#muichiro comfort

[metqnoiaxx]

hashiras react to your insecurities / angst to comfort, part 2

x gender neutral reader, part 2 of 3! 

part 1, part 3 - part 3 not yet posted, will add once it is!

a/n - i favorited sanemi SO MUCH in this so i am SOOO SORRY

⚠️ body images, insecurities ⚠️

Muichiro Tokito - insecure of looks

You sat silently on the engawa of your estate. You were a newly appointed hashira and everything was already weighing down on you so hard. When you went to your first meeting, everyone greeted you. Including Mitsuri and Shinobu. The two of them were both very beautiful. You felt horribly ugly in comparasion.

You wanted to cry and cry and cry.

You sat alone there for a few minutes until you heard someone approaching. You didn’t move, didn’t reach for your sword, didn’t do anything. 

“Y/n?”, a voice spoke.

You turned your head around and saw Muichiro entering the room. You didn’t respond to him. He sat down next to you and you just stared outside. It was silent for a few minutes, until something changed that.

“Are you okay?”, he asked.

Your expression changed to a shocked one for a second, before looking down at your lap in embarrassment. You were unsure about opening up to him before he spoke again.

“I know that you’re not.”

You hadn’t realized it, but you had been clenching your shoulders up. They slowly fell back to normal. 

“You can talk to me, y/n.”

You turned around to face him, still embarrassed. You began to pour your heart out to him, explaining how you felt miserable and ugly. How you couldn’t stop comparing yourself to the two of them. He stayed sitting there just listening to you.

You finished speaking, and without realizing, your eyes were watering. Tears falling down quickly. You didn’t even want to look at Muichiro. You were embarrassed, and too vulnerable.

All of a sudden, he reached out to you and pulled you into a hug, patting your head.

“Y/n…I think you’re really pretty. You shouldn’t compare yourself to them. You’ll always be beautiful to me, okay?”, he said to you. You were still sobbing into his chest, but then he brought his hands up to your cheeks and pulled you up to look at him. He was squeezing your cheeks just a little bit, while also wiping your tears. 

He softly smiled at you, a comforting feeling slowly resonating in you.

“Muichiro…hic..are you sure?”, you said, stuttering out a few words.

“Of course I am.”, he said, sternly, while running his fingers through your hair.

You stayed in his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around him.

everything about him was so comforting.

Tengen Uzui - insecure about body

You were alone at your shared home, with Tengen. The other wives had gone out shopping, you decided to stay inside. This perplexed all four of them. You have been acting much differently lately. Had they done something wrong? Tengen was confused and concerned, so he decided to sit you down and ask you about it. Delaying would be far too unflashy.

“Y/n? What is the matter? You’ve been behaving so...different.”, he said to you, trying to be very careful of the words he spoke.

“Nothing’s wrong, Tengen.”, you told him, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t lie to me, angel. It’s not very flashy…besides, I know that that is not the truth.”, he told you.

You let out a small sigh, knowing that the truth would have to come out sooner or later. 

Taking a bit of time, you slowly explained to him how you felt. Whenever you went out with the 4 of them, you saw all of these beautiful women. With pretty faces and perfect bodies. It made your gut and your heart hurt. Having to look in the mirror every morning and be disappointed.

After a few minutes, you finished explaining how you felt. You looked up to him and your eyes widened a bit. He was looking at you with a…unreadable expression. He was staring at you with shock, but to you it just looked like disgust. Now you felt worse about yourself.

You were getting too embarrassed and stood up to leave the room, tears in the corner of your eyes. But before you could leave, he grabbed your wrist and spun you around, stopping you from leaving..

“Y/n, how could you say that about yourself? That’s not true at all. You’re beautiful. Every part of you. We all think that, and we’ll never think otherwise.”, he told you. 

Yep, now you were crying.

You were still standing, but his words made you want to sit down and cry. So you did. You collapsed into his lap and he held you. He wiped away your tears and left soft kisses behind, comforting you even further. 

“It’s alright, darling.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa - insecure about scars (this can be read as platonic at the beginning)

“Hey, the hell’s going on with you?”, an interrupting voice said. You were sitting in your estate, until none other than the wind pillar walked in.

“Why aren’t you out training? Is it too hot outside? Come on. Don’t be such a chicken.”, he said to you. You sat with your back facing him. You weren’t responding to him, so he began to get annoyed. He began to walk around so he could face you.

“Hey? Did you hear me? I said-”

He stopped mid sentence upon seeing you. You looked so sad. Your nose was red and your eyes were so puffy. You’d been crying for a really long time. Sanemi’s expression softened upon seeing you. He wasn’t really sure what to do, so he just sat down next to you.

“Hey. What’s wrong?”, he asked you quietly, his voice much softer than before. He watched you as you pointed down to your legs and then at your arms. He hadn’t even realized that you had rolled your sleeves up. It took him a second, but then he realized what you were pointing at. 

Scars all over your body. After having to look at them again, you began to cry once more.

“Well what’s wrong with ‘em?”, he asked you. You took a minute, and then responded.

“I look ugly. Like..really really bad, Sanemi. I’ve had so many people tell me that no one wants to marry a woman with scars.”, you admitted to him. He stayed silent for a minute.

“That’s not true.”

“W-what?”, you asked.

“That isn’t true, y/n. You really are an idiot. You’re not ugly. And why are you even thinking about marriage? You’re a hashira.”, he told you. His words felt comforting for a second, but then they kinda felt like a slap to the face.

“I’m not going to be a demon slayer forever. I’m going to die one day. I don’t want to leave behind nothing. Who’s going to tell my story if I have no one left? I want to have a family someday. To be happy. To feel how it is to live without demons. But nobody is going to want to marry me.”, you explained to him.

Being as hashira was nice. Knowing you had strength and power. Saving lives. Saving families. It was all nice, but it didn’t make that empty feeling go away.

“I already told you, that isn’t true.”, he repeated.

“What are you talking about?”, you looked at him with a frustrated expression. As much as he wanted to get mad at you, he couldn’t. Not when you look like that. Nose all snotty and red from crying. Puffy eyes. Tears spilling. Just looking at you being that hurt made him feel horrible.

“You’re not ugly. These scars, the ones all along your body?”, he said, pointing at your exposed skin. “Yeah, they’re not ugly. You’re stupid if you think so. These scars make you who you are. They show your strength.”, he said, still tracing along them. Your cheeks grew a bit red from his contact.

“And maybe..maybe I know someone who would want to marry you someday.”, he said quietly.

“Who? Is it Tengen?”, you said between sniffles.

“NO!”, he yelled out, pretty loudly..

“I mean…no. Someone else.”, he said, his cheeks beginning to look like a tomato.

“Is it Rengoku?”, you asked him.

“NO! IT’S ME YOU IDIOT!”, he screamed. The two of you remained silent for a moment. You, trying to process what just happened. Him, trying to figure out why the hell that’s the way he confessed.

“Aw…you want to marry me, Sanemi?”, you asked sweetly. Your tears were long gone now.

“Shut it.”, he said coldly, turning away from you, trying to hide his heated face.

You plopped yourself down and laid your head in his lap. He immediately looked down at you, his face completely flushed. 

He wasn’t really sure what came over him, but all of a sudden, he grabbed your arms and pulled you up to kiss him. It was rough, but you felt a swirl of emotions inside you. The two of you pulled away, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Your scars aren’t ugly, dumbass.”

— end

word count - 1535

time spent - over an hour but i procrastinated like CRAZY on this

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[ghooostea]

there are so many wips I could finish but artblock has kept me from working on any of them, so of course I would draw a mini mui ꒰´꒳`∗꒱

#he's become a comfort character for me now #he's just so fun to draw #he's so baby #fanart #my art #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #muichiro tokito #demon slayer muichiro

[laluvlidovezgal]

CHANCE.

TW! implications of death.

bittersweet! melancholic

t. muichiro x f. reader

graciously requested by @muuumuiiii ! thank you so much for requesting, you sweet lovely lad<3

who would have anticipated it? the mist hashira, of all individuals, displaying a concern that surpassed anyone else's for you—the spirit pillar; a warrior whose technique came at the steep cost of a gradual erosion of your life.

THE MOON; THE BRIGHTEST PEARL SUSPENDED IN OUR VELVET SKY THAT FLOODED THE INKY DARKNESS WITH ITS SILVER GLOW.

a radiant disc it was. casting its ethereal glow upon the shadows of the night, while also heralding the relentless onslaught of a few infamous entities—demons.

a symbol of hope, this pale sentinel embodied a goddess-like presence, standing as a timeless guardian, observing the earth with an unwavering gaze as warriors valiantly battled the monstrous creatures scattered throughout.

above, the luminous orb commanded the vast expanse of stars, illuminating them all. yet, even in this peaceful night, two particular slayers found themselves immersed in the serenity, although one seemed burdened by a more pressing concern, far beyond the tranquility itself.

in a world where such creatures roamed, the perfect harmony would remain elusive.

thus, what purpose did survival serve if death constantly loomed, a persistent visitor at one's very doorstep?

well, the purpose of life is to be happy. or at least, that's what this young man believed.

said boy possessed an acute understanding of this belief, as if it had become ingrained in the very fabric of his being—an awareness that, perhaps, bordered on the excessive.

the sheer ecstasy of savoring every moment of existence, embracing its essence in its entirety, was undeniably a remarkable achievement—a feat that deserved to be celebrated with fervor.

thus, he found himself utterly incapable of comprehending—indeed, he never had—how she could nonchalantly dismiss the imminent cessation of her own existence, as if it were a trifling matter. the weight of her disregard for her own life gnawed at him, like a persistent ache that defied understanding.

..then again, had he been any different?

"—and…now you’re spacing out, again.”

ah, the sound of that melodious voice; both longed for and dreaded, resonated within him and snapped him out of his reverie. even though he had incessantly poured out his thoughts to her since he awakened from his coma, with her faithfully by his side, deep in slumber—despite her own exhaustion—she had remained.

as your words echoed in his ears, he shifted his gaze to meet your own—and oh, those eyes.

he would give anything to forever witness his own reflection in the depths of your eyes.

in a mesmerizing dance, your gazes intertwined; an exquisite tapestry woven with delicate threads of connection.

he couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer magnificence of your irises—their majesty akin to rare crystalline treasures, gleaming beneath the majestic canopy of the nocturnal sky.

as a gentle zephyr whispered sweet nothings, its delicate touch caressed their beings, a tender embrace from the invisible hands of nature. he watched, his eyelids descending to a half-closed state, surrendering to the enchanting symphony of the night.

the breeze, like a playful sprite, felt as if it alone, could carry away his worries and sorrows, dispersing them into the velvety darkness.

yet, amidst this reposeful tranquility, a question lingered in the depths of his soul, an enigma that remained elusive and enigmatic.

it was one of the few riddles that continued to elude his grasp, an enigmatic puzzle that defied comprehension, regardless of whether he had regained his former self or not.

why, he pondered ever so deeply, did your well-being hold such profound significance to him?

why did his heart ache with an inexplicable yearning to protect you, to ensure the radiance within you remained untouched by the shadows of the world? it was as if his very purpose revolved around safeguarding your light, shielding it from the encroaching darkness threatening to dim its brilliance.

no, he never intended to diminish your worth in any way.

on the contrary—he understood, with a profound certainty, that you’re fully capable of caring for yourself alone.

yet, despite his awareness, a veil of mystery draped over his consciousness—that of a delicate wisp of mist teasing the boundaries of his understanding. it remained tantalizingly close, yet perpetually out of his reach, an enigma that eluded his grasp.

similarly elusive was the faint, almost imperceptible yet weighty pang in his heart each time his gaze flickered to your bandages that dressed your wounds.

he struggled to fathom its origins, to decipher the emotions that coursed through him with every glance. was it concern, fear, or something different altogether?

of course, he chastised himself for overreacting. after all, you were healing, weren't you?

...right?

at least, that was the relentless mantra he repeated to himself, like a haunting melody, a lullaby of self-deception.

perhaps it was a lie he constructed, a defense mechanism to shield himself from the harsh reality. deep down, he knew all too well that you were pushing yourself to the brink, sacrificing fragments of your own well-being to save countless others from the clutches of death.

how he yearned to tell you—to implore you—to cease using the very essence that slowly, yet inexorably, eroded your own vitality. the desire to shield you from the self-inflicted harm, consumed him.

yet, who was he to stand in your way?

who was he to dictate how you should pursue your purpose—your solemn vow? who had the right to demand that you discard the only technique you knew, as if acquiring a new skill were a trivial matter?

perhaps, for you, it had maybe once been a tangible option—a plausible alternative.

however, it clashed with the very reason why you chose to persist in wielding the power of spirit breathing, despite its unfortunate and devastating toll on your own being.

it was a conundrum that weighed heavily upon his soul, yet another conflict that tugged at the frayed edges of his limited understanding.

then, abruptly—his consciousness snapped back to reality, like a fragile dream shattered by the gentle sweep of a waving hand.

in that instant, the symphony of your voice, a sweet and melodious tune, graced his senses once more, stirring his spirit from its slumber.

"hello? earth to tokito?"

your words danced in the air, adorned with a delicate blend of amusement and genuine concern—whilst he, silently observed your actions. his gaze lingering for a fleeting moment, as if capturing the essence of your graceful movements.

soon enough, his eyes blinked, like a dormant star awakening to illuminate the night sky, as he finally stirred from his reverie.

with a subtle tilt of his head, he emitted a soft hum—a melodic expression that intertwined intrigue and acknowledgment in response to your beckoning. the notes of his hum danced through the air, a secretive melody that conveyed both his curiosity and the recognition of your presence.

meanwhile, you watched him with an internal sigh of relief.

the young man, whom you had believed to be forever lost in the bewitching realm of his perpetual daydreams, had returned to the realm of the present. the transformation within him, from introspective to effervescent, had you spellbound, never failing to leave you even in but a speck of awe, of these rare moments of clarity that graced his being.

"seems like someone's finally awake."

a faint smile blossoming upon your lips, akin to the first delicate bloom of a spring flower. lowering your hand with graceful grace,

you adjusted yourself to a more comfortable position beside him on the edge of the engawa outside the butterfly manor—a perch where you and him had been leisurely spending time together, without a care in the world, rambling on about. relishing in the comfort in one another’s presence—like a normal pair of souls basking in the way of life.

"you’ve been staring at me for quite a while.”

pausing for a breath, you tilted your head—the radiance of your irises blooming with an enchanting glow, as if the secrets of the universe were hidden within their depths.

"what's wrong?"

in the midst of an enchanting moment, a subtle hint of wounded innocence played across your seductive countenance, evoking a mysterious allure.

"do i look that bad?"

your voice, though as mellow and gentle as always, carried an underlying touch of vulnerability.

in an instant, he reacted, tilting his head with a subtle mixture of surprise and denial.

"what? no."

aa he blinked, his words slipped out absent-mindedly, like a whisper from a dreamer's lips.

"far from it, actually."

he confessed, his sincerity palpable.

with a gaze that held a painter's eye for detail, he saw your flaws not as imperfections, but as intricate brush strokes that added depth to the masterpiece of your being. inexplicably, he adored you, to the point where it practically pained him.

and who could blame him? for you were way more than a mere beauty that could be captured in words. you were a tapestry of emotions, a symphony of sensations that defied description.

to him, you are everything.

your brows raised slightly, captivated by his ever-unpredictable nature. truly, like the wind, he embraced the freedom to wander in any direction he pleased.

reminiscent of an owl, you blinked a plenty amount of times, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of his flattery. it seeped into the recesses of your heart, stirring a delicate blend of bashfulness and gratitude.

"then..."

unintentionally mimicking his gestures, as if dancing in synchrony with his spirit, you then asked, avidly yearning to explore the depths of his thoughts.

"mind sharing what's got you so..distant?"

although it was not deemed uncommon for him, of all individuals, to maintain a silent disposition, you possessed a deeper understanding—having witnessed something greater, something more.

despite the mere span of a few days, you stood as a crucial observer to the sudden shift in his demeanor. having been privy to a bewildering yet endearingly interactive side of the boy since his awakening, it became slightly disconcerting to witness him potentially regress into his characteristic, distant, and dazed state.

the memory of those extraordinary moments lingered, and it was disheartening to question whether they were mere illusions or if they held the promise of something genuine.

as of now, the male in question pressed his lips together, creating a slender line as his gaze wandered away from yours, as though searching for a brief respite from reality.

seeing this, you reassured him. carefully observing these subtle occurrences with your keen irises.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

responding with a weary shake of his head and a sigh escaping his lips, his gaze flickered back to you, and as his eyes connected with yours once more, a subtle softness overcame them.

truly breathtaking were his eyes. they possessed a hue reminiscent of emerald, yet they gleamed like the replesdent glow of the moon above.

however, what truly captured your attention was the way his brows furrowed just as the corner of his lips downturned, for internally—a cascade of emotions crashed upon him all at once. moreover, a despairing layer seemed to coat his eyes, a poignant sorrow that caught you off guard.

"i don't like it."

he stated firmly, his words hanging in the air, leaving you perplexed.

your head tilted slightly further, eyes widening as you regarded him with curiosity and intrigue.

in response, he raised a hand to the area where his heart resided, his gaze lowering and narrowing towards the ground beneath you both.

"this feeling..."

his voice carried a weight of uncertainty, gaze delicately shifted back to meet yours—and in that moment, you could have sworn you saw his frown deepen as the hint of sorrow on his features became even more pronounced.

"and knowing you could..."

he trailed off, unable to bring himself to complete his sentence. yet, the unfinished words were enough for you to grasp the essence of his meaning.

your brows upturned, sensing the profound depth of emotions he struggled to express fully through words. you had a hunch that it might be something like this, but witnessing his reaction with such intensity was, without a doubt, enough to evoke a painful ache in anyone's heart.

the desire to comfort him welled up within you, an overwhelming longing to ease his burdens. yet, you couldn't help but question how you could possibly offer reassurance.

would it be by telling a blatant lie about something that was inevitable?

now, that would be nothing short of cruelty, no?

to suggest that you would overcome it would only exacerbate the pain. moreover, you were uncertain how to approach the situation without inadvertently triggering a devastating chain of events in the unavoidable future.

truth be told, if he were anyone else, you might have dismissed the matter with a casual remark, wouldn't you?

but with him, it was different.

you couldn't bring yourself to say so.

unable to find the right words in that moment, your gaze somberly shifted away from his, fixating on a distant point ahead. yet, in a sudden and unexpected instant, you were taken aback as you felt the weight of something new but vaguely familiar resting upon your shoulder—soft strands of supple hair gently brushing against you. along with it came a delicate warmth, enveloping you in an oddly soothing sensation.

"you don't have to say anything."

he quietly uttered, his honeyed voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and reassurance. he simply needed to release his thoughts into the open, to let them be heard, even if it was just a single sentence.

there had been no intention to pressurize or burden you, but rather a desire to be the one offering reassurance while subtly seeking comfort himself.

in a silent plea to convince himself that he wasn't caught in a dream, he gingerly leaned his head against your shoulder, and though was making sure not to add any more damage to your wounds, he did so without a hint of regret.

your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of his actions. turning your attention back to him, you found solace in this unspoken gesture of support. that tender gesture conveyed a profound understanding, a connection that surpassed the boundaries of words. it was a silent reassurance; of ones comforting presence for the other, especially in the face of uncertainty.

a sentimental smile graced your features as you felt immense gratitude for his selfless deeds. even in this moment, he made sure you were as comfortable as possible, going above and beyond to provide solace. the warmth of his actions filled you with a deep sense of appreciation and reinforced the unmatched bond between you.

"..thank you,"

you whispered in a hushed breath, your voice carrying the weight of profound appreciation.

though the words seemed simple, they held within them an entire universe of gratitude—a universe that bloomed with vivid colors, dreamlike aspirations, and meaningful connections.

with a delicate grace, you lifted your hand and allowed your fingertips to dance upon the canvas of his raven tresses. each strand, like a silken thread, wove a tapestry of sensations beneath your touch.

the texture was soft and supple, akin to the gentle caress of a summer breeze. as your fingers glided through the ebony strands, you embarked on a journey of intricate care, smoothing out the knots that dared to disrupt the harmony.

in this intimate act, time seemed to suspend, creating a space where the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a transcendent moment. your touch, as mindful as the brushstrokes of an artist, traced a path of tenderness and care. each movement held intention, a pledge to protect and cherish him, ensuring no harm would befall his vulnerable spirit.

It was a silent symphony, where the language of trust and gratitude flowed effortlessly through the whispers of your fingertips.

as you continued this tender ministration, a vibrant tapestry of emotions unfurled within the depths of your heart. gratitude, like a delicate fragrance, mingled with a sense of wonder, weaving a spellbinding combination.

the tenderness you shared painted a tableau, akin to a cherished memory, where hues of warmth, understanding, and appreciation blended harmoniously.

pleased by your touch, a contented hum escaped your companion's lips, his eyes finding solace in the comfortable embrace of closed lids.

a smile, brimming with emotions, blossomed upon his visage, a testament to the profound impact of your presence.

his heart fluttered with a bittersweet ache, caught between the beauty of the present and the uncertainty of the future.

yet, even in the face of daunting odds, a glimmer of hope persisted within him. it discreetly clung to his being, refusing to be extinguished.

it was undeniably a childlike hope, both fragile and resilient; to yearn for the possibility of a miraculous turn of events.

still, muichiro wanted to embrace that chance, to patiently wait for the magic of a future with you.

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[moumouton4]

"I Have passed by your Demon slayer nsfw headcanon, it was really great! thank you for writing that!🧡

can i request for Muichiro only, one shot nsfw an intimate one? (of course he is aged up, maybe to 18+?) So Muichiro may be comforting the reader after a mission or like could be the reader made a mistake and feels so frustrated with themselves,so Mui will be comforting the reader (they're in a relationship) and will become sweet and intimate with the reader."

~if not possible, it's totally fine~ thank you again! lots of support and love for you writer!🧡✨

A Taste Of Paradise In The Middle Of A Raging Storm || Muichiro Tokito x fem!reader

A/n : Hello lovely ! Here is it and may I say finally ! After 2 days of dealing with those damn cramps 😑 I really hope you'll like it 😍 I don't think I've ever write a fic as a request I think I usually stick with hc 😂

A/n 2 : Muichiro is aged up like all the characters y'all read for and write for from other mangas such as Mha, Assassination Classroom, Gambling School, Tokyo Revengers... so if anyone comes here and complain bro I'mma take the first plane and find you because you've been warned 👀

Summary : Your last mission left you very depressed and doubtful of your abilities. Luckily, your boyfriend is there to remind you what you're really worth. And you'd better believe him, because he's damn right.

Warnings : harsh words in the beginning, reader feels really bad, oral fem!receiver, penetrative sex, Muichiro is aged up, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 2746

Entertainment District a week ago : 

Even hurt and heavily poisoned he said those words loud and clear “You weren’t enough today. I clearly made the wrong choice choosing you”

“No ! I can’t let you say that. Haven’t you seen the devastating force deployed ?!? It swept everything in its p-” you tried to argue back.

“And why are they all dead while you’re still alive ?!?” he bit back. His words were harsh. Your vision blurred with tears and you didn’t even notice his wives who were trying to shush him as best as they could. After this you passed out. Well that’s what Tanjiro told you when you woke up on the way back. Inosuke was kind enough to carry you while you were out.

Back to the Demon Slayer Headquarter :

Since then you have been keeping to yourself. You couldn't stop his words from creeping inside your head. Each time louder than the previous one. You weren’t even angry at Tengen for lashing out at you like this. He was fucking right, you messed up like never before.

You were supposed to keep the people of the area of the Entertainment District your were accounted safe, and yet no one survived. It has left you very frustrated at the whole situation “It’s so damn stupid !” you screamed in your pillow as another rush of tears streamed down your face.

You were so ashamed of yourself. By now everyone must have known what had happened since as a demon slayer you have to write down a report that will be read by the master and the hashiras. Hence the fact you stayed in your room. Little did you know that even Tengen himself in his report stated that the order he gave you back then was impossible to execute. In fact, between the moment he asked you to rush over the south part of the district and the moment the blow devastated the area only 3 minutes had passed. So after running from north to south, you were greeted on the spot by the blast that sent you flying backwards. Your friends could barely imagine how hard it was for you so they preferred not to interfere, leaving you the choice to gather with them whenever you are ready.

There was one person though who didn’t read any of the reports that were written on the said mission, the Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, your boyfriend. It has been a while since you guys have seen each other. Something like 18 days to be exact - 4 days travel to the district, a week of mission, 4 days travel back and the 3 days Muichiro decided to let you rest from all this - but now he started to really miss you a lot so he decided to go to the little place you had in the estate.

The look on his face as he enters your room shows that he's not at all up to date with what happened during your mission. His eyes widen and his mouth slightly hangs agape at the sight of you before him. You are sprawled in your bed, your face buried in your mattress under your pillow as you cry hard. Your body spasming and shivering with force as you pour all your frustration on the wet sheets.

He didn’t hesitate a second before moving swiftly and sitting next to your lying figure on the bed. His hand tentatively reaches for your back wanting to give you some comfort. As it made contact with you, starting to draw slow and soothing circles your breath hitched. You hadn’t heard him with the loudness of your cries. You slowly moved your head from under your pillow to see who it was - even if you had a little idea of who it might be.

Your glassy and red eyes looked up at him trying to focus on his face with your blurred vision. You blinked several times trying to adjust. He instinctively circled his arms around your middle and pulled you flush against him. Your eyes didn’t even have the time to focus, but he couldn’t bear seeing you so sad. Your head was nestled against his neck. As you inhaled the delicate perfume of aloe vera in his hair you were sure it was him.

You weakly responded to his embrace. He didn’t even need to talk, the soothing motion of his hand on your back and the light kisses her peppered your neck with were enough to help your cries subside. He immediately understood that something had gone wrong during your mission. And against his growing curiosity - because when it came to you, he was sometimes curious - he decided not to inquire further.

Once you calmed down you whispered “Thank you for coming over” your voice was quite hoarse.

“Of course Flower always” he said softly, never ceasing the movement of his hand.

After again so time you asked barely above a whisper “D-do you think that I’m not enough ?”

He blinked slowly, trying to process what he had just heard. He wondered if it was a trick of his mind or if you really said what he thought he heard. His grip on you got lighter as he pulled you back to you in the eyes “Reassure me you didn’t just really say that ?” his voice was both soft and firm, his azure eyes fixed in your e/c. He didn’t want to believe the idea could ever cross your mind.

“P-please tell me” you sounded desperate. “Am I not en-” “Rather than telling you I can show you” and as he said that his hands slowly moved from your back to your hips. He massaged you there softly wanting to make sure you were okay with this and also that it could bring you some comfort. He gave your cheek a kiss, before his lips wandered down the side of your neck. He gently nipped at your pulse point. You emitted a soft sound at his ministrations. You were so grateful to have someone like him, who was doing his best to get your mind off of things that bothered you.

“Here let me get you comfortable” he said, his usual tone carrying a hint of affection he rarely expresses openly. He laid you on the bed and continued kissing you. You allowed yourself to close your eyes and focus on something else than what you think is the biggest mistake of your life.

His mouth was soft as he let little kissing on your collarbone. But you couldn’t help but feel them getting warmer as his soft and innocent kisses became open mouthed ones. You could clearly feel him sucking a hickey on your skin. He let it go with a pop before delving back in with his tongue this time to sooth the purplish area. He tried his best to express everything he couldn’t with words with delicate and comforting actions.

His hand didn’t stop either from stroking your sides. But just as his kisses, his touch became bolder as one of his hands gently cupped one of your breasts “Am I succeeding in convincing you ?” he said, his voice slightly muffled against your skin.

But just as you were about to answer, your voice caught in your throat preventing you from saying a word. You were feeling increasingly hot and bothered and you knew exactly what he was trying to do. Somehow feeling your change of state, he looked up at you. His eyes bore into yours and he chuckled quietly at the blush that spread on your cheeks. “Looks like you’re feeling hot. Mind if I take that off” he said, and you nodded allowing him to take your shirt off. 

His eyes sparkled on the curves of your body. No matter how many times he'd done it, he couldn't help staring, as if lost in thought. Like a magnet, his mouth came to rest on your skin, this time inching closer to your chest. You were glad you hadn't worn a bra today, it was a chill day after all.

A low moan came from your mouth as his caught your hardened nipple delicately. He gave it the attention it deserved through gentle suction before moving on to the other. He loved seeing you squirming like that underneath him. It only proved that little by little his efforts were making you relax. His hand snaked up your body before hooking onto the waistband of your pajamas. His mouth kissed its way down your stomach before stopping where her fingers had been. Each kiss screaming at you that **you were enough** that **you were everything he ever dreamed about**.

He waited a beat or two before gently lowering them all at once. Revealing your most intimate part to his - hungry - eyes.

But just as his mouth was about to continue its exploration, this time on your core, you stopped him "Please Muichiro, it's you I-I need. All of you please"

He stopped short, his tongue only inches apart from your already glistening folds. He wanted to make this only about you, but now that you were asking for it, who was he to deny you ? Hashira or not.

But he couldn't resist giving your wet folds a long, lingering lick upwards making your hips buck forward "Mmh sorry that was too tempting" he admits while savoring your sweet taste on his tongue.

After that, he stood up quickly and took off his haori, then his pants. You gulped at the sight of his erection. You always had trouble imagining that an angel's face like his went with such a... well… fit dick. He grabbed a nearby scrunchie of yours that was lying around and quickly fixed his hair.

Once he was ready, he got back on top of you at your level. His body came to rest delicately on yours, mindful not to crush you with his weight. His lips gave a tender kiss to yours as his hips thrust forward, aiming to nestle his cock deep inside you. When you felt the tip of his erection against your entrance you softly whimpered his name. He smiled tenderly "That's it" he thought. You were finally totally focused on him and nothing else that could dampen your spirits.

He entered you slowly, inch by inch. He took his time so that you could get used to his size again, and so that it remained as pleasant for you as it was for him. Even if after so many days of abstinence just want to thrust deeply in one go. He knew it was only a postponement. And right now you needed him. And he was going to do his best to put that smile back on your face.

He, who always had his head in the clouds, was hyper focused on every single reaction of your body. He, who always was so fast during fights. use all his free will to keep his movements as slow as possible. His cock dragging slowly in and out of your tight cunt to let you feel all the contours and veins that ran through them. With words, he couldn't resist using wit, but with gestures, with looks, no filter was possible. Not with you. Not when you're both so vulnerable.

He gently felt your body responding to his, it gave him a confidence boost that he was doing the right thing. Your back arching as he oh so slowly rocked his hips upward rubbing against that spongy spot.

Despite your slow movements, the thoughts in his head kept racing "Do you still have doubts ?", "Why don't you see yourself as I see you ?", "Who put those thoughts in your head ?", "Did he give you enough reason to think that you are enough for him ?"

What snapped him out of his thoughts was your legs tightening around him "M-Muichiro I'm c-" "Shh I know" he said as he felt your velvety walls tighten around him in a delicious way. "Hang on tight" he murmured breathlessly. He has been holding on from pounding into you but as he felt you nearing the edge his resolve crumbled.

His hands found a firm grip on your hips as he began to quicken his pace. In response your arms encircled his body and your nails left red trails down his back. Both your moans grew louder, blending perfectly with the sounds of your lovemaking.

His head nestled against your neck as he kept pounding you. His voice was hoarse like it rarely was - as he didn’t speak that much when you guys usually have sex - “See what you’re doing to me ? I can’t stop myself from having you. So don’t you ever dare saying those words ever again. Understood ?”

Hearing his words you nodded eagerly. You knew that the meaning of his words carried far more than the spoken word in itself. He was demanding not to only say it aloud but never think so little of yourself again either. It was usually with others that he used this kind of tone. But here on you, it just proved that he was really serious and that he wasn't going to be satisfied if you disobeyed him.

"Use your words or I'll slow down" he continued, and you knew that he meant it. He knew how to be stubborn sometimes, especially when it came to taking care of you.

"P-promise... ughh I promise. P-please don't stop !" your voice rushed out in a squeak.

And he didn’t stop. He kept on thrusting with force bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

He felt the coil tighten in his stomach and he really hoped it wouldn't be long before you reached your climax because he wasn't going to last long. He did his best to aim well. In a flash of lucidity he brought his hand down to your clit and started to rub it in a rapid circle.

Suddenly, with a strangled cry, you fell over the edge. He felt you tighten even more, milking his cock just the way it needed to make her throb with pleasure. And just a little later with a few more thrusts he came. Pouring his love as he spilled his seed deep inside of you - I like to think Shinobu makes Plan B pills lmao.

He collapsed on top of you, his cock still nestled into you as his mouth left little wet kisses where he had done the hickey earlier. Your rapid breathing mingled with his. Your bodies were sticking with sweat but you couldn't care less. He hugged you even tighter trying to provide you even more affection and strength. He wanted you to be strong and he knew you were oh so strong usually. Hence his original shock.

As he drifted off to sleep, he heard your little voice say "Thank you for answering me". He knew deep down that he'd have to read all the reports on that famous mission to the Entertainment District later. To find out what it was all about. But for now, he was there, letting himself be carried away by your breaths and the warmth of your body. Maybe this was paradise.

Bonus scenes 🤷‍♀️ :

Maybe as you're still going at it Makio, Suma or Hinatsuru ( or the three ) or maybe Tengen himself - but I think he is too proud for that - come to ask you if you're doing okay. Maybe the wives want ask for forgiveness on the account of their husband.

Either you're still going at it and like their hear from outside some interesting moans and slapping sounds, making them chuckle softly - I fell like the Uzuis are fine with sex lmao. I mean they are 4 👀. So they decided to come back later.

Or when they knock no one answers. You guys are fast asleep on your fûton, completely spent. So they open the door slowly. As One of they is about to talk their eyes land on you snoring on your back while Muichiro is sprawled on ton of you, his face hidden in your neck. With a knowing smile they discretly leave the room that witnessed your love and passion, thinking they might come later once you are fully rested.

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A/n : I added some details of the story in the comments. If you're curious about some other stuff

A/n 2 : If you're wondering and didn't notice the title was a metaphora. The raging storm takes place in Reader's head. Just like the storm under a skull from Victor Hugo in Les Misérables

Taglist : @foxxymunson, @cl0vr, @ilovemanypeople, @glossy1pearl, @jane57sstuff

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[keruimi]

His Lost Love

Muichiro Tokito x reader

Warning! Angst and Slight Comfort

When he hid the most painful thing he experienced after he became a Hashira until he forgot about it. But that deep scar was opened again when he met the person he chose to forget.

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Here again, back at the mansion roofs. While the feelings of longing are still present to my life. It's been four years since I regained my memories.

Yet I still feel like something is missing.

I look at the moon as it manages to show me the view of the whole headquarters with the Hashiras' mansion buzzing with happiness.

It's been four years since we killed Muzan, yet there are still some demons alive and walking freely on the land.

Busy with the mission, I didn't notice I already turned eighteen.

I heard someone land on the roof that made me give a side glance and saw Tanjiro.

"What is it?" I asked him as I looked back at the scenery I never got bored of. I felt him sit beside me as he also looked at the view I was gazing at.

"You're here again"

I know. And I don't know the reason why I keep coming back here.

"Tanjiro" I called out for him as I sigh. "I feel empty but I can't remember the reason why"

I told him as I felt the cold breeze of the night. Just recalling that feeling makes my eyes glossy.

"I don't know why I always feel like there's a missing part of me" I admit as I lowered my head down and hid my face.

"Maybe because your twin brother is not here with you anymore..." He guessed but I shook my head as I wiped my tears away.

"No" I whispered. "I coped with his death through anger. It can't be him"

But maybe I am just overthinking?

Both of us got silent before a frantic crow ruined the silence around us.

"South East! South East! A demon is near the headquarters!" Tanjiro's crow repeated it like a broken record that made my companion stand from his position.

Our conversation were cut off short

"Well Muichiro, I'll be going"

I hummed in response before he went to the South East. I decided to enter my bedroom when I felt that the breeze was colder than usual.

And yet the moment I stepped inside my room, I saw the blue haori on the rack as I took a hold of it.

I knew I forgot about someone. Because when I took a hold of the Haori, it gave me a slight comfort as it brightly showed the ice patterns on it.

I felt another presence that made me look outside my window and saw again the blue mist in the form of a woman.

I took a step closer to it and as she usually does, she just caresses my cheek as my mind went somewhere again.

What if the blue mist is a remembrance of the person I forgot?

Out of all things, this mist always appears at night and never forgets to caress or show me comfort even though it was never physically.

But I feel it...

If I can just remember that person... Would I manage to quench the empty feeling deep inside me?

"South East! Back up in the South East!" I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my crow speak as the blue mist disappeared with the wind.

I put my thoughts together as I wore the blue Haori for comfort on a cold night.

I immediately follow my crow to the forest and not even 10 minutes, I can already feel the aura of the demon.

They are indeed close to the headquarters.

I heard glass shattering and swords clacking as I observed the situation before me.

I saw Mitsuri and Tanjiro already fighting together yet Mitsuri still got blasted off that made me run to catch her.

"I thought we already slayed the upper moons?" She asked me in a worried tone as she picked herself back up while I looked back at the battle happening in front of me.

It seems like the Demon is used to ice as it defends herself from Tanjiro's Dragon techniques.

The demon was a woman with white hair that ends on her lower back.

I ready my stance as I took a hold of my sword.

"Mist Breathing Fourth Form: Shifting Flow Splash"

When I first attacked, the woman managed to jump back, barely avoiding it.

The moment I got closer to her, that's when I properly got to observe her form.

A familiar form...

The woman stopped from her movements as she didn't leave her gaze at me.

"Chiro..." The low whisper caught me off guard as my eyes widened like saucers in disbelief.

How can this demon know me?

Mist Breathing Third form

I started to think again as I ignored the words of the demon in front of me.

Scattering Mist Splash

She managed to avoid it with a slight groan of pain as I saw that I managed to graze one of her cheeks.

"Muichiro Tokito!" She shouted my full name that made me stop from my movements.

There was a slight anger and sadness in her eyes as she stands in the middle of the open area in the forest.

"Can't you remember me?"

A disgusting feeling nagged me behind as I kept my blank gaze on her figure.

She is just a demon, nothing more

But when I saw how her eyes glossed, my surroundings were covered in dark as a frame of the past was shown in front of me.

"Are you the new slayer?" I stop my training to look back at the girl who seems to be at the same age as me.

She has white hair with those cyan eyes. She somehow looks ethereal with that gentle smile that lingers on her face.

I ignored her as I took a hold of my sword again to continue training but when I swing it, another sword stops it.

"Let me be" those were the first words I told her as the girl just gave a warm smile before throwing my sword out of my hand using hers.

"You need to rest. Overworking never leads to a good outcome" she stated and before I got to cut her neck off, she took hold of my hand and dragged me through the porch of the mansion I was staying at and sat me down there.

"I'm a Hashira, what makes you think you can treat me this way?" I told her and didn't bother to hide the annoyance in my voice as I felt her wipe my hands with a cold towel.

"You let me though"

Her answer made an irk mark appear on my forehead. "I didn't give you the consent to drag me"

"You still let me drag you even though we both know you can just snatch yourself away from my grip" she stated that made me give up on arguing with her.

I was aware of the rules of these corporations yet I can't debate on it especially if it was a girl I'm talking to.

I just flick her head because I know I lost on that one and I heard a giggle from her after that.

I would forget about this anyways.

I manage to rest on the porch from the hellish training I'm making myself go through under the blazing heat of the sun.

After she treated my wounds, it felt like my hands were relaxed that made me think if she was a slayer that is being taught by the insect Hashira.

"Who are you staying with?" I ask her as she lets out a small grin before scooting close to me. "Why? Are you planning to visit me?"

"No" I deadpan that made her shoulder drop but she still maintains the smile on her face. "I am just wondering who is raising a bold girl like you. We are clearly different in status yet you didn't follow my instructions"

She just looks at the field in front of us as there is no ounce of fear in her eyes.

It seems like the master of this girl spoils her too much.

"I am Giyu-san's tsuguko" she informed me something about her as I thought who was that guy again.

But a Tsuguko is also a powerful person in the Demon Slayer corps.

"Are you lying or are you lying?" I ask her in a blank tone before standing up to train again.

"None of the above"

Her answer managed to lift a small smile on my lips. I don't seem to take care of having someone as carefree as her.

That day became our beginning towards an emotion called love.

She was always with me, and I began to love her presence around me. So this is what it feels like to have someone of the same age interested in swordsmanship.

She is the only one who can stop me from overworking myself like before. I managed to take care of my health when she was with me.

She has a comforting presence that I always found myself having a slumber every time I was with her.

I felt her run my soft hand on my long hair as I sighed in contentment until I heard her call me by my nickname she gave me.

"Chiro"

I hummed in response as I opened my eyes to look at her who had her usual soft gaze on me.

"I love you more than a friend..." She confessed one day we were resting under a tree.

Love?

Her confession made my heart beat quicken as I sat up to look at her. I look away in hesitation knowing about how I easily forget things.

If I accept her feelings, I might forget it but she wouldn't.

"Aren't we too young for that?"

I told her as I slightly turned my head in her direction as she leaned back on the tree.

"I know..." She whispered but she still lifted a small smile and looked at me. "I just want to let you know. I don't need an answer knowing you never thought of those"

She is brave. She knows the outcome but she still did it.

I wrapped my arms around her for a hug as she returned it back to me while my thoughts started to wander off again.

I don't want to lose this relaxing moments with my only friend.

That night, I started to spend my time on the roof of the mansion as I cooled my head to think about it.

Shockingly, I never forget about her confession.

Even up till the times we hangout, her confession keeps repeating on my head over and over again.

"I love you" I mumbled on her shoulder as I hugged her from the back while we basked under the sun.

I felt her stiffen on my touch before she relaxed herself again that made me close my eyes.

I don't want to lose her.

She made me realize my worth even at such a young age.

"Chiro, you're deserving of love too" she exclaimed in her loving tone as she caress my cheeks and I can't help but lean more on her.

Men or women, girls or boys, she saw them the same way. She was the definition of justice itself.

"Health is a strength too. Take care of it, hone it until you break its limit"

Learning from the Hashira that took her in, there was no doubt she would mimic their mannerism too.

I love those kinds of women.

Someone who doesn't tolerate my cruel treatment to others.

"Chiro, you shouldn't talk to them that way"

She keeps correcting my wrongdoings. She was literally my guardian angel.

The only woman I remember.

The only woman I put all my attention to. Dedicated every victory just to come back to her alive.

Until one night when she went on a mission.

There were supposed to be only normal demons in the mission she headed to, but she met one of the upper moon demon itself.

We were too late when we arrived. She was already in the arms of Doma, the upper rank two who are known to eat women.

I felt how my pupil shook that time as I saw her body covered in her own blood. She laid there lifeless before he took her with him.

Even Obanai who was with me didn't able to catch up to him.

I felt my world spin that time before I lose my consciousness for the first time.

The last thing I saw was the Serpent Hashira running back to catch my body.

And the moment I woke up, it was already reality. She was not here with me.

I didn't arrive home with her. She was taken away without me knowing if she was still alive or dead.

There's a part of me is hoping that the demon give her mercy and at least let her live.

I felt Obanai-san approach me before lending me her Haori. And I took it without second thought.

The only reminder of her...

I don't know what took over me but I found myself begging everyday to the Master to save her. I keep begging until I can't physically do it anymore.

We can't stand a chance on retrieving her back, not even her body.

"Master..."

"We are doing our best, Muichiro. But for now, take care of yourself" he stated as the older Hashiras held me to prevent myself on begging again.

"But Y/n..." My voice broke as tears never stop falling from my eyes. "We need to save her now, Master. I can't lose her too"

I cried out as the two Hashira just drag me out of the Master's quarters.

"Bring her back to me!" I screamed in anger as I snatched myself away from their grips and let my body fell to the ground.

"I can't lose her" I sobbed out as they let me cry my heart out on the path of stones.

My world turn cold, I lost the right direction. No one was holding my harsh personality back anymore.

No one was comforting me anymore.

I lost my backbone, I lost my lover.

In exchange, I stop caring for others.

I was blinded by anger that I didn't know I was slowly forgetting about her.

Mizuki Y/n

The second person that I didn't manage to save from the demons that ruined my entire life.

"Y/n..." I called her name as I started to recall everything.

How can I forget? The woman I was willing to bend the rules for. Even turn my back against the world.

The woman I would lay my life for...

Turn into the being that I despise the most.

My lover...

I didn't have time to choose my next move when I heard a familiar scream.

"I will slice you to shreds, you damn demon!"

I felt my heart drop as I saw the boar man already behind her. She is not focused.

The only thing she cares about right now... Is to see if I still remember her.

But who cares if she was turned into a demon? Does that make her less loveable?

Muichiro, get your grip together.

She is a demon, who knows what happened to those six years when both of you were apart.

But...

Seeing how she quickly recognizes me, she hasn't completely lost touch with her humanity.

Of her old self...

Without thinking, I ran to her who had her arms open for me for an embrace.

I took a hold of her hands before spinning her around to avoid Inosuke's attack.

And I felt the sharp pain on my back before both of us collapsed on the ground. I heard her gasp below me as she put her hands on my chest.

"I'm sorry Chiro" she apologizes with her glossy eyes but I just shook my head with a small smile on my lips.

"i just want to go back home" she sobbed out as I felt tears formed in my eyes.

"Demon or not, you are still my lover that I would save from the world." I told her as I heard Giyu prevent Inosuke on attacking again as I nuzzle my head on her shoulder.

She was still the same person no matter what.

"Don't worry Y/n. You have me... I'll bring you back home"

~°•°~

"What's with all of you breaking the rules" Tengen-san decided to visit after hearing the news while I decided to stay quiet as I kneel in front of the porch while waiting to meet Kiriya, the new master.

I never bother to care about the other Hashiras around me, because I only need the Master's opinion on my crazy idea about letting Y/n keep living.

Yes, who would agree when the cure is impossible to obtain now that Muzan and the twelve Kizuki's are gone.

It was utterly impossible to cure her now. She would always be a demon, she can't become a human anymore.

"The Master has arrived"

We all bowed in respect to the Master younger than me.

"It's nice to see all of you gather for this" he started as I raised my head from my bow that was lower than usual.

"I've heard your plea, Muichiro. But this request needs more time" he started as I kept my mouth shut.

"Y/n was a former tsuguko of Giyu. She was taken away out of her will during her mission. In this trial, we, the senior Hashiras, hope that you would at least consider that before any grave punishment bestowed to her case" I heard Obanai's words that made my heart warmed at least before I bowed at the young man in front of me.

"I have no complaints while the trial is ongoing. But may I at least request one thing?"

I ask the leader who gave me a nod that made me continue.

"Please let me stay with her throughout the whole trial"

The garden went silent as Mitsuri let out a small huh before Obanai covered her mouth.

"If that's what you want. I'll grant you that"

And I did stay with her the whole time.

I always gazed at her sleeping figure outside her cell.

If she would suffer, I would accompany her on that. I don't want to leave her again.

I love her, its my duty to become her ally, her support on her darkest time, and her lover to make her feel she is still loved and accepted by us.

I would never make her feel abandoned again...

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny hashira #hashira x reader #kny muichiro #kny fanfic #muichiro tokito #demon slayer muichiro #muichiro x reader #love #comfort #angst #angst with a happy ending #Spotify

[glockhashira]

something about the way genmui kept looking at and talking to each other in the infinity castle arc just screams "i need to kiss that boy before i die trying".

something about the way the main thing they were both thinking about in the fight was protecting each other.

something about the way muichiro screamed genya's name with his whole chest or got a genuine look of worry and concern whenever he was injured.

something about the way they were pleading and praying and hoping the other person would survive and be alright even if it meant that they had to die.

something about the way genya literally refused gyomei's help when he was on the brink of death and told him to go help muichiro instead.

something about the way they stopped midfight to bandage each other up.

something about the way they made a vow to fight and protect each other until death did them part.

something about the way muichiro said; "don't mind me, genya. just take the shot."

something about the way genya said; "tokito... every time i think of how much i want to protect him... my body stiffens up..."

something about them dying at the same time and probably reuniting in the afterlife.

something about the way that in kimetsu gakuen, genya would commonly seek out muichiro just to hang out with him or get lessons.

something about the way genya would ONLY take lessons from muichiro.

something about the way muichiro invited genya to that one event in kimetsu gakuen.

something about the way genya spoke about and admired muichiro in kimetsu gakuen.

something about the way muichiro would change his whole demeanor when it came to genya in kimetsu gakuen.

something about the way muichiro was always patient and kind with genya in kimetsu gakuen.

something about muichiro and genya.

#genya shinazugawa #muichiro tokito #genmui #nothing straight about them that WHOLE arc #THEY'RE MY HIGHEST COMFORT SHIP AND IM BRAINROTTING AND UGHHHH #THEYRE SO BOYFRIENDS.

[livelaughlovekny]

He folds a thousand paper cranes for you

WARNING: Mentions of/Contains manga spoilers + Angst (no comfort)

a/n: I got bored of my homework and working on requests and decided to try writing angst again and longer fics. This was a little rushed

  There is a myth that says that if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you can make a wish and it will be granted. It’s a lovely idea. Folding a thousand paper cranes takes time and effort. Surely all that dedication can’t go unseen right? Surely there must be someone out there who will hear your wishes and grant it right? You weren’t sure, but that’s alright, you were never big on myths and legends anyways. He was though.

  The two of you were extremely close. You were childhood best friends. He was the optimist while you were the realist, much like his brother. He was the sun to your moon and never failed to light you up. It was lovely. Every day, he would give you at least one paper crane, excitedly telling you how one day, he would reach a thousand and you could make a wish. How sweet. He was the one folding the paper cranes and yet he was giving his wish to you. So lovely.

  As much as you didn’t believe in it, you would keep his paper cranes, always patiently listening to the myth he was so dedicated to. The two of you were very close indeed.

  “998 paper cranes! I will fold the last two tomorrow and you can make a wish and then I’ll make another thousand for you! I promise!” Muichirou’s eyes shone brightly and with so much excitement that a small part of you couldn’t help but look forward to the next day. Smiling at him, you nodded your head. “Alright, I’ll go back home first then. See you tomorrow.”

  You never did.

  His brother had died and he was gone. Your best friend was gone. The wish he promised you, the one you didn’t quite believe in, was gone too. You thought you would never see him again and you were half right. When the both of you finally met each other again, he wasn’t the Muichirou you remembered. The wish was long forgotten.

  Assuming his previous behaviour, you became the sun instead. It was tough at first. It wasn’t easy befriending someone who had no intentions of making friends with anyone. He would reject and question your intelligence level constantly.

  “Hey, wanna eat lunch with me later?” There had been a pause before he finally agreed. You were shocked, you had finally worn him down a little. The first step was always the hardest. The remaining steps were easier. Slowly, the both of you developed a friendship. It was fun being friends with him again even if your current relationship was not even a ghost of what had been. One day, you accidentally blurted out a memory you tried to forget.

  “Did you know that if you fold a thousand paper cranes, you can make a wish and it will come true?”

  “Do you really believe in something as unrealistic as that?”

  Hilarious. You used to say that. Was this the hurt he felt when you had brushed him off? Your heart ached at the thought of that. How horrible. Yet you laughed.

  “Well, it is a fun myth! Here, let me teach you how to fold one.” The two of you would send each other notes on a regular basis so you had papers with you. His paper crane was neat. It seemed as if he had never stopped folding them. He handed it to you. You looked at him curiously. “I don’t need it.” You smiled and accepted it, jokingly telling him how he owed you more if he wished to give you a wish when really, you knew he only needed to give you one more to fulfil his forgotten promise. You now had 999 paper cranes from him and a forgotten friendship.

  Back at your estate, you carefully placed the paper crane in a box filled with the other 998 paper cranes. You entertained yourself by wondering when you would receive the final paper crane. It was a silly thought, he would never think to fold you another one. Your hope dropped and you never thought about it again.

  That was until he came back from the swordsmith village. He had engulfed you in a hug the moment you had visited him, telling you all about how he remembered you a little. You were his friend. His very best friend.

  “Thank you for not giving up on us.”

  “How could I? You’re my best friend.”

  Was there a slim chance that he would remember his promise? Maybe but that promise was never brought up so you decided to let it go. It was funny, really, you had just forgotten about it when you saw it but he wasn’t able to see himself give it to you. He had died.

  You had cried, grieving his loss. It was a while before you noticed something white that was stained with blood peeking out of his uniform. Picking it out, you realised it was a paper crane. It was bigger than the ones he had given you. It also had words written neatly on it. Carefully unfolding it and reading it, you knew that was the moment your heart could never be the same again.

  “I remembered our promise, so here is the last paper crane. But if you would just allow me to be a little selfish and take back my wish, I would wish that you would stay with me till death do us part.”

  What a lovely myth indeed, a shame you were never able to experience its beauty.

a/n: i am working on my requests, i just get bored easily but please dont let that stop you from requesting oml i love receiving requests

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[allyjoe755]

Holding Out

platonic!muichiro x reader

A/N: Chosen by polls. If you would like another poll-chosen story, like/reblog/comment below

Word Count: 927

Warnings: none

o-o-o

His hair was long.

It was the first thing you noticed about him– his long hair, thick and wavy, reaching down to his lower back. It was black at the roots, but teal starting at his upper back.

“Is he alive?”

It was the first question you asked, getting on your knees before the mat where he laid, eyes questioning as you looked toward Amane-Sama. She nodded, running a hand against the boy’s forehead.

Your head tilted to the side involuntarily as you continued to study him.

“Is he the one you and the Master have been discussing?” Your eyes lit up at the possibility. He was around your age, only a couple of years younger, and–

“Where is his brother?” He had a twin, you knew, but that was the extent of your knowledge.

“He is no longer with us, young one.”

Ubuyashiki-Sama was the one who answered you, walking into the room from behind. You turned as best as you could and lowered your head toward the Master. Your heart sunk at the Master’s words.

Your eyes returned to the boy in front of you, noting his shallow breaths.

“He’s all alone, then,” you said, your voice soft.

“Not entirely,” Amane-Sama replied. She placed her hand on top of yours. “We’re here for him, aren’t we?”

You didn’t answer her question. Instead, you stared at the boy, realizing the scratches and cuts and bruises running up and down his body.

You looked back at her.

“What’s his name?”

o-o-o

“Muichiro!”

Your voice called from the building as you raced out to where he was near the trees. Your smile grew across your face, and you held out something for him.

“I brought you a snack,” you said. “You must be hungry, with all of the training you’re putting in.”

He only broke his concentration when you were standing right next to him. He lowered his sword and looked at you.

He tilted his head to the side. 

“Who are you?”

Ah. There it was.

You gave him your name, as you had countless other times, and explained your role at the estate– helping with the recovery and– sometimes– training of slayers.

Eventually, he grabbed the food from your hand and began consuming it, listening quietly as you talked. At least, you always thought he listened. In reality, you weren’t sure if he did, but you didn’t mind.

He would remember someday. That was the hope you and the Ubuyashiki’s held onto.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

“Hm?” Muichiro looked at you as though you had just started speaking to him.

You grinned. “The Master has been talking about sending you for your Final Selection soon,” you said. “That means you’ll be an official Demon Slayer! Well, that’s if you pass, but with all your training, I don’t see how you wouldn’t.”

He nodded.

In complete honesty, you weren’t even entirely convinced that he knew what it took to become a slayer. But you watched him, sometimes, when he practiced.

He was Hashira material– that much you were convinced of.

You smiled at him. “Promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“Hm?”

You repeated yourself.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay.”

o-o-o

You raced to the Butterfly Mansion as soon as you heard.

An Upper Moon Five. Muichiro had defeated an Upper Moon Five–

and he was injured.

And he had used his slayer mark.

You had to see him. You needed to help him–

Someone called your name. You turned your head.

Muichiro was being carried in on a stretcher. He was unconscious.

You ran up to his side, looking down at him.

He was barely breathing, poison spreading throughout his body…

You grabbed his hand. You gave it a squeeze.

“You promised, okay?” You whispered, unaware of the tears building in your eyes. “You promised you’d stay safe, so you can’t die, Muichiro. Please.”

He didn’t stir.

o-o-o

Four days.

Four days had passed, and Muichiro had yet to wake up.

You prayed to whatever God would listen that he would– that you would be able to see your friend again, to talk to him.

He was only fourteen. You weren’t much older.

You were both too young for this.

Shinobu had been able to remove the poison. Now, she said, it was just whether Muichiro would decide to wake or not.

You hadn’t left the Butterfly Mansion. They made you sleep in a different room, eat in a different room, but every other moment you spent by his side.

You spoke to him. You weren’t sure if he heard you, but then again, you never had really been sure in the past, either.

Maybe that had all just been practice.

You helped in the only way you knew how: you were there for him.

Four days.

Four days had passed, and in the early afternoon of the fifth, Muichiro stirred.

“Muichiro?”

Hope filled your voice, your entire being.

“Muichiro?”

He groaned, fidgeting in the bed.

Your hands squeezed your hakama pants.

He opened his eyes.

His first words–

His first words were your name.

A sob escaped you. Your hand went up to cover your mouth, your smile. Tears streamed down your face.

“You’re alive,” you said.

He nodded.

“You- you remembered my name.”

He nodded once more.

And then, you laughed. You laughed giddy, through the tears, through the shock and relief and joy.

He reached a hand out to place on top of yours. He was weak, but not incapable.

“Thank you,” he spoke. He repeated your name again.

“Thank you… for everything.”

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[cherrys-side-bitch]

ℍ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤 ℙ𝕥.2

Gn! reader, fluff

Includes: Muichirou, Gyomei, Giyu, Sanemi, Obanai

Part 1

When he sees you cry for the first time he freezes for a moment, not knowing what to do.

Once he's had a moment he walks over and kneels down to your height, quietly asking what's wrong with a hand gently placed over yours.

If you don't want to talk about it Muichiro will respect your decision, simply rubbing your back in an attempt to comfort you.

If you want to talk about it he’ll silently listen as well as he can, sadly he’ll zone out on accident but he's trying his best.

Once he realizes that he zoned out he tries to piece together what you might've said and it only works sometimes...

He’ll usually ask if you'd like him to get you something, if you say yes he’ll go get it as quick as possible, not wanting to leave you for too long. If not he’ll stay with you to keep you company.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

He will legit start crying with you, I’m being deadass rn.

Gyomei probably thought he did something that scared or upset you.

When told that he isn't the issue he quicking changed to trying to comfort you, sinking to your height and enveloping you in a protective but fairly loose hug so as to not hurt you.

The 7’2 man gives amazing hugs, the comforting warmth from his body radiating onto your own would be such a pleasant experience.

If you decide to talk about it he’ll silently listen not daring to speak, once you're finished speaking he congratulates you on being able to share something so personal. Not every one has the guys to do that and wants you to know he's proud of you.

He doesn't like it when you cry but will always be there for you if needed.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

He's probably the least helpful in the sense that he doesn't know what to do. He just kind of sits there wondering what he should do to help.

After Giyu thinks for a bit he would likely rub your back and reassure you that you're allowed to cry.

Once you calm down a bit he asks if you want to talk about it or if you need something.

He’d gladly leave the room real quick to get you a cup of water, all you have to do is ask.

If you want to talk about it he’s all ears. Giyu sucks at comforting people but if you need someone to rant/vent to he's your man.

He’ll listen carefully to every word and try to offer any sort of advice you need based on his own experience. Although he’ll ask first, he's not some asshole who gives unsolicited advice.

If you don't want to talk about it he understands it can be hard to talk about your issues and he respects your privacy.

He’d simply ask if you'd like to go on a small way to get your mind off of things.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

As rude as it sounds, he probably believes that there's no use in crying, after all, nothing is going to change if you don't do anything about it.

So when he saw you crying to yourself he was a bit standoffish at first, almost making it sound as if expressing you emotions is bad.

When he notices how genuinely upset you are he calms down a bit.

He sits down beside you and asks what’s so important that you're crying over it.

If you start to open up about it he’ll stay quiet and listen to what you have to say.

Sanemi knows he sucks at comforting people so he tries to make up for that by being someone who actually listens to you.

If you decide to not talk about it he gets very annoyed but sort of understands why you wouldn't want to talk about it.

Acts fussy but offers to lend you an ear if you have problems in the future

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

When he first saw you in such a state his first thought was that someone hurt you.

As he kneels to your height he grabs your face to look at him and asks who was dumb enough to mess with you. If nobody did he’ll apologize for his prior harshness, he just needed to make sure.

He quietly strokes your face where he suddenly grabbed apologizing if he accidentally hurt you.

After you've calmed down a bit he asks what's wrong and if you'd like to talk about it.

If you do wish to talk about it Obanai is quietly listening making sure you're aware that he's still paying attention.

He wouldn't even dream of interrupting you, especially since you've decided to entrust him with this information

If you decide to not tell him he's fine with that. Obanai respects your wishes and won't force you to talk about your issues, he knows from personal experience that it doesn't help at all.

Either way, if you decide to talk about it or not he and Kaburamaru will stay with you if you wish.

He will also be a bit less harsh with you for the next day or two, after all, he'd rather not be the cause of your distress.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

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[vampsvkii]

His Beauty (Fem! Reader)

Music is at the end :]

Y/N’s POV of Muichiro:

His eyes were like the ocean, a deep and beautiful teal that sparkled in the light. They were the kind of eyes that you could get lost in for hours, losing track of time and space. They were the kind of eyes that held secrets, stories, and dreams. When he looked at you, it was like he was seeing right into your soul, and you couldn't help but feel vulnerable and exposed. But there was something about those eyes that made you feel safe, like you could trust him with your deepest fears and desires. When he smiled, his eyes crinkled at the corners, and you knew that he was genuinely happy. When he was sad, his eyes would cloud over, and you could see the pain and hurt in his gaze. But even then, his eyes were still beautiful, a testament to the depth of his emotions. His eyes were the kind that you would never forget, no matter how much time passed. They were the kind that would stay with you, long after he was gone.

His lips were the color of a rose, soft and delicate, yet full of life and vibrancy. They were the kind of lips that you couldn't help but stare at, mesmerized by their beauty. When he spoke, his lips moved with a grace and elegance that was captivating, drawing you in and holding your attention. When he smiled, his lips would curve up at the corners, revealing a set of perfect teeth that only added to his charm. But it was when he kissed you that his lips truly shone. They were soft and warm, gentle yet passionate, and they made you feel like you were the only person in the world. His lips were the kind that you could kiss for hours, losing yourself in the moment and forgetting about everything else. They were the kind that left you breathless and wanting more. When he was gone, you would find yourself longing for the feel of his lips on yours, the taste of his mouth, and the warmth of his embrace. His lips were the kind that you would never forget, no matter how much time passed. They were the kind that would stay with you, long after he was gone.

Muichiro’s POV of Y/N:

Her eyes were the color of rich, dark chocolate, deep and warm and full of life. They were the kind of eyes that you could get lost in, losing yourself in their depths and forgetting about everything else. When she looked at you, it was like the whole world faded away, and all that mattered was the two of you.

Her eyes were expressive, conveying a range of emotions with just a single glance. When she was happy, her eyes would light up, sparkling like diamonds in the sun. When she was sad, they would fill with tears, and you could feel your heart breaking along with hers. When she was angry, they would flash with fire, daring you to cross her.

But it was when she looked at you with those beautiful brown eyes that you felt truly alive. They were full of love and warmth, and they made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. You could stare into them for hours, getting lost in their beauty and the way they made you feel.

And when she smiled, her eyes would crinkle up at the corners, and you could see the love and joy shining through. Her eyes were the kind that you could never forget, no matter how much time passed. They were the kind that would stay with you, long after she was gone.

Her eyes were the windows to her soul, and they were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Her lips were like two perfect rose petals, soft and full and begging to be kissed. They were the kind of lips that you could get lost in, losing yourself in their beauty and forgetting about everything else. When she spoke, they moved with a grace and elegance that was mesmerizing, and you couldn't help but watch them with rapt attention.

Her lips were a soft shade of pink, like the first blush of dawn, and they were always perfectly smooth and supple. When she smiled, they would curve up at the corners, and you could see the joy and happiness shining through. And when she laughed, they would part slightly, revealing a glimpse of her perfect white teeth.

But it was when she kissed you that you felt truly alive. Her lips were warm and soft, and they tasted like sweet honey and sunshine. They were the kind of lips that you could never forget, no matter how much time passed. They were the kind of lips that would stay with you, long after she was gone.

Her lips were the most beautiful thing you had ever seen, and you could spend hours just staring at them, marveling at their perfection. They were the lips that you dreamed about, the lips that you longed to kiss, the lips that you knew you couldn't live without.

Her lips were the epitome of beauty, and they were the reason that you fell in love with her. They were the reason that you would do anything for her, the reason that you would follow her to the ends of the earth. Her lips were the reason that you knew that you had found your soulmate.

Short fanfic under:

Muichiro Tokito sat beside you, his hand resting gently on your back as you cried. He didn't say anything, just let you cry until you were ready to talk. You had been through so much, and it was understandable that you were feeling overwhelmed. But Muichiro was there for you, ready to listen and offer comfort.

Finally, you took a deep breath and looked up at him. His kind eyes met yours, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You told him everything, all the pain and anguish that you had been holding inside. Muichiro listened intently, nodding and offering words of encouragement when you needed them.

When you were finished, he took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know it's hard," he said softly. "But you're not alone. I'm here for you, and I always will be."

You smiled through your tears, grateful for his kind words and gentle touch. Muichiro was like a ray of sunshine in your life, bringing light and warmth to even the darkest of days. You knew that with him by your side, you could get through anything.

As you leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Muichiro was your rock, your safe haven in a world that was often cruel and unforgiving. And you knew that as long as he was there, you would always be okay.

Hi!~ It’s me, the writer of this :]

Hello~ I was wondering if you guys would like a male or gender neutral reader! I have a few ideas for future fan fics, but I would like to know if any of you would like a certain gender! Please, your wish is my comman ^^

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[snowmist-hashira]

[Chapter: Melancholy turmoil]

Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Summary: In that moment, beneath the darkened skies and the pouring rain, he silently vowed to be there for you, to provide comfort and support, and to walk with you through the storm until you emerged into the warmth of brighter days.

Wattpad: [KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader

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As the raindrops fell gently around Tokito Muichiro, he continued to wander through the quiet landscape, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within him. The natural beauty surrounding him seemed to mirror his troubled thoughts, as if the world itself was attuned to his inner turmoil.

The birds' harmonious melody, once a soothing sound, now grated on his ears. The leaves descending in the wind appeared to him as a melancholic dance, their graceful descent mirroring the sinking feeling in his heart. The changing sky, once vibrant with an orange hue, now transformed into a somber gray, matching his unsettled state of mind.

Each droplet of rain that landed on his face seemed to echo his inner turmoil. He felt a sense of resentment towards the joy and motivation he sensed in your voice. He yearned to be the reason behind your happiness, to be the one who could bring a smile to your face and fill your heart with motivation.

Tokito Muichiro's mind was filled with a mixture of emotions—frustration, sadness, and a longing for connection. He continued to walk aimlessly, hoping that amidst the falling rain and changing landscape, he would find clarity and perhaps even a way to reconcile his own feelings.

“Do you think It’ll go well?” He wished it wouldn’t.

“I wonder if he feels the same.” He hoped that person wouldn’t.

“Ahh… I’m nervous.” So was he.

His inner conflict intensified as he grappled with his emotions. He couldn't help but entertain the thought that things might not go well for you, even though deep down he knew he shouldn't wish for your misfortune. The selfish part of him desired for the circumstances to turn in his favor, to prevent any potential happiness you might find with someone else.

His hopes were tinged with a sense of trepidation. He wondered if the person you were involved with felt the same way about you, secretly yearning for their feelings to remain unrequited. The uncertainty gnawed at him, fueling his anxiety and adding to the complexity of his emotions.

As the rain continued to fall, his nervousness grew. The image of you smiling and being happy with someone else pained him. Despite being your friend, he struggled with the conflicting desire to protect his own heart from potential loss, even if it meant wishing against your happiness.

Muichiro clenched his teeth, silently battling the conflicting emotions within him. He recognized the selfishness in his thoughts and despised himself for it, aware of the agony it caused him to consider the possibility of losing you to someone else. However, he couldn't easily dismiss those feelings, as they were a manifestation of his deep affection for you and his fear of being left behind.

In this tumultuous state, he continued his aimless walk through the rain, hoping that somehow, he could find a way to reconcile his conflicting emotions and navigate the difficult path ahead, all while preserving his friendship with you.

You harbored feelings for another person, someone who wasn't him. It had been a realization he had come to terms with a while ago, understanding that your heart belonged elsewhere. Although he carried his own feelings deep within, he couldn't bring himself to confess them. He was aware that you saw him only as a friend, and while he desired something more, he feared that taking that leap could jeopardize the strong bond of friendship you had forged.

The knowledge of this unrequited love had been a burden he carried silently, unable to muster the courage to confess his own feelings. He understood that you saw him solely as a friend, and the fear of losing the connection you shared kept him from taking that risk.

The precariousness of the situation loomed over him, casting a shadow on your friendship. The fear of confessing his love and the potential rejection haunted him, as he knew it could irreparably alter the dynamic between the two of you. He cherished the bond you had built, and the thought of jeopardizing it by expressing his romantic desires was paralyzing.

However, the bittersweet reality was that by not confessing, he was already at risk of losing you. The pain of seeing you with someone else, knowing that his own feelings could never be reciprocated, was a heavy burden to bear. The fear of losing you altogether gnawed at him, but the fear of losing you as a friend and potentially damaging the connection you shared held him back.

He watched as your figure disappear as you pursued your path, your heart now committed to someone else. It pained him deeply to imagine your happiness with another person, knowing that he had chosen to remain silent and keep his love hidden. The ache in his heart intensified, and a sense of loneliness settled within him as he contemplated the possibility of losing you completely.

Heart heavy with unspoken words and unrequited love, Muichiro realized that he had missed his chance. The opportunity to express his own feelings had slipped through his fingers, and he hadn't mustered the courage to intervene or reveal his true emotions when you took the leap.

Regret washed over him, mingling with a profound sense of loss. He replayed the moment in his mind, wishing he had found the strength to speak up, to let his feelings be known. But fear and doubt had held him back, and now the opportunity had passed.

As the rain poured relentlessly, echoing the weight of Tokito Muichiro's emotions, he scanned the scene before him, his gaze eventually falling upon your familiar figure. Your posture conveyed a sense of defeat, your vulnerability laid bare as you stood exposed to the downpour. In that moment, he felt his own feelings take a backseat as concern and compassion took precedence.

Without hesitation, he moved towards you, his determination overriding any self-doubt or unspoken desires. He approached your defeated figure, holding out an umbrella to shield you from the harsh rain. In that simple gesture, he aimed to provide comfort and protection, even if it meant setting aside his own emotional turmoil.

As he stood beside you, the umbrella creating a shield from the relentless rain, Muichiro remained silent, offering solace through his presence. He understood that now was not the time for declarations of love or complicated confessions. Instead, he sought to offer support and reassurance, demonstrating his care and friendship in a tangible way.

"Y/n," he softly uttered, sensing that something had occurred. The vibrant cheerfulness and effervescent energy that usually radiated from you had faded away, replaced by a profound sense of despair. His observant eyes met yours, and he was taken aback by what he saw.

Despite the rain drenching your form, he could discern tears glistening in your eyes, reflecting the deep anguish and torment that consumed you. In that moment, he witnessed the raw vulnerability you carried within. His gaze softened as he looked into your eyes, mint meeting with the depth of your pain.

"I..." Your voice quivered, not from the rain that poured down upon you, but from the emotional pain you bore. Each word you uttered carried a weight, and your lips trembled with the agony you felt. With a faint, pained smile, you revealed the truth that weighed heavily on your heart. "I was rejected."

He wished he could take away your sorrow, to shield you from the hurt you were feeling. The sight of your small, pained smile tugged at his heart, a clear reflection of the immense anguish you were trying to hide.

As the rain poured down upon them, Muichiro disregarded his own discomfort and willingly let go of the umbrella. Kneeling down in front of you, he extended his hand and gently pulled you into a comforting embrace. You clung to his clothes tightly, seeking solace and support in his presence.

“It’s funny because I really thought I had a chance...” You whispered, your voice trembling with vulnerability. You attempted to laugh, but it only revealed the raw pain that lingered within. Each word you spoke bore the weight of your shattered expectations, and as you shared your disappointment, his frown deepened, yet his embrace provided solace. “Turns out I didn’t…”

He held you even tighter, his embrace serving as a shield against the pain that enveloped you. He listened intently as your trembling voice carried the weight of your shattered hopes and the rawness of your emotions. The attempt to laugh through the pain only made it more evident, and his frown deepened in empathy and understanding.

“He must be stupid to reject someone like you.” As you whimpered in his embrace, your tears flowing freely, Muichiro felt a mixture of sadness and frustration. The pain of seeing you hurt was almost unbearable, especially knowing that he had kept his feelings hidden all this time. He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, wondering if things could have been different if he had been more open about his affection for you.

Gently brushing his hand through your hair, he continued to hold you tightly, offering a safe space for your emotions to pour out. His voice carried a tinge of anger and protectiveness as he responded, "You deserve someone who sees your worth and appreciates all the love you have to give. It's his loss for not recognizing what an incredible person you are."

Muichiro wrestled with conflicting emotions as he held you in his embrace. The desire to protect you and retaliate against the person who had hurt you surged within him, fueled by his deep care for you. The thought of someone causing you pain ignited a fire within him, a fire that longed to defend and shield you from harm.

Yet, amidst that protective instinct, there was a subtle sense of relief that your feelings hadn't been reciprocated. It was a fleeting moment of self-gratification, acknowledging the small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, he still had a chance with you. But he quickly dismissed those thoughts, understanding that it wasn't the time or place to dwell on his own desires.

In that moment, Muichiro reaffirmed his commitment to being there for you, setting aside his own feelings and focusing solely on offering you comfort and support. He pushed aside any sense of relief or self-interest, recognizing that your well-being and healing were paramount.

Deep down, Tokito Muichiro wished that he could be the one to wipe away your tears, to mend your broken heart.

If only you looked at him the way he did to you.

He was right here. Damn it.

As the rain intensified, soaking both of you to the bone, Muichiro remained steadfast in his embrace, refusing to let go. The torrential downpour mirrored the weight of your emotions, as if nature itself was reflecting the intensity of the moment.

Unfazed by the discomfort and the possibility of falling ill, Tokito Muichiro's priority was being there for you, providing the comfort and support you needed in your vulnerable state. He held you tightly, his presence a symbol of unwavering support and solace amidst the storm.

In the midst of the rain's relentless assault, he couldn't help but hope for brighter days ahead. Just as the rain eventually passes, making way for rainbows to grace the sky, he wished for your pain to subside and for happiness to find its way back into your life.

He couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of hope deep within his heart. He longed for a future where he could be the one to bring you happiness, to be the person you could lean on and rely upon not only as a friend but as a partner.

#muichiro x y/n #demon slayer kimetsu no yaiba #fanfiction #muichiro x reader #muichiro tokito #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #one shot #female reader #x reader #txt fluff #hurt/comfort #fluff #rejection #angst #kny x reader #kny x you #anime x reader #demon slayer x reader #anime x y/n #demon slayer x y/n #demon slayer x you #kny muichiro #muichiro x you #kimetsu muichiro #kny x y/n #mist hashira #kimetsu no yaiba hashira #kny hashira

[larz-barz]

body slams the tabl-

HI MILOOO HOW R U DOINNGGGGG????? P.S. I currently have ur oc in my silly artstyle in the works rn HEHEHHAHAHHAHAHA

MAY I REQUEST A N G S T OF MY SILLIES (Muichiro x Koname *COUGHS*

OFCC!!!😃💕💕

(totally didn’t get extremely excited by you drawing Milo-)

*AHEM*

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Wanting to forget

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No matter what Koname did, she could never forget.

She couldn’t forget the sight of her beloved parents being massacred by a merciless demon, or the sound of her brother dying by the same demon as a bloodcurdling scream left his throat for Koname to run.

That’s all she could do on that cruel, twisted night.

Run.

She’s never forgiven or forgotten.

She wants to, but she just can’t.

The nightmare of that fateful night ran through her head as she tried to sleep.

She shot up, breathing heavily and shakily as the tears pooled in her sparkling amethyst eyes.

“Koko..?” Muichiro’s voice sounded from nearby, laced with concern due to her panicked state.

“I-I didn’t mean to wake you.. I-I’m sorry..” Her voice is soft and teary.

Muichiro slowly moves over from his futon over to Koname’s.

“I’m glad I did wake up…” He mutters as he pulls her in for a hug and starts gently rubbing up and down her back.

She cries into his shoulder and he just sits there, holding her.

His presence and being in his embrace is enough to help Koname feel better but…

She still can’t

.

Forget.

~the end~

Aaahhh I hope you like it!!😭 I got a bit dramatic in my wording tbh but that’s kinda what you’re supposed to do when writing so you can properly convey things:D

#ask larz #larz writes #larz does reqs #muichiro x oc #oc x canon #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #angst to comfort #teehee #meow

[lucadrawss]

"They're just a fictional character, they aren't real"

They're my emotional support, thank you :)

#comfort character #yugioh zexal #astral zexal #trey arclight #yugioh #yugi moto #ryou bakura #mha #toga himiko #kny #muichiro tokito #kny douma

[nerosdayinanime]

auuuhhh crying thinking about muichiro and giyuu.....

#read fic Petrichor (In Which Water and Mist are One.) by totallynotaweirdo and i love them so much #theyre awkward as fuck but they chillin. Adore #want to make comprehensive au where giyuu really does just become dad/big brother figure for all the teens #its so funny hes socially awkward and cant be assed to 'fix' how ppl think of him so most ppl think hes just some douchebag #but then he has this following of truamatized kids finding comfort in him bc inside hes really just a lover. #he care so much about everyone and thats why it hurts him so much to lose them. now he has these kids he wants to protect from more trauma #than they already have bc he knows they dont fuckin deserve it. theyre babies. if no one else is gonna make it easy for them He Will #turns from barely living to fighting tooth and nail to make sure these kids can still smile at the end of the day #in turn them making him remember he can smile again too #auughuh #petrichor amazing. writing is phenomenal. muichiro beloved. giyuu beloved. urokodaki beloved! its all great #i need to sleepy... #loserboy giyuu posting

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Sleepy | {GenMui}

Theme: Fluff

Muichiro yawned as he took watched the trees flit past. He was sitting in a train one his way home from a mission. He hadn't slept in a couple days due to constant missions and training. His crow—Ginko—had told him to rest but he'd ignored her.

Now he could tell it had been a bad idea but at least he didn't seem to have any more missions for the night. Besides, it was almost dawn so any demons still out there must be exceptionally stupid to still be wandering outside.

He was almost drifting off when the door to his compartment—which had been empty, due to the early time it was—opened. He looked up to see a familiar ravenette striding towards him. His sleepiness made him have to double take to realize who it was.

"Ah- Shinazugawa-San," he mumbled sleepily. He moved to get up but his body felt heavy. He slumped back down and layed his head on the table.

Genya walked up to him and sat on the seat across from the Hashira. "Tired?"

"Very."

It was silent as the train moved down the road silent as a river. And then Genya said, "How are you doing, Tokito?"

"Mm, you can call me Muichiro.." 

Genya nodded. "Then you call me Genya."

The other nodded lightly and closed his eyes. "Just tired.. I haven't slept in a couple days."

"Oh, well, I'll let you sleep then," the older of the two said, leaning back in his seat and watching the scenery flit past.

"Wake me up when we get to my stop, 'kay?" Muichiro said.

"Which is yours?" 

"Where ever the train stops first."

"What?"

"I was the only one on the train apparently. So whichever is first. Unless it stops to where you were heading to, first, then wake me up then."

"Alright."

Then it was silent again, the only sound being their breathing and the quiet way the train moved.

It was only about five minutes before Muichiro fell asleep. Genya was looking out the window and he noticed that the sun was slowly rising in the horizen. People were starting to get up and ready for the day and birds were flying across the sky.

Then the train lurched to a stop and Genya, noticing that it wasn't his stop, went to wake Muichiro.

The Hashira was still half asleep as he stood up and moved to leave. He nearly topled over, however, and Genya rushed to him to help. "'M fine, I can do it myself.." Muichiro protested.

The way he crashed onto the door proved him wrong so he let the taller lead him out of the train.

"Don't you have to go back to your stop..?" 

Genya shrugged. "Well, I was originally going to go train with Himejima but then again, he'd just told me I should take a break from it so.. I'm free to go wherever today." He smiled.

Muichiro nodded. "Mkay.. You don't have to help though.." 

"I will."

"..Fine."

The two walked slowly toward the place Genya assumed was Muichiro's house. Luckily they had Ginko to lead the way since Genya didn't know where to go and Muichiro was obviously in no state to give him proper directions.

But half way there, Muichiro nearly collapsed again and when Genya went to help him up, he found that the other had fallen asleep. He sighed and picked Tokito up. "Welll, I guess I'll caarry him."

Ginko flapped about teling him to be careful. Genya shushed the crow saying that if they were too loud Muichiro might wake up—which shut Ginko up immediately.

He trepsed up to Muichiro's estate and then realized he didn't have to key to get in. "Oh uh the key-" he stammered, turning to Ginko.

"Nevermind that, the window's open, just go through there," Ginko said.

Genya blinked. "How am I supposed to carry Muichiro through a window??"

The only response he got was "It's big" before Ginko flew away to, presumably, where the said window was.

The window most certainly was not big. It took Genya ten minutes to get himself and Muichiro safely inside—although he almost dropped the smaller one several times in the process. And all that just for Ginko to look at him disapprovingly and say, "Not thaat window you idiot. That one." 

Genya turned to see the crow's wing pointing to a door. A glass one, so perhas it might've  seemed like a window to Ginko.

He sighed but decided not to make a big deal about it, knowing it would only make things worse.

(I ran out of ideas on what to write right here ;-;

I literally spent, like, 30 mins thinking abt it but then my mom asked why i was just staring at my pencil so i stopped

Lemme just end it randomly ty very much)

Genya brought Muichiro to his bed and went back downstairs, wondering what to do next.

At first, he figured he would go home or something, but in the end, he ended up staying at Muichiro's house for the rest of the day, waiting for him to wake up.

It was almost night when Muichiro woke up. He found himself in his bed, not sure how he'd gotten there, though. When he went downstairs, looking for Ginko for some answers, he found Genya sitting on a chair, asleep, in the living room. 

Muichiro smiled to himself and let the other sleep peacefully.

Word count: 873

Yeah so I was writing this and doing my homework at the same time so it short-

#genmui #fluff #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #muichiro #genya #sillyness #silly comfort

[keruimi]

Found You

Muichiro Tokito x reader

Warning: Angst but have a proper ending

Note: I notice that my most favored post is Muichiro's oneshot. So I made another one, I hope you enjoyed it

And all along, I believed I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me.

I have loved you

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"Muichiro" I heard Kyojuro-san call for me as I was standing at the engawa of the Ubuyashiki's household.

The other pillars were celebrating inside as I decided to be alone for a while until the Flame Hashira looked for me when he noticed my presence is not with them.

Both of us were silent as I didn't even bother glancing at him.

My heart always feels heavy so talking to anyone wouldn't make it better if they can't grant it.

"It's been 7 years kiddo. You need to move on" I heard him as he sat on the edge of the Engawa that made me stare at him.

He tapped the place beside him as he looked back at me.

I silently sat down on that place and he already had his arms resting on my shoulder.

"Your mind and heart should not always be on her. You have yourself too"

"I can't" I muttered as I felt my eyes started to sting a little as my memories with her keep flashing in my mind.

"She was..." I trailed off as I saw my imagination on her sitting down on the grass as the moon gracefully highlighted her existence.

For my vision, she was the angel that God sent to me.

So why did we end up that way?

Her fading silhouette disappeared in front of me as I swallowed the lump on my throat.

"She was the only one I have"

"And she left, kid. There are really times in our life that the heavens above would send to teach us a lesson and that lesson you learned can be found on someone else" he advised me as he pat my back.

I look down and I can't help but fisted my hands on his words.

"What if I want her to be my everything?"

"Then that's dangerous" he exclaimed before he stared at me.

I felt the tears in my eyes slowly build up as a small smile lifted from my lips on his words.

"You told me.." I breathlessly whisper as I started to have a hard time speaking knowing my next words would make me break down sobbing.

"You told me to set my heart ablaze. Go beyond my limits. Follow my dreams"

Tears started to slide down from my cheeks as I looked up as his facade softened when he saw my state.

"I did what you told me and in exchange..." I started to heave breaths as he ran his hand on my back in an attempt to comfort me.

"In exchange, she left me" I breathlessly let out as he brought my head to his shoulder to help me silence my cries.

I miss her...

I miss her so badly.

"Why is it so painful when I set her free. She was the only one I had when I lost my twin. Why didn't she stay with me" I continue crying as he let me rant the painful words I didn't manage to say to her.

"Why did she deprive me of the explanation I needed. She knew I only have her, she clearly knew that"

My body trembled in anger that would die down the moment I remember my moments with her.

But for now, I can't take it anymore.

"Kid, listen to me" he pulled away before he tapped my arms in a way to get my attention.

"Some people are meant to stay for a while even if we want them to stay forever"

My heart broke more on his words as I can't prevent my sobs from being drowned down.

"You followed your dreams. You love and that's not wrong. But for me kiddo, you need someone better. Someone who would support your dream of protecting the world. Someone who would stick beside you no matter how cruel the destiny you will face. True love is about staying even if there are reasons to leave"

I wiped my tears using my trembling hands as I looked up to him.

"But I always wanted her"

~•°•~

"Chiro" I heard her voice behind me that made me look up and saw her bring food for me and my brother.

She is one of the girls in the village who started to look after me and my brother after my parents died.

She didn't say her reasons but her happiness with us was unexplainable.

Even my brother can't help but soften up with her.

She is the one who put an ointment with the scratches on my arms and always tried her best to get along with my brother.

I overcame my parents death because of her.

She put colors back in my dull world. She helped me manage my brother's anger.

She made the world more bearable.

Until everything fell apart when my brother died due to the injuries the demon inflicted on him.

I almost died too if she didn't immediately call for help.

She helped me survive because of her gut feeling. It broke me when I barely even remembered her the moment I woke up but she didn't hold any hatred against it.

She still stayed as I trained myself to become stronger, to become a better defender.

Because I won't make it if I lose her too.

I train myself to protect her from the cruel challenges that the world will give to her.

But I didn't know she was slowly drifting farther away from me.

That one day, she suddenly burst her real feelings to the new me.

The new me who became a hashira, to help me ease the deep hatred I had for the demons even if I forgot my reason is to avenge my brother.

"I don't want you to become a slayer!" She shouted that loud and clear. That I could hear the fear and disappointment in her tone that broke my heart further.

"I did this to protect you"

"No!" She snapped back as tears filled her own eyes. "You can't risk your life in a battle"

"Y/n" I softly called out for her as I took a hold of her cheek but she didn't want to look me in the eyes at all.

"I'm doing this, so I can protect the people I love" I muttered as she slapped my hands away from her.

"How about yourself? Did you ever think of your life at least? Why do you always need to look for others!" She shouted as anger filled her eyes that made me step back.

It finally dawned to me that she has the same mindset as my brother.

I wanted to become a sword man because I want to protect the people. My brother thought I was useless for it, and she...

She think I would let myself die on the battlefield.

With my heart burning with hatred, I would not let myself die as long as the demons are not annihilated from this world.

"Y/n" I pulled her to an embrace as she tried to remove herself from my grasp.

"I need this to protect you"

"You don't. If you really think I would like this then let me tell you. I really don't!" She shouted as I could feel her hitting my chest but I refused to let her go.

"Why do you need to end up in this fate"

I felt my world stop the moment she weakly uttered those words.

"I ask for help from the wrong people" I pulled away from her as my own eyes reflect my disbelief on her words.

"Y/n"

It sounded like she regretted everything. Just because I chose to become a fighter?

"I hate you!"

Those dreadful words were the last thing I heard as she turned her back from me and walked away.

My feet were frozen and I couldn't even run to catch her.

No

I can, but I don't have the right words to make her stay.

What was I supposed to do?

Who am I supposed to be just to make her stay in my life.

That day...

I felt like I was really alone in this world.

~•°•~

It's been seven years ever since my family moved to the countryside for a more peaceful life where the village is in harmony and has not been attacked by demons at all.

A place where demons never existed.

Most of the time I thought of that sentence, it only reminds me of the person I decided to leave.

Cruel or not but I did it for myself.

I just can't handle the path he chose for his self.

My thoughts were snap when I remember what I was doing.

I was praying for his own safety.

I looked up and saw the kamidana as I put down my offering before clasping my hands together.

"I pray for his safety"

Even if I left him, even if he thinks I hated him, in the end, I would want him to continue living even if I was not there.

I couldn't accept his dream so I left hoping that he could reach it without me.

Because I know I can't support him knowing he is putting his life at risk.

I don't want to lose someone important to me again.

So cruel or not, I left early so it won't be that painful anymore.

I kowtow in front of the Kamidana before I looked outside the window and the moon started to rise.

How can the night be this peaceful and beautiful but dangerous.

I didn't think of anything anymore as I started to head my way back to my room.

I felt the cold breeze in my room as I noticed that the windows were open. I went outside so I can think better about the choices I made in my life.

One of them was the choice of leaving him.

There are no days I didn't berate myself for it.

It was selfish, because I wanted to lessen the pain and just left him hanging after he lost his family.

But at the same time, isn't it better?

He could follow his dream and at the same time, meet a better woman.

In his story, I am just a side character he shouldn't protect.

Because in the end, I would keep choosing myself.

I sigh as I embrace the coldness of the night as I gaze at the stars above.

I was just a stepping stone for him to be stronger. His reason, but should never be his first choice.

I want him to put himself first before others, before me.

"Yuichiro, I hope you're guiding him" I whispered as I felt my chest tighten.

Seven years, and I still remember both of them no matter how our destiny lined up.

I am still trying to unbind the tangled paths in front of me. The path of my life that I wanted to live peacefully.

I wanted a chosen destiny where I can be happy.

A Fate that wouldn't revolve around him.

My blood turm cold when I hear my mother scream outside my room. Without thinking further, I ran towards her direction and saw blood across the kitchen floor.

My father was holding a sword as the demon had his hand on my mother's neck.

I felt my hands shook in fear as I saw the terror in my parents'eyes.

I put a finger on my lips when my father was about to call my name.

Without a second thought, I took a knife and cut myself on the wrist and finally heard my father calling my name.

"You blood lust monster! I have the blood you wanted" I felt my voice lowered as I said those words.

No matter what, I won't let myself die in this situation.

The demon turned his head on my way and saw his face that almost looked like a zombie.

My body was trembling but I know, I need to stay calm.

"Leave... My mother... Alone" I stated those words with a cold tone as I keep my eye contact with him.

When he let my mother down the floor, I started to step back.

"Dad, I know what I need to do. Just stay with mom" I uttered those words as I keep my eyes on the demon who took a step forward as I step back.

On the side, I saw my father's silhouette embrace my mom's before I opened the door and made a run outside.

I can hear the quick footsteps of the demon beside me as I see the village. There are bodies on the ground as I realized there are more than one demon here.

"I have marechi blood!" I shouted like a lunatic in hopes to get the attention of the demons that attacked the village.

And I did

Knowing the selfish nature of these creatures, they would fight with each other for my blood.

I took the sword of one of the bodies and realized they were from the demon slayer corps.

These people were his peers.

I removed that from my mind when they started to run towards me while others fought with each other.

I slashed the neck of the other demons with all the strength I've got but it was not enough.

One demon manages to take a hold of the edge of the sword before pulling it away from me by force and knowing one of the wrists has a wound.

It started to sting in pain. I hissed as I fell forward to the ground.

My fears were gone the moment the pain settled into my system as I took a hold of my bleeding wrist to stop the blood from flowing.

They just growl when I do that.

Well as long as they are far away from the village, I can make it.

As long as I find a way.

But not even a minute passed by, a demon pounced on me with its fangs shown.

I thought I was going to die at that moment.

If it weren't for a sudden figure who showed up behind me and kicked the demon away from me.

He took his sword out and I immediately recognized the words written on his sword.

'Destroyer of Demons'

I felt my heartbeat quicken when It finally dawned on me the pale turquoise color at the end of their long hair as they easily killed the demons that surround us.

With their back facing me, I can only hear the wind and the sound of insects across the forest.

The figure in front of me finally turned in my direction and I knew...

I knew my destiny is tangled with his again.

His blank gaze slowly softened when his eyes laid on me. A look of relief crossed on his ways as he took strides towards me.

"Y/n" I heard his voice tremble when he called my name as tears built up on my eyes.

"I finally found you"

The happiness and relief on his tone was recognizable as he pulled me into an embrace, hiding his displayed emotions on my shoulders.

I felt my clothes started to get wet and I realized he was crying.

"Mui" His arms grip around me as I feel my chest tighten. The pain...

It was clear to both of us.

It was really clear that no one wanted to be away from each other. All those years because of selfishness, we went through the feeling of longing and heartbreak.

The Selfish I chose for myself. A choice that should be a fuel to his hatred for me.

So he can forget about me...

Yet the emotion I expected him to give me the moment we meet again, was nowhere to be found.

It was simply happiness when he found me.

It made me realize the precious someone I have abandoned that made me have the urge to embrace him like he did.

In the end,

I can't completely remove the feelings that have slowly built up within me

The truth is...

I just don't want him to die on me...

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