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KAERCU: a friends-only blog for various oc and canon characters of the DEMON SLAYER franchise, all unconditionally loved by bel ( 27 & she/her ). this blog will explore the aftermath of war, what becomes of a martyr when he lives, repairing the ties that bind us, and everything in between.

a few notes:

this is a sideblog, so i cannot follow back.

please do not follow me here unless we have previously written on @quietlyblooms.

activity will likely be low to medium.

currently, this blog is a wip!

BLOG NAVI:

but hyouka is surprisingly good at handling people, able to appeal/understand their feelings to an extent — she’s still unable to understand certain ways of thinking without explanation. but people who are afraid? upset kids? hyouka can handle them no problem.

he wants to eat his lunch in peace -- away from the other teen currently recovering at the butterfly mansion. yet kaigaku finds himself begrudgingly sat across from tanjiro while aoi and the other three girls ( he can't remember their names and doesn't care to ) prepare food for the slayers too ill to leave their rooms. he feels incredibly awkward and undoubtedly annoyed to be there and tries to keep his eyes on his meal; he'll be damned before he makes conversation with someone that weakling calls friend. the only reason he's here is because the insect hashira, despite being smaller than him, is surprisingly... persuasive.

kaigaku chances a glance at tanjiro only to meet his eyes. shit. he scowls.

blood drips down kaigaku's temple, falling against the black of his uniform as his opponent turns to ash in front of him. he believes it's just a minor wound, yet his head spins as he whirls around. it's fine. he's stronger than a blow to the head. he's suffered worse.

hyouka blinks at the boy standing before her, feeling a little unsettled, on edge. she checked this room once already while searching for the demon that she was sent to kill, and while she can't sense anything wrong about this stranger, she certainly can't say this isn't weird. he's appeared as if out of thin air. hyouka supposes there's a possibility he's the demon, even if he looks human. there are those strong enough to conceal their presence, fool even a hashira.

if that's the case here, hyouka just might be in over her head.

" you're a hashira, aren'tcha? " you sit on the edge of your own cot, legs crossed and hands keeping busy with your poor, battered haori. there's a tear in the sleeve that you're sewing up, and your stitches are surprisingly neat despite the fact that your eyes no longer watch your work. you're too busy studying the newest addition to the infirmary and one of the few hashira you aren't familiar with. he joined their ranks after you left the kakushi -- or maybe around the same time. you aren't sure.

you want to shove the blonde away from you as a mixture of pride and disgust bubbles in your belly, but your body is too weak. you're hurt, and it is only with zenitsu's help that you can stand. you hate it. you hate him. even after witnessing the truth -- how he changes once he's passed out, how he's perfected lightning breathing's first form -- you still hate him. maybe you respect him a little more, now, or maybe you will. you don't want to. even if he isn't aware of it, though, he isn't weak. it's infuriating to realize.

it's infuriating to have his help.

a few notable changes about hyouka since i last wrote her!

i'm leaning into the fact that her decision to become a slayer was indeed selfish. she didn't want to be scared anymore and never wanted to be in a situation in which her loved ones were in trouble and she'd be powerless to help. yes, she fights to protect others and thinks of her family, but her decision was ultimately fueled by her own fears rather than a pure need to protect her family. satsuki was doing enough to keep them safe; it wasn't necessary for hyouka to become a slayer.

though hyouka will be known to be loud and a lil annoying, i'm doing away with the idea that she tends to come off rude by addressing others familiarly from the get-go and whatnot. satsuki drilled it into her when to be polite and mind her manners. hyouka will occasionally get caught up in her excitement when meeting new people, especially any hashira, but the minute she's corrected, she'll try to manage that excitement.

" what is it, uzui? " his voice booms with energy, though this is the norm; none of the kakushi rushing about the halls pay them any mind, much too concerned with their own duties. it is a stressful matter for them when the hashira commune twice a year like this, which is why kyojuro carries a stack of bowls in his arms. he's trying to be helpful. it's his mess, after all, and what kind of man would he be if he allowed another to tidy it?