visibly trembling, moonlight so dim you seem to be getting more tangled than undressed

(he knows you dislike falling asleep in your clothes, waking up feeling wrinkled and disheveled)

You shouldn’t have to buy your own meals, change purse unnervingly quiet, muscles strong and determined even as fatigue and hunger are evident in your gait

(he resists forcing his salary on you, instead cooking and delivering meals to your main residence when his duties allow)

You shouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, and although he knows you’ll insist every time that This is what I want, he also knows when you’re too frayed to notice yourself

“Let me do this for you,” are Sanemi’s magic words, uttered soft as his scars shining gently before you, deft fingers navigating through your attire, practiced ease rendering you boneless, his task becoming only slightly harder as you lean fully into his chest

“M’tired,” you whisper, confession cutting shallow across his skin, “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“I can stay,” he murmurs, an intimate gesture, yours to take or leave

Humming drowsily, you nod once, head swaying as his smooth scent envelops you, warm hands guiding you until you’re horizontal, solid body pressed to the curve of your spine

“Thank you,” you mumble, unconsciousness hovering calmly above you

You never hear his You’re welcome, tucked delicate and permanent into your nape, lavender eyes gradually closing as your heartbeat slows to a familiar, restful pace

—... can you tell that I adore him? 😭🤍

The first to piss you off, and the first to apologize

While he can be wonderfully attentive, he can alllso be not-so-wonderfully rude 🙃

A lot of his brashness goes over your head

Not that it doesn’t register, but that you take it in stride bc—to an extent—he is who he is

But he can be condescending, impatient, High & Mighty one moment, An Absolute Child the next, overbearing, snide, dense as fuck, and hopeless as fuck (synonymous, but not the same)

He gets The Important Things™ right, but hell if he isn’t high maintenance 🥴

A lot of him pissing you off is indirect in that he treats you fine, but others… not so much 😬

“Sanemi, that was not okay!” your hands waving in a flurry of exasperation

Raising an eyebrow, he deadpans, “What did I do?”

“You can’t demand a fight to the death just because someone mispronounced my name!”

Smiling dangerously, he shrugs, “I disagree.”

“Sanemi!!!!!”

“Should I apologize?”

Exhaling raggedly, you smack his shoulder, eyes rolling, “We’ve already been kicked out.”

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish our lunch.”

You snort, poking his cheek, fondness slowly replacing the sharpness in his grin, “Whatever.”

“Are you still hungry?”

“Will you behave?”

“Who knows.”

“SANEMI.”

Forgets how to breathe when you wear something new

Yeah, yeah, he’s a Hashira — he doesn’t literally forget how to breathe

—C’mon, it’s figure of speech 😆🤓

He isn’t shallow either, and prefers you to feel comfortably dressed over anything

But, w/ the life he (and you) leads, there aren’t many opportunities for indulgent clothing

A demon’ll shred your shirt if you’re careless, no matter how fancy ☹️

So getting to see you not in uniform?

🤯🤯🤯

Compliments aren’t his area of expertise

But his uncharacteristic blush is plenty, admiration concealed behind a slew of inappropriate, nervous questions

“Where’d you get that?”

“Why’d you get that?”

“Do y’know how impractical that is?”

“That looks uncomfortable.”

“Do I know you?”

“How much was that?”

“Where’re you going in that?”

“Is-”

“Sanemi.” 🙄

“What?”

“Do I look nice?”

He gulps, practically glaring at you as he mutters, “Nice? You look fucking beautiful,” stepping closer, lowered whisper in his throat, “You’re always beautiful.”

Keeps his promises

A caveat being, ofc, that Giyuu rarely promises anything

But when he does, you trust him

From promising he’ll be beside you when you wake, to promising he isn’t pretending to laugh at your joke, he’s sincere in a melancholy, gentle way

Sometimes he’ll even promise himself

I promise I’ll be on time

I promise I’ll eat dinner

I promise I’ll bandage these wounds

I promise I’ll survive this

… so maybe those are still promises made w/ you in his heart

But if they mean he returns to you intact, then do the semantics really matter? 😅

“I promise to marry you,” he whispers, fixated on the movement beneath your eyelids, wondering what, if, you’re dreaming about, “If that’s what you want, then someday, someday we can share that,” chest heavy, “I promise to protect you,” to not drown or lose myself

Moonlight his only witness as he kisses your forehead, sleep far from his horizon as he ponders the weight of his desire, the frail hope in his promise — his determination to see it through

Not huge on PDA

He may not be the most physically affectionate (in public), but his attraction and commitment to you is unmistakable

Whether you’re wearing his haori; walking on the far side from the road, his body bumping occasionally against yours; or all too aware of his consistent, rhythmic glances — his heart’s anchored to yours

If physical affection is important to you, then he’s content to hold your hand, and won’t shrug you off if you decide to latch lightly onto his arm

“You’re cold.”

“N-no.” 🥶

“We might be waiting a while.”

“That’s f-fine!” 🤧

Giyuu watches you for a moment, blinking snowflakes from his lashes, a quiet sigh swallowed by the winter chill, “Come here.”

Your eyes widen, “A-are you sure?”

“I promise.”

Before he can change his mind—he wasn’t planning on it—you tuck yourself into his stoic heat, satisfied smile revealing your chattering teeth as his arms wrap around your back, chin grazing the top of your head

“Hold me as tightly as you’d like,” he murmurs, worry ebbing from his brow as your trembling gradually subsides, “Stay here.”

Doesn’t believe you’re alive until he can see you w/ his own eyes

—I’m exhausted 😴 (currently 3am for me; been a while since I stayed up late writing a fanfic 🤪)

Keeping tabs on mission timelines isn’t easy, and relying on his gut isn’t Giyuu’s preferred method of communication

But letters can be delayed, or intercepted, so in short: you both try your best

If more than a month passes w/o you running into each other at his estate—or you leaving him a note—then his fear creeps in

And if he receives any news of you being injured, then he’s off to The Butterfly Estate asap 😓

Which, when your injuries are relatively minor, can lead to further miscommunication — you return to his estate while he’s frantically making his way to where he thinks you still are 🤭

However long it takes, the knot in his chest grows tighter and mangled, wisps of your presence stroking the urgency in his legs, running from location to location in search of your laughter

Bc you almost always laugh when he finally finds you—or you find him—relief palpable on his tongue as he kisses you firmly

“You missed me?” you giggle softly, nipping at his bottom lip

“You came back,” is his hushed reply, to me hanging silent between you

“I always want to come back to you,” you assure him, swallowing thickly at the stubborn heartache in his stare, “I love you.”

Touching his nose to yours, he sighs warmly, fear melting with every word spilling alive and well from your mouth, “And I love you.”

—I DID IT !!!!! 🥳 #now to place bets on whether or not I make it to my class(es) tmro aka today 💀

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loveemii · 10 months

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𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝑼𝒑

characters: sabito, tomioka, sanemi, and inosuke

warnings: none - enjoy :)

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𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆:

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?”

inosuke asked in an annoyed tone, y/n’s face grew a little more angry.

“Earlier you moved away when I tried to kiss you! You never do that.”

y/n said in a low voice sounded almost sad but angry at the same time, inosuke looked down to the side as his hardened face now had a softer touch to it.

inosuke just sighed and walked away unable to communicate his feelings, he didn’t want to yell at y/n so walking away was what he thought was best.

“Inosuke, don’t want away from me! Please we need to talk about this. It could affect us in the wrong ways if we don’t communicate with each other.”

he turned around and pulled you in for a kiss, his left arm around you lower waist as his right hand cupped the back of your neck. pure shock was all over your face but you kissed him back.

“I’m sorry.”

inosuke mumbled y/n couldn’t hear him.

“What was that? I-I couldn’t hear you.”

ino sighed and said it a little louder enough for his girlfriend to hear him clearly.

“I said I’m sorry.”

y/n kissed his cheek and held his hand, reassuring him that it was ok and that they will talk about it later.

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𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊:

“Whatever.”

nemi said as he crossed his arms while turning away from his upset girlfriend, she frowned and stepped a little closer to him so they can face each other.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“You didn’t do anything I just-”

“Nemi..let’s talk about this. Please?”

y/n asked as he held both of his hands, he made a sound of embarrassment and looked away from her blushing.

“Why did you move your unleash your hand from mines earlier in the district?”

“There were so many people around and I wanted to keep our relationship-”

“Private? I know.. I’m sorry I held your hand in public I know you don’t want any potential danger for us.”

there was a brief moment of silence before y/n spoke once again, she leaned in and kissed his forehead, he looked at her with a somewhat surprising look.

“We’re good?”

“Yeah we’re good.”

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𝑻𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒌𝒂:

“Can you please just tell me how you feel? It’s so hard to read you or even get you to communicate yourself with me.”

y/n asked her stoic boyfriend who wasn’t even looking at her, she couldn’t tell what he was thinking or if he was even going to say anything but his eyes seemed darker than before.

her gaze fell to a more softened look, y/n the gently placed a kiss onto his lips and smiled gently. tomioka then looked at her shocked a little.

“You’ll tell me when your ready.”

tomioka’s expression changed to a calmer look and he nodded as he made and “mhm” sound, y/n and tomioka held hands as they faced each other. her with a warming smile as he smiled at just her sight. he kissed her back and she kissed him.

“Wanna grab something to eat?”

he asked her after some silence, her smile got brighter and y/n nodded her head a little rapid the giggled a little.

giyu then placed a soft kiss to her jaw before they walked into the district.

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𝑺𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒕𝒐:

“What we’re you thinking Sabito?! You could’ve died back there!”

y/n shouted at her boyfriend who was walking away from her in the forest, he walked back to her.

“Don’t you think I know that? I did it so we could survive!”

“And what if you died huh? You were just gonna leave me all alone?! Without you? How could you?”

as she finished what she wanted to say her voice began to break during the end of her sentence, sabito gaze softened and he looked sad now, he hugged her and she hugged him even tighter.

“Hey I’m right here, see? I love you. And Im sorry, things got out of hand. I won’t do that stunt again, I promise.”

his voice was low but reassuring, full of love and vulnerability. she smiled with tears in her eyes, sabito then kissed y/n as he held onto the back of her neck with his hands. y/n kissed him back.

“Come on, let’s go.”

sabito said with a warm smile on his face, y/n smiled back at him and they walked away from the scene they left behind.

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hello! i hope you enjoyed this little thing idk what it is but yeah :)

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shinobuscanonwife · 1 year

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muichiro, giyuu, kyojuro, and perhaps maybe sabito and they have to go on a mission that happens to occur during their s/o's birthday? how would they react and would they tell their s/o about it? if they do, how would they do it? this was burning on my mind for so so so so so long TvT

Kyojuro

He feels so bad :( he tries literally everything he can do to get the master to pick someone else to go and while Kagaya feels awful for sending him all the other hashira were busy. He literally comes to you with the biggest frown on his face and tells you that he'll be gone for your birthday. He apologizes about 30 times and while you were upset you couldn't spend your birthday with your boyfriend you understood that he couldn't do anything about it. You both end up celebrating your a birthday a day before he leaves and he writes you multiple letters while he's gone wishing you a happy birthday and promising when he gets back he'll take you some place special.

Sabito

He's disappointed. He loves spending time with you on special events like this one and he felt really bad for missing your birthday. He apologizes and promises to spend all day with you when he gets back. He tries to be quick with the mission so maybe he can get back to you on your birthday but the demon that he was fighting was being difficult and he didn't make it. Even if you assured him you weren't mad at him he still felt awful and came and cuddled you as soon as he got home.

Muichiro

"Oh by the way y/n before I forget I have to go on a mission early tomorrow." "Muichiro that's my birthday.." "oh :("

Is exactly how the conversation went. He tried to go to the master and explain that it was your birthday and that he had forgotten but Kagaya couldn't get another hashira to go on such short notice. He felt awful and tried to get the mission over with as quickly as possible but he had to stay and make sure the people who were attacked by the demon were alright. He celebrated your birthday with you a day late but he still felt bad and made sure to remember your birthday from now on.

Giyuu

He has never missed your birthday. Not once. Every year he has a whole day planned for you and him. So you can imagine he was really upset when he found out he had to go on a mission. He tells you almost as soon as he finds out and he apologizes and offers that when he gets back he'll plan something for you and him to do. You agreed and wished him good luck on his mission. He wrote letters to you every day he was gone wishing you a happy birthday and apologizing for missing your birthday.

Thank you for your request! Have a nice day/night

#kny headcanons #kny x reader #kny fluff #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kyojuro x reader #rengoku headcanons #rengoku x you #rengoku x reader #muichiro x y/n #muichiro fluff #muichiro x reader #sabito fluff #sabito x reader #giyuu headcanons #giyu x reader #giyuu x reader #giyuu fluff #giyu

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msneedful-ispleaseful · 4 months

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Can you do a NFSW Giyuu x fem black reader? Tysm love ur content!🩷🫶🏽

Omg ofc! i love getting ask.

The wind blew softly across your back but did nothing to stop the warm sun from freckling your brown skin. Summer in Japan wasn't like anything you had experienced before. Maybe it was the dry climate, but Giyuu, your husband, rubbed oil deep into your skin, easing your muscles and working your feet, you couldn't care less excited of the knowledge knowing nothing was under your robe, knowing that he was inches from your cunt.

"Mmmm, after touring around all..day this is just what I needed" you moaned softly as his hand's squeezed curves and dents, his soft plush lips kissing into the hot backs of your thighs and spreading your fat ass cheeks apart so he could see your fat lower lips, slick and sweltering.

As air can be heard from your straw he kisses your clit so casually and ask plainly "Another mimosa love?" you smile slightly and hum "no I'm fine" still he pours you a cup of wine which you sip slowly, and as you taste dashes of berries and milk Giyuu taste you, sweet natural funk. the smell of delicious pussy fills his nostrils and you tilt your head back, eyes watery, and look up at the bright blue sky, the boat rocks slowly and its all just so alluring "ahh,mmmm hunny i-i-i- I'm gooona,oh! mmmm please" drool drips as you sputter, stiletto nails digging into the cushioned lounge chair

You buck back into his face and his hands grip your ass cheeks harder and one of his hands wrap around your box braids controlling your head movement, making the craining of your neck painful as you moan and drip into his mouth "shush now dear" he slurps and sucks your puffy red clit, licking at your enlarged folds "I'm making us of you puppet" he murmurs into your cunt.

He growls low as your legs shake, squirt soaks his jaw and he doesn't let up for a second. "Oh my goooood!!! I'm cummin ah a-againnn oooh baby yes yes yes please" You rock back violently chasing that edge stark pleasure overcomes you as your body tenses then softens and relaxes, melting down, Giyuu licks you clean, pours your cup of wine, and massages your feet as if he had never stopped.

Maybe you should go on vacation more

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celestial-storms · 9 months

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The way the hashira would cuddle

these would be my headcanons- (for all genders)

Tomioka giyuu

tomioka would probably be big on "the cuddle huddle" you would sit there laying your head on his chest and you would also be holding either a pet or stuffed animal, he would sit there and play with your hair while he told you sweet things he loves about you, like, "i love how affectionate and open you are with me", you two would eventually crash out on the couch.

shinobu kocho

she would definitely be huge on the position, "the mirror" it includes one person laying on one side and the other in the same position facing away from the other, on bad days, she would most likely perfer the position, "attack of the sloth* sometimes you would be the tree and she would sit there and basically trap you with her legs intertwined with yours and her arms around your waist.

mitsuri kanroji

she loves the position "the smooth move" either one of you would sit there and hold one another in your arms, it's like posing for a picture, just without the strain of worrying about the photo results. it's called the smooth move like what you see in movies, the flirtatious, "yawn and stretch".

sanemi shinazugawa

he would like the postition "two peas in a pod" he would lay on his side and you would be laying with him facing away from him, but it would still be a small bit of physical touch, your backs would be pressed together. he would probably fall asleep and start snoring peacefully.

iguro obanai

obanai would like the position, "the sweetheart" or, aka, "the rom-com" he would hold you while you had your head on his chest and his other arm around you, it's called the rom-com because the arm around you is like a safety bar on a roller coaster.

Kyojuro rengoku

he'd definitely like spooning, he'd always be the big spoon of course, he would lay there with you and play with your hair while you slept, when you wake up, he would ask you to stay with him for a little longer in the sweetest voice ever, so you couldn't help but agree to stay.

tengen uzui

he would like the position, "the teddy bears teddy bear" it's like spooning, but for a poly relationship. he would be holding makio, makio holding hinatsuru, hinatsuru holding you and you holding suma.

Himejima Gyomei

he would like spooning, he would obviously be big spoon, he would lay there with you until you fall asleep, then after you fall asleep he would fall asleep.

muichiro tokito

i feel like he would like skin to skin, (with clothing of course) he would lay on you and have his head on your chest, you would tell him sweet things while he sleeps, he would most likely forget them the next day.

!!bonus!!!

Sabito

he would be big on the position, "the face to face embrace" it's like normally cuddling, but you would have your face nuzzled under his chin and he would sit there and comb through your hair with his fingers.

Enjoy!! 💛

#sabito x reader #giyuu x reader #hashira x reader

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eclipse-rain · 3 months

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Demon Slayer ; Fūrin 《Windchime》

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Summary: When a girl with a secret past joins the demons slayer corps what secrets hide behind the mask she wears? Literally and figuratively. What are her strange powers and how did she aquire them? But most of all why does she seem strangly familiar to an unlikely pair of hashira ; Like a ghost from the past who might have been better off staying buried.

《Shes the sister of Sanemi and Genya》

Warnings: slight angst, slight swearing

Masterlist~

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A cold breeze brushed past you. The chimes that hung from the mask covering your face rung out a gentle song. It played for a long time, gracing the trees and the wild life in the field you stood in.

You were waiting.

What for? You didnt know. Your mind seemed hazy. But you were sure you would find out soon.

Destiny? Or the Dark?

The future? Or your past?

Which would you face and could you survive long enough to see its outcome, to see the end?

Your ending.

The play that was your life was cruel but never dull. Perhaps sometimes you wished that your life could have been dull. Could have been so painfully boring that at times you would wish for ritches or to live in the fanciest house, but you would be happy nontheless.

A family. With nice parents and your siblings. Your eldest brother would give you away on your wedding day, albet reluctantly, and the rest would cry with tears of joy ; because you would be marrying someone good, someone who was as far from the person your father was as you could get.

It was all a dream, you knew that, but just the thought comforted you nontheless. The wind was chilly but your heart felt warm and for a moment you felt free. Free of your past, free of your future, of your destiny and the darkness. You were just in the moment, in the now, the present.

But like all good things your peace of mind soon came to an abrupt end. Stopping in its tracks before you could fall any father into some sort of semblance of normality.

And you remebered where you were. Where you really were. And what you were doing.

Running.

Running away from the place that haunted you, that captured and tourtured you. And the blood on your hands became clearer, the way it splattered across your face and covered your body head to toe. Everything came all at once. Everything came back to you all at once.

And then nothing.

It went black.

A face of a person aproaching you was all you saw before your vision faded and then you were plunged into darkness. You had almost thought for a split second that it had been your eldest brother, that with the persons same white hair, but that would have been too lucky, too easy, for someone like you. Fate would not have allowed such a thing.

Voices of those you had met throughout your life played in your mind, rang in your ears as your body did what it could to keep you occupied while fighting to repare itself from the damage it had sustained.

Your body burned with heat and fever and you awoke in a layer of sweat that coated your whole body. You woke confused, in a place you did not recognise. A ceiling that did not resemble the dark grey one you knew so well was replaced with a plain white one. And what you were lying on was definitely far from the cold stone ground you were used to. A soft bed layered with mounds of blankets thrown over you and more pillows than you would ever need in a life time cushioning your head.

It was strange. You didnt know this place in the slightest, where were you? You werent sure if you could even move your body all that much to cheak, but soon that didnt matter as all your memories of what had happened before you passed out came rushing back to you and you shot straight up in the bed.

Turning quickly, you leaned over the side of it as your stomach lurched from the images that flashed through your mind in a blur. You retched and gaged until a few girls who seemed to be doctors or nurses of some sort came rushing into the room in a panic.

When you turned to look at the four who had just entered the room you recognised one to be the woman who you had seen approaching you before blacking out. You wanted to say something but your throat burned from the acid in your stomach after being sick. Even if it didnt, you knew you couldnt talk anyway, you hadnt been able to since you were very young. You also needed water desperately, having said that when one of the girls handed you a glass of water you were hesitant to take it.

You had had your fair share of trusting people you shouldnt have and you werent going to do it again. You had enough for one lifetime and now you would only rely on yourself. Your throat felt scratchy and continued to burn ever worse but you swatted the young girls hand away in retaliation. This was nothing, a little discomfort wouldnt get you to make a mistake like 'that' again.

You shuddered at the thought.

The white haired woman sat down on a chair next to your bed while the three young girls went about cleaning the mess you had made like they were used to it. The woman regarded you with a small bow. Something about her eyes made you nervous. Nevertheless she was probably the most beautiful woman you had seen in your life, that made you let your guard down ever so slightly. And when you caught yourself out for it, instead of making you more comfortable it just made you more stressed.

You didnt bow back but she didnt seem to be offened by it. If you did bow to her you somehow got the feeling that it would have made her uneasy aswell anyway. Then she spoke for the first time, in a silky smooth voice. It was soft like a lullaby and you couldnt help your mind from wandering to wondering what she would sound like if she sang.

"I know you must be very alarmed right now. But its alright you can relax, your safe now. Even if you dont fully trust me thats fine, i understand"

You stared in silence.

She continued with a sigh, bowning once again but this time lower, her hands rested on her knees, her head inches away

"Im so sorry that i did not arrive in time, if i had maybe i could have done something. I know nothing i say now will ease your pain, that all my words are just empty regrets but i pray you will be able to find comfort here and let go of any troubles you bare."

What the hell was this woman on about? She seemed to know your situation, what had happened to you, but how? Wouldnt the normal reaction be to accuse you from what she found? Was she in her right mind? Just who was this lady that she was fully on your side after seeing a bunch of dead bodies and solely you left alive running away from them? Covered in blood at that.

One of the three girls who looked like triplets lit a small candle on your bedside table and you were able to get a better look at the woman's face. It seemed that your earlier assumption was correct. Even in the dim light of the moon peaking through the windows it reflected off her snowy white hair and pale skin.

Now with the light of the candle it gave her a sence of warmth and familiarity rather than an aura of a cold and chilly woman with deep icey blue eyes. You subconsciously let your fingers run along some of the features of your own face wondering if anyone could ever see you that way. Of course, you wore a mask most of the time anyway so people would hardly know what you looked like underneath to even form an opinion. Even if they did you didnt know if you really wanted to know what it was.

Soon realising the fox mask you treasured was no longer covering your face, you looked around ferociously before noticing it layed out on the bedside table next to the now lit candle. You picked it up and traced your fingers along its groves before placing it back on your face once again, chimes clinking as you did so. Not feeling full without it.

Only then did you also realise that it was deep in the night. Dawn had just been breaking when you passed out so how long had you been asleep for? A day? Longer? And you still did not know where you were.

This all felt too familiar to a certain memory and it was starting to piss you off.

Seemingly reading your mind you got a few answers to your questions the next time the woman with the white hair spoke.

"You must be confused, i see that. I forgot to introduce myself, how rude of me. My name is Amane Ubuyashiki."

And then it clicked. You knew that name, you had heard it before from the man who had raised you, a retired hashira. Kagaya Ubuyashiki was the master of the demon slayer corps and Amane Ubuyashiki was his wife, or so he had said. So is that where you were, some base of the demon slayer corps? You now understood why she bowed to you like she did, she must have been feeling guilty about what happened to you but you didnt know how to feel.

Right now you couldnt feel much of anything. Or you felt so much that it all just blended together and you couldnt call it anything distinct. Maybe your mind was trying to conceal your true emotions for fear of what they would do to you. Lady Ubuyashiki continued as if seeing the cog wheels moving in your head and the information linking together.

"I see you know who i am. Thats good, then im sure you also know that my husband is the head of the demon slayer corps and that is where you are now. This is the Butterfly Masion." She then gestured to the three girls who had finished cleaning up, now layering more blankets across the end of the bed and fluffing pillows.

"Let me introduce you. These girls are Naho, Kiyo and Sumi, they, along with the caretaker Aoi, the insect Hashira owning this estate, Shinobu and her Tsuguko, Kanao, will be taking care of you until you fully recover. If you need anything just ask them."

She gently placed a quill and paper onto the bedside table as she said this. She must have already been told by one of the girls who treated you that you werent able to speak, if the deep scar that ran along your throat wasnt a tell-tale sign enough. You fiddled with the bandages that looped around some scrapes and gashes on one of your arms.

As you did this you couldnt help but wonder what she, Amane Ubuyashiki, was doing here. Couldnt one of the girls who was taking care of you explain all that? Was it guilt that was fueling all these actions of hers? You had heard that the leaders of the demon slayer corps were compassionate from the old hashira who took you in but you had never thought it was to this extent. You had some idea as to why you had been taken in by the demon slayer corps after they found you but where were you ment to go from here? Recover and then what?

"Become a demon slayer"

Your head shot up at her words.

Had you heard correctly? Become a demon slayer? You? You had always been told to stay away from becoming one. That you shouldnt because it was dangerous and you could be killed. But after what you had gone through it didnt sound as crazy any more. What really was the difference between humans and demons? To you they were all the same. Wheather it was humans you fought or demons, you would win.

Because your world was a world where it was either kill or be killed.

Live or die.

And you sure as hell had come too far, gone through too much shit to back down now. You couldnt take revenge on the world you were born into but you did take revenge on the ones who killed the people who called you family like you were of their own blood. Thats what the situation this woman, Amane Ubuyashiki, found you after. Passed out and covered in blood and wounds from head to toe.

But what about your family who was of your own blood? You had never gotten revenge for them. Back then you were far too weak to kill demons and most of all you were far too pure of heart back then to go killing anyone for that matter.

But now it was different.

Now your hands had been stained with blood and you were no longer the weak child you once were when you left that hut. When you left the safe confines of the second home you had been raised in by the old hashira. When you left full of hope on a warm spring day to find your own path in life but now you have ended up back on the path that you left and never dared go down because of that mans warning.

Only this time you were stained in the blood of those who wronged you and the light in your eyes had faded out completely once and for all, leaving only a retched heart and a hollow soul. This time you would dare yourself to go down that path.

But not for a noble reason or even a normal one.

There was only one thing you wanted now. Only one thing you had to know.

If killing makes you a monster.

Then demons must be monsters.

But if you kill a monster does that make you one as well?

Most people would call you a hero. But are there really such things as heros?

Those are all lies. The truth is...

Thats the price you have to pay.

For revenge.

Throw away your humanity and become a monster.

At the very least...

You wont become a demon.

Snapping out of your thoughts you noticed the three younger identical girls Naho, Kiyo and Sumi had all seemingly vacated the room by this point. You turned your attention back to the wife of the demon slayer corps master. Her facial expression remained composed but you could see her eyes filled with something akin to worry and or pity in the flickering of the candle light.

Dropping her head slightly and sighing once again she got up from where she was sat, turning to leave as she started "I apologise, that was abrupt of me. Please dont feel presured to respond right now, just focus on getting bet-"

Before she could make it too far out of reach you grabbed her hand. You could tell that you didnt need words for her to understand what you ment. Maybe it was the tightness of your grip on her or the unusual detemination in your usually lifeless eyes, but either way she returned your gesture with a small smile.

She didnt say anything else, other than patting your head as if in some sort of reasurance or comfort, before she got to the door of the room.

"I hope that sometime, even if its not soon, even if its in the distant future, you will be able to rely not only on me but also on our demon slayer corps."

With those last words she left you alone in the dark room that was only aluminated by the small candle light, which blew out curtly with the closing of the door.

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A demon.

It was one of your earliest memories.

Not the first...but early enough.

How old had you been then? Maybe around seven?

You had always been chasing after your elder brothers back then. Wanting to help in any way you could. They had shielded you plenty times before when your father would get into one of his moods and take it out on you or your younger siblings in a fit. You couldnt shield your elder brothers like that but you could do other things to help. If they would just let you that is. Or rather, if your eldest brother would let you.

You were forever trying to carry and haul stuff to sell like they did but you had unfortunately inherited your mothers small frame which showed even as a child. Of course, that in no way ment you were weak, rather, you powered through out of spite, when they told you not to hurt yourself trying to lift something, just to make a point.

Your mother, despite her small stature, wasnt weak either. While you couldnt shield your elder brothers, she could and she did. She protected them, all of you, no matter the cost, even if it ment her getting hurt. Maybe she felt guilty for bringing you all into a world where you needed to be protected from your own father, raising you in a home that wasnt fully safe. She never let it show though, if she was sad or angry, she always wore a small smile donning her soft features.

You couldnt do what your mother did, couldnt protect your older brothers or wear a constant smile while hiding your own emotions, not back then at least. But still, you helped, although it couldnt have been said that you helped an awful lot. You would get tired afterwards and have to sit in the merchant cart full of things to sell pulled by your eldest brother. Maybe you could have done more, been more useful if your eldest brother hadnt been forever telling you not to help and to go play with your other, younger, siblings.

But of course you thought you had some sort of responsibility as the third oldest out of all your siblings. After all, the two eldest, Sanemi and Genya, were always looking after and protecting you all and your second brother was only a year older than you anyway. You did what you could but instead you ended up opting for cooking for everyone instead.

Since your father had been killed thanks to his own stupid personality, your mother, as well as your two eldest brothers, had to make the money instead. That ment your mother got back home late at night and was almost falling asleep while trying to cook for everyone. So you went around to anyone in the village who knew how to cook, house wives, shop owners of cafes or the nice old chef from the small restaurant on the corner and begged them to teach you how to cook.

It started off small, you wanted to learn how to at least cook well enough to make something edible. Soon with alot of hard work, for a seven year old, you got used to your own job in providing, taking care of and protecting your siblings and your mother.

Your family.

Those were some of your earliest memories.

But those ones arent the ones you were talking about. There was no such demon in those memories, unless you count your late father that is.

You wished that was true, you really did. He earned the title demon, not your mother. No matter what she did, no matter what happened to her, you would never call her a demon. Although you suposed others wouldnt agree with you, she had in fact been turned into one. One of those creatures. Slaughtering her own children, her own family against her will. Yes, against her will not the will of what she had become, what she had been driven to, turned into.

You all stayed inside the house, waiting for your eldest brother to return with her. That was when it happened, it was all so fast. One second everyone was rushing to welcome your mother home, the next red painted your vision and blood covered the room. You had run to welcome your mother as well but ended up stopping after hearing your second brother, Genyas, shouts to stop and stay put. Your siblings didnt.

It was probably thanks to him, Genya, that you ended up surviving, albet that didnt mean you hadnt gotten seriously injured. You remembered lying face down in a pool of blood, wheather it was yours or your siblings you couldnt tell. Looking back on it, it was probably a mix of both. The shock in your body stilled you from moving, moving to feel what the source of the pain in your neck was.

Instead you felt your brothers trembling hands press something akin to fabric against your neck. His cries and shouts faded away as he ran for help. You didnt want to be left alone then, you were scared but you couldnt say anything. When you tried the pain in your neck seared and an odd gurgling sound was produced instead of words.

Your head had started to feel fuzzy, you were probably loosing too much blood. But with the adrenaline now finally starting to course through your body, as it went into survival mode, you were able to push yourself onto your knees. Taking with you the piece of torn bedsheet your brother had placed on your neck to try and stifle the bleeding. Then you stood up fully.

Not only were you not in your right mind, your vision also started to fade and became tunnled. You dont remember most of what happened after that, it was probably the blood loss but you managed to haul yourself out of your house and into the woods, fading in and out of conciousness as you went. You wanted to leave the house to look for your brother, you didnt want to be left alone, but with the lack of blood you couldnt think properly.

Even if you could think straight you didnt think your body would have listened very well anyways. You only remember bits and pieces after that, while fading in and out, tredding through snow in the dark night. Even so, the moon shone down and eluminated the redness that trailed behind you. Holding the small piece of bedsheet fabric flush against your neck you could safely assume it was no longer the same colour as the snow that surrounded you.

A noise echoed in the near distance, but you didnt waver, you couldnt do a thing. You couldnt utter a sound never mind scream for help, you didnt even know where you were or where you were going never mind finding the source of the sound. You didnt even know if that was someone who could help or was a person at all. Nevertheless fragmented pieces of a figure not too far away in the distance from you stood still, regarding you cautiously.

Whatever it was seven year old you had plenty of fight, will, left but didnt have any strength in your body to back it up. A final ditch effort to take a few more steps forward towards whatever the hell that thing was was all it took before...nothing.

It wasnt the first time in your life that you had been met with darkness. You had often passed out after another of your fathers mood swings but this time felt different. This time felt more peaceful, a comforting sort of peace as if it was telling you that it was okay if you wanted to stay forever. That you didnt have to go back out into the harsh world anymore and endure. It sounded tempting, you wanted to stay, you really did but then you felt something, something familiar.

A hand.

Whose hand was it?

Your mothers?

One of your elder brothers?

That was it.

It felt like the warm touch of your eldest brother patting your head, or taking your temperature when you grew ill.

You had woken up to that touch every time you had passed out before and it was always a welcome feeling, a welcome sight. You wanted to feel that warmth again, see your brother again. See everyone again.

All you had to do was wake up.

You awoke once again to that hand on your forehead. You tried to snuggle further into it but it was quickly removed and you were instead met with the sound of furious shuffling. You opened your eyes to see a boy, quite a young one, he couldnt have been any older than your eldest brother. He regarded you with his shining deep blue eyes, his black hair falling over them, before pressing a cold wet cloth to your forehead.

"So shes awake" an elderly voice spoke from the corner of the room where the door was.

Two more people entered the room. One with orange hair and purple eyes who looked the same age as the boy next to you. The other man was much older. He reminded you of the old chef from your village who helped to teach you how to cook. Often times you had liked to pretend that he was your grandfather, even if that wasnt really true it was a nice thought, a comforting one. You guessed you never really grew out of that habit. The pretending. But you were afraid if you didnt reality would be too much to bear.

When you were young you would hear stories of demons from other children, from bedtime tales, and then when you couldnt sleep at night because of the monster in the closet and those scary tales, your mother would tell you it simply wasnt real.

But then you grow up. You find out that that was the lie. That they are real. And if theyre real, if theyre not pretend, then why should what you make up in your mind be any less real to you.

"She just woke up" the boy with blue eyes next to you answered the elderly man.

The elderly man kneeled down next to you on the oposite side of the blue eyed boy before swatting him away to get fresh water for the cloth on your forehead. The orange haired boy who had briefly left the room came back in with a pail of warm water and a bunch of fresh cloths, seemingly for any wounds you had sustained.

The elderly man wore a strange red mask and a blue haori with a cloud pattern. You couldnt see his face from underneath the mask but his voice was gruff and aged, sounding as if he had an answer to every question. You got the feeling he was somewhat of a wise old man.

You didnt know where you were, but you werent scared. Maybe you were too exhausted to be scared. Whatever the case you felt an unusual calm. Maybe it was the lingering ghostly feeling of a warm hand on your forehead or how the boy from before reminded you of your eldest brother. Or even how the elderly man reminded you of the old chef from your village.

You shouldnt have been feeling calm in this situation, it was as if your body woudnt let you remember all the bad stuff until it got well enough physically for you to be able to handle that reality mentally. The reality that everything you had ever known your whole life had been stripped away from you in one night, one second, one action.

Your body started to sweat more, you definitely had a fever, you could feel it coursing throughout your body now. You hadnt given the state of your body and how it felt any notice before due to the unknown environment you awoke in. Your head had probably been hurting the whole time as well but now it was pounding so hard it made you noticeably wince.

"Easy child...here" the old man took notice and ever so gently lifted a bamboo water ladel up to your mouth. The cold liquid sliped past your chapped lips slowly enough for you to be able to drink properly without choking on it. You realised how thirsty you actually were, you hadnt noticed that before either.

"Dont be afraid, your safe here, this is my house, nothing can get you here. My name is Sakonji Urokodaki, this is Sabito..." He gestured towards the boy with orange hair and purple eyes. His face contourted in a way that made his pretty features stand out even more, highlighting his beauty. He smiled in greeting with a little nod in your direction.

The boy with blue eyes and black hair from before entered the room once again, this time with more cold water for the cloth on your forehead. The man called Urokodaki gestured once again, this time towards that boy as he set the pail down near you.

"This is Tomioka Giyuu, hes the one who found you, or rather saved you. He found you walking alone in the snowy mountains, do you remember that?"

You didnt feel obligated to answer as the question sounded rather retorical, instead you opted to slightly move your head side to side from where you lay. You were instantly glad you hadnt tried to talk because after you shook your head a sharp pain originating from your throat shot through your nervous system. You flinched from the sensation and clutched your hand into a tight fist to try and relieve it somewhat. You now understood just why Mister Urokodaki had been so gentle when giving you water earlier.

Slowly you brought your hand up to where you felt the pain, gliding the tips of your fingers gently across your neck you became keenly aware of an unusual pattern across it. You felt as if you had just woken up fully since you had opened your eyes a few minutes ago. Running your fingers back along your neck once again you felt something prickly, almost sharp, running in a long line across it in a pattern of X's.

You hissed internally as it started to burn when you continued the motion after several times. The old man next to you watched from behind his mask for a long while before sending both of the younger boys out, leaving only you and him in the room now. Gently he coerced your hand away from your neck and back down to your side.

You looked up at him from where you lay, frightened for the first time since you awoke. Most of what happened the night before returned to you in fragmented pieces. Alot of it was foggy due to the blood loss. Had it only been one night since then? A day? Longer? It was bright outside from what you could tell, just how long had passed. Was everyone alright?

Your mother, elder brothers and younger siblings. Were they all okay, had they survived? You had seen with your own eyes how badly they had all been injured, all but your older brother Genya who ran for help. You didnt even know about your eldest brother, Sanemi, since he had gone after the thing that attacked you all. He was strong but could he have really survived that. Even if he did he would be gravely injured and could have succumbed to those injuries later on.

You started to hyperventilate, panicing now as the memories of seening your family slaughtered before your eyes returned. Along with wondering if there was an unlikely chance anyone was even left alive besides you. You tried to get up but your body felt like lead. You managed to push yourself up onto your forearms before you were stopped in your tracks by Mister Urokodaki, your efforts in vain.

"Breathe...breathe" he gathered up the cloth on your forehead, replacing it with a new one. As your mind slowly calmed down once again, you heard the quiet crackling of the fire from the hearth in the living room. It reminded you of home, when you used to sit everyday by that fire and cook meals over it for your family.

Glimpsing it just ouside the door to the room as you turned your head in its direction, you imagined yourself sitting by it, working away. A few of your siblings sat watching near you but not so close that they could get burned by the flames. The rest played farther behind you or outside just within your line of sight, waiting until you called them in for supper.

The family that you would never cook for again, never see again. It was like everything was normal, everything in the world was the same but they were gone and no one cared. You would live in that world knowing that the people who made the world worth living in were gone forever and you had no way of stopping it or getting them back. The fire would continue to crackle and burn brighter but it would never be used again. Never again would you look down on it with a smile, only quenching it with the tears that flowed down unto it from your eyes.

You were completely alone.

Your eyes streamed and poured and you wanted to hide your face in the pillow and scream your lungs out but even if you did you were afraid no sound would come out. All you could do was writhe in the old mans arms in agony until you were too tired to continue. He let you do so, patting your head so softly, so gently you would think you were something to be treasured and not just a now mute and orphaned child. A child who had no worth or value and no one who loved her any longer.

You lived to the best of your ability for the next year of your life and the memories slowly started to fade evermore. The pain remained but even that began to waver in time as you were showered in a new warmth, a new love. In time you learned about what it was that attacked your family that night. Mister Urokodaki called it a demon. You could only assume who it had been before it was turned, yet you refrained from doing so in spite of already knowing the answer deep down.

You got along with the two older boys, Giyuu and Sabito quite well as you all bonded over your unfortunate yet fortunate circumstances. It may have also helped with the fact that they were the same age as your eldest brother. You learned that when Giyuu found you he had been running away from some of his own village's people who branded him as mentally ill when he told them about his sister being killed by a demon.

It happened on the same night your family were killed and his village was only a short distance from yours as well. They were both connected by that mountain so it had been a lucky and coincidental meeting when he saved you. Although you just hoped the demon that had gotten your family hadnt been the same one that got his.

For a years time the two boys trained to become demon slayers guided by Mister Urokodaki. You often liked to observe some of their practice sessions. Although most of the time you were kept away as they took place in the harsh snowy mountains and you were still recovering.

You had been seen by quite a few doctors but none could say for certain that you would ever be able to talk again within your lifetime. Your voice box had been severed from the injury you sustained along your neck during the attack. You would be lying if you said you were surprised, if all the time you werent allowed to talk while recovering wasnt a good enough hint.

Soon Giyuu and Sabito left for their final exam, where if they passed they would get to become official demon slayers, part of the Demon Slayer Corps. You watched the both of them go, you remember it so vividly. Waving them off with Mister Urokodaki as Giyuu gave a polite wave back, his eyes still held a light of childhood innocence. Sabito waved as well before ruffling Giyuus hair harshly, both of them donned in Mister Urokodakis students signature warding fox masks, to protect them from harm.

A bit ironic, if you did say so yourself, considering you rarely ever removed yours in the years after this memory.

You wondered back then when you would get to wear one of those masks, when you would be the one waving goodbye to Mister Urokodaki as you set off to your own final exam instead of being the one left behind. Only what you didnt know then as you watched their backs fade away into the distance, as the sun set behind the hills, was that only one would return alive.

Giyuu returned not long after bearing the news, Sabitos signature patchwork haori in hand. It was like another of your siblings had been taken from you by demons. As if the first time hadnt been enough for one lifetime. Giyuu, Sabito and you had been together for a whole year, through thick and thin. You helped each other come to terms with what happened to you and they fervently took care of you as you recovered. They made you feel like you didnt need to be able to speak out loud to have someone understand you, as well as understand how you felt inside.

Now Sabito was gone and with him went the last of the light in Giyuu's eyes, the innocence and his childhood. Now instead of a sparkling blue they were dull, almost grey, like the cold sea after a storm. Giyuu had been deeply affected by Sabitos passing, to put it nicely. Sabito had been the strongest slayer in their final exam, he had gotten rid of every demon on that mountain except for one.

The one that kept killing all of Mister Urokodakis kids, his other students that came before them, your predecessors. But Sabito had been so horrified by what he found out that he had gotten killed. All the demon slayers survived and passed the exam because of him, Giyuu included, according to him.

Giyuu only came back to tell you both the unfortunate news, he now had to go out into the world and fulfill his duties as a demon slayer. You wanted to give him something before he left, now not knowing if you would ever see him again after he walked out that door. With what happened to Sabito, you didnt want to think about it but, you knew it was a very likely reality. Gathering the haori Giyuu had brought back with him you got to work.

Your stitching skills werent as good as your cooking but you thought they should suffice for something as simple as this. Back home, one of your other siblings or mother would always be the ones to fix any clothes that needed it but you had learned all the same.

Saying goodbye to someone is one of the hardest things to do. Especially when you cant be sure you'll ever see that person again in this lifetime. Hugs were shared and heads were patted, gifts exchanged and tears shed. You hugged Giyuu so tightly you thought your arms would break. You might not have let go if Mister Urokodaki hadnt persuaded you to let go to give him your present.

Out of a small undecorated box the blue eyed boy pulled out a half red, half patchwork haori. Half of the fabric being his sisters, the other, Sabitos. You werent sure if he'd like it but you thought he would want to keep both of them close in some way as a sign of remeberance. That was if you knew him well and having been with him for a year you were pretty sure you could safely say that you did.

In return you earned a small pat on the head and a soft smile that reminded you of your older brother, as well as a present of your own. A small silver windchime attached to a (f/c) ribbon. It sawyed back and forth in the slight wind and rung out a beautiful melody, one you wouldnt forget anytime soon.

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You should have been nervous, echos ricocheted from the sound of your feet hitting the steps up to the entrance. You should have been terrified, with all you had gone through, with losing your family at a young age, to be entering this place. But you weren't. It was almost laughable, hysterical. You felt eerily calm, like when you first awoke in Mister Urokodakis house after your family was slaughtered and you were brought back from the brink of death.

The tips of your fingers ghosted over the scar that ran along your throat and you winced even though it had long since healed. As you ascended to the gates of the final examination of the demon slayer corps. You would finally quell the itch that was your constant crave for vengence.

For everything.

For what happened to you.

For what happened to your family.

For what happened to your friends.

It wasnt only that thought that calmed you though. The chimes that hung from your fox mask, the one that is suposed to ward off bad luck, as ironic as that sounded now, they sounded out through the air like they had done many a time before. They played the same tune they always did.

The tune they played when you first got them. The tune they played when you were at your lowest and when you decided your path in this life. It was always the same sound, the only thing that stayed consistent in this messed up box this world stuck you in. And it brought you back down to earth like it had done over and over repeatedly.

Only this time, hopefully, the path you wished to travel from the start, the path of vengence, for your family, would be wide open and finally ready for the taking.

☆☆☆

What mysterious past does Y/n have that we dont know about yet? 🤔

What situation did Amane Ubuyashiki find her in?

What happened to the people who treated her like she and they were blood related?

Come back for part 2 to find out🤗 (if i ever get around to making it that is)

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa #genya shinazugawa #giyuu tomioka #kimetsu no yaiba #kny x reader #kny sabito

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ask-the-kochou-siblings · 1 year

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STAR WATCHING

warning:hah you thought!

fluff

includes:Sabito x NB Y/n, Rengoku x NB! Y/n, Giyuu x NB! Y/n, Muzan x NB! Y/n, Yoriichi x NB! Y/n, Kokushibo x NB! Y/n, star watching, getting married to NB! Y/n!

NB! Y/n:

Sabito

Hey NB! Y/n... how are you? Sabito asked kindly I’m great! But what’s up with that face? You would ask Sabito. Well um.... I was wondering if you would like to uhm... go star watching with me tonight? You said yes as he dragged you to the field of flowers a few minutes later he thought it was the moment to ask you he bent down on one knee and pulled out a little black box you turned to him and gasped he then opened the box with a ring inside. NB! Y/n will you marry me? Later on you said yes and started to jump on him. I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SABITO! Sabito picked you up and then You both ended the day with a loving long kiss!

Yoriichi

You walked to Yoriichi and pecked at his cheek. Okay okay I get it! He pecked at your lips. Hellooo lovely! You then went outside to water the flowers. In the afternoon you went with Yoriichi to see uta. At night Yoriichi took you out for star watching. Right now at midnight. Babe it’s midnight we should go inside you turned to go inside until you heard him bend down on one knee and pull out a small little black box the you gasped to see the ring he opened it to be ofc you said yes you wanted him to be the love of your life but forever you walked inside and ended the day with kisses and cuddles

dude I am so laz-

lazy bitch

SHUT UP NB! Y/N anywho I am lazy so I will finish this later!

@ask-giyuu-the-gym-teacher I hope you enjoy these two

#yoriichi x reader #Yoriichi fluff #sabito x reader #sabito fluff #kokushibo x reader #kokushibo fluff #muzan x reader #Muzan fluff #rengoku x reader #rengoku fluff #giyuu x reader #giyuu fluff #nb y/n #fluff #kny fluff #Cute #kny #loves it

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tengensbunny · 1 year

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𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞 (𝐚𝐝𝐣) - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜➩ 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ➩ 𝘈 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘈𝘜 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 [𝘧/𝘯] 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ➩ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐠. 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚, 𝐭.𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢, 𝐤.𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮, 𝐬. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐨 (𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩), 𝐤. 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝐤. 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮, 𝐢. 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢, 𝐡. 𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢

➩ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝟏𝟖+

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

Another sigh escaped the girl’s lips as she glanced down at the amount she needed to pay or else their electricity would be cut off. Staring at the bolded red numbers in dismay, she mentally crunched the numbers in her head -trying to see if she had enough tuition money for the upcoming spring semester.

“Morning Ne-san!” Muichirou cheered, placing a kiss against his older sister’s head. She smiled returning the gesture.

“Sleep well Mui-kun?” she asked, folding the documents in half before hiding them under her plate.

“Yup!” he responded, popping the p, while rummaging through the cabinets for his favorite cereal.

“Are you going grocery shopping today? Can you pick up some more Cinnamon Toast Crunch for me?”

“Sure, text me if Yui-kun needs anything too! I’m off for work.” placing her dishes in the sink, she placed a swift kiss against Muichirou’s forehead before making her way out the door.

Completely forgetting about the bills she was hiding, Muichirou reached over to look at the folded documents. A frown tugging at his lips at the brightly stamped letters at the top of every page.

“What’s that?” Yuichirou asked, stealing a couple bites from his twin’s bowl of cereal.

“Do you think we should get a job?”

“What? Where did that come from all of a sudden?” Yuichiro asked, his mouth full of cereal.

Muichirou ignored his brother’s bad table manners and showed him the stack of bills in his hands.

“What the fuck?”

The pillars sat in comfortable silence among each other as they waited for the last members to arrive for their meeting. They were currently seated in a coffee shop that one of Giyuu’s old mentors owned, waiting for Rengoku and Uzui to show up.

All eyes glanced towards the door at the sound of the bell ringing. Their eyes came across a petite girl with long brown hair and light blue eyes.

“Sorry I’m late!” she called out, sliding her apron on as she made her way behind the counter.

“She’s so cute!” Mitsuri exclaimed, her eyes continuing to watch the girl as she worked behind the counter.

“She’s got a lovely smile.” Shinobu added on, resting her chin on her hand.

“[f/n] can you take those customer’s orders?” Eiji, the store manager, asked as he gestured towards the now 8 people who were seated.

“Sure!”

She smiled making her way over to the 8 with a pen and notebook in hand. “Are you guys ready to order?”

“What do you recommend?” Rengoku asked, his eyes never leaving the menu. Making her way towards the male, she leaned down to point out their most popular drinks and pastries.

Rengoku couldn’t help but lean closer to the girl as her strawberry scented shampoo wafted up his nose. She smells nice.

“Okay, I’ll have the House Coffee with a slice of Strawberry Short Cake.” he ordered, folding his menu neatly before handing it to the girl.

As she wrote the order, Uzui couldn’t help but admire the girl’s side profile. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say the girl was a model.

After taking each person’s orders, she headed back to the kitchen to start preparing the various beverages and pastries.

“Can I get you guys anything else?” she smiled sweetly at the 8 of them as she finished handing them their orders.

“I think we’re good here.” Shinobu answered, “Thank you very much.” she smiled, slipping a $50 bill in the girl’s apron.

“Just let me know if you guys need anything else.”

Just as she was about to leave, Sanemi’s elbow accidentally nudged Giyuu’s arm. The contents of his cup splashing onto the girl.

She dropped the server plate from the pain as the hot contents of his mug spilled all over her bare legs.

“P-please excuse me.” she whimpered, making her way towards the employee break room. Not giving Giyuu a chance to apologize.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she continued to dab at her now blistering skin. She tried her best to stop herself from screaming out in pain by biting her lip.

“Here let me help.” Shinobu was gentle when taking the damp wash cloth out of the girl’s hand. Carefully, she dabbed at the blistered skin to clean the remaining splotches of coffee off.

Rummaging through the first aid kit, she applied the burn cream before wrapping her legs with some bandages.

Shinobu couldn’t help, but admire how smooth her legs felt beneath her touch.

“Thank you.” the girl sniffled, using the back of her hand to wipe her tear stained face.

“My friend is really sorry for what happened, and if you’d like, he really wants to make it up to you.” Shinobu explained, taking her hands into her own as a sign of comfort.

“It’s okay, he doesn’t need to make it up to me. It was an accident.”

“I insist sweetie, he feels terrible about what happened and he’ll only feel better about it if you let him treat you out.”

“Okay.”

Giyuu stayed at the coffee shop until your shift was over. Despite the meeting ending hours ago, he opted to stay at the coffee shop to make sure that you were alright for the remainder of your shift.

“Ready to go?” he asked, once you came out of the break room with your regular clothes on.

“Yes! Are you sure you’re not busy? You don’t need to treat me out, I know what happened was an accident.”

There was a small blush on your face as he wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you towards the door.

“Yes.”

“Woah,” you breathed out, upon entering the building. “Are you going to grab something from your room or something?” you asked, still marveling at the hotel lobby decorations.

“No. There’s a restaurant on the top floor, we’re going to eat there.” he murmured, sliding his personal card to access the VIP elevator. Too distracted by her surroundings, she failed to realize that this is one of the resorts Giyuu owned.

“Ah Tomioka-sama, table for two?” the hostess greeted once they entered the waiting room.

“Yes please.”

“The usual spot?” she asked while grabbing the menus.

“Yes.”

“I know you said you wanted to treat me out, but this place is kind of over the top you know? I’d be fine with just some street food.” she shyly fidgeted in her seat, feeling slightly out of place in the high class restaurant.

“After what I did to you, you deserve it.” he answered, placing his hand on top of hers as a sign of comfort. “Again, I’m really sorry about earlier.”

“It’s okay, it’s not the first time it’s happened.”

Giyuu was slightly taken back by the gentleness of her smile. There was no doubt about it. She was someone who smiled to make others feel better about themselves, even if she was hurting inside. He admired that.

“Tell me about yourself.” Giyuu asked, while the two of you waited for your orders.

“Theres not that much to know… I’m 18, I go to the University of Tokyo, and I have 2 younger twin brothers who are my world.”

His own lips curved into a smile at the bright smile that had appeared on her face once she mentioned her brothers.

“And your parents? What do they do for a living?”

“Oh, my parents died in a plane crash when I was still in high school.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, it must be rough balancing school and work while trying to support your family.”

“It does get a little rough sometimes,” her voice was soft and there was a melancholy look in her eyes, “But if my parents taught me anything it was to, ‘Never give up, even when its hard and you feel like crying keep going. Good things always lie ahead’.

"Your parents must have been very wise.” Giyuu chuckled, thanking the waiter for their food.

“They were.” she smiled, reminiscing in the thought of her parents, “Do you eat here often? The staff here seem to recognize you very well.”

“Yes I do, I eat here with the others if they want to eat dinner while we have our meetings.” he explained.

“Oh, I see. If you don’t mind me asking what do you do for a living?”

“I own various water park resorts all over the world.” he answered, taking a bite out of his steak like his job was the most simple thing in the world.

Her fork fell out of her hand, clattering against her plate.

“So even, this one? The hotel we’re eating in right now?”

“Yes, I’m surprised you didn’t recognize any of us at the cafe.” he continued to chew away at the steak, marveling at how tender the meat was.

“I can’t believe I’m eating lunch with a Pillar.” she blushed, flustered at the fact that she had no idea who he was. “You guys were dressed more casual than the magazines I’ve seen you in.”

“We don’t dress like that all the time.” he smiled, dabbing the sides of his lips with the napkin. “Now that you understand who we are, I have a proposition for you.”

Not being able to muster up any kind of response, she simply nodded her head.

“There’s no doubt that each Pillar at that meeting fell in love with that charming personality of yours, myself included. And I think I have a solution for your financial needs and our personal ones.”

“Which is?”

“Do you know what a Sugar Baby is?

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 1

#demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #uzui tengen x reader #sanemi x reader #obanai x reader #mitsuri x reader #shinobu x reader #gyomei x reader #sabito x reader

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