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As much as I dislike Muzan, I’d like to write this one to be some really fluffy headcanons. I hope you enjoy!

Muzan Kibutsuji

Absolutely nobody has any idea how you ended up with him.

You’re dating the most menacing person in existence, yet somehow... He’s not a total asshole to you, despite the fact that you’re a human.

It puzzles everyone greatly; especially the 12 moons.

You’re present at every single meeting, and you’re like a ball of sunshine standing next to him. You’re always so happy and kind; it’s extremely strange.

In a way, your extreme kindness terrifies everyone. It takes a lot of patience and fortitude to stay so bubbly beside the actual embodiment of terror.

You’ve got an inside joke with Muzan that you basically have 12 demon children.

During the first meeting you attended after Muzan officially courted you, the room was silent. It was the first time he had all 12 of the moons together in a single room, so tensions were already pretty high. But when they saw a lone human standing beside their leader, they were shocked into silence.

Everyone just kind of looked around the room, hoping someone would ask about it. But nobody ever did. They just kind of thought to themselves “literally what kind of fucking prank is this?”

Several meetings later, Douma was the one to ask about you. Before Muzan could snap his lid, you answered him about who you were in such a cheerful manner. Watching you cling to Muzan’s arm so nonchalantly as you explained quite frankly made everyone more terrified of you.

Eventually, the Demon Slayer Corps caught wind about you. But nobody dared to go after you.

You were a human, after all. You’d had several encounters with them out of pure chance, and everyone is convinced that you’re brainwashed.

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Gyomei Himejima

You had known Gyomei for a long time; you two were childhood friends.

He’d always been a large man, and a gentle soul. It was something you’ve always admired about him, how he can be so kind to people despite his anxieties.

But this.

This was not something Gyomei was capable of doing, and you knew it.

He was far too kind for this sort of situation.

Your master had explained to you what had happened with Gyomei, and to say you were shocked was definitely undercutting it.

There had to be some sort of mistake.

Just as you were beginning to freak out about the whole situation, Ubuyashiki calmly reassured you that he’d already pleaded his case and gotten him released from prison.

“Do not worry, my child-” He softly patted your head, his voice sending a wave of calmness over you. “He is no longer in any danger. If you’d like to see him, he’s resting in the room down the hall.”

“Thank you, Oyakata-sama.” You bowed to him respectfully, quickly making your way to the aforementioned room.

It felt like your heart was beating out of your chest as your feet made soft thuds on the tatami flooring. You hadn’t seen Gyomei in several years, and the first time you’d be seeing him would be shortly after he’s released from prison.

After being accused of 7 counts of murder.

You were in front of his door, and your hands were shaking relentlessly. It felt like your knees were going to give out on you at any moment.

Before your hand could reach the small latch to open it, the door slid began to slide open slowly.

You looked down timidly at the floor, retracting your hand from the sliding door. You bit the inside of your lip as you looked up, eyes met with the broken down face of your childhood friend.

You could tell he had been crying long before you arrived, something that broke your heart everytime you saw it.

“Gyomei...” You mumbled at the sight of him, feeling your chest ache. He looked so torn up, and it was tearing you to pieces to see him like this.

He was mildly shocked to hear your voice at the door, your name coming out of his mouth almost like a question.

The sound of his voice made you quickly embrace him, making the towering man stumble slightly at the action.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, puzzled by your presence. You were the last person he expected to be here; although he knew you were in the Demon Slayer Corps.

You just hugged him tighter at his question, pressing your face into the lower part of his chest.

“Gyomei-san..” You spoke softly, your pressing your face into the lower half of his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Your sudden apology made him tilt his head slightly in confusion, placing one of his hands on top of your head.

You continued to mumble apologies under your breath as your body began to tremble under his touch. You felt so terrible that all of this happened to him; he was the last person who deserved it.

“You don’t hate me, do you?” You choked out, fighting back tears as you spoke.

You felt Gyomei grip you tightly, tight enough to take your breath away momentarily.

“Oh... Dear, no. I could never hate you,” He paused, loosening his grip on you slightly as he realized he was suffocating you. “Despite the time we’ve spent apart, I’m glad to see you here.”

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Tengen Uzui

He is generally not a very jealous man. He’s always encouraged you to be your own person and do your own thing regardless of him.

But on the rare time that he does get jealous, hoo-boy is it ugly.

Not ugly for you, only ugly for the person who happens to make him feel like that.

Usually it’s just a random patron who decides to get handsy with you in front of him.

He will literally fight them.

Towards you, his jealousy is displayed as affection.

Lots of affection.

Pulling you into his lap randomly. Hugging you tightly. Very handsy when he’s around.

He does not like to be angry with you at all when he feels like that. So he’ll turn the negative emotions into more positive ones, or attempt to anyway.

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Zenitsu Agatsuma

When you brought up the idea of meeting your family, he freaked out.

He’s usually a bit over the top, but good god you’d never seen this level of a freak out before.

He was running around frantically, and essentially hyperventilating at the mere suggestion of it.

Suddenly, something clicks in his head, and he’s grabbing your hands and telling you he’d love to meet your family.

You were starting to have second thoughts about it at this point, but you arranged it with your family to have them meet each other. You had a pretty big family, so you were interested to see how he’d react to seeing your 9 (you’re the oldest of the 10 children) siblings, and also meeting your parents + uncles/aunts.

When the day finally arrives, boy is he NERVOUS.

He’s pacing, adjusting his outfit, mumbling to himself and essentially jittering so much that he’s creating his own electricity from the friction.

You calmly reassure him that they’re gonna love him, because you love him, but he continues to babble about how they’re gonna hate him, etc.

Your siblings are the first to greet you at the door when you knock, tripping and trampling over each other to be the first to greet you.

You can practically hear Zenitsu dying as he watches 9 what-seems-to-be gremlins pile out of the door and on top of both of you.

“Nee-san! Nee-san! Nee-san! We missed you so much!”

Your parents quickly follow out the door, albeit not on top of you, and greet you kindly. They quickly wrangle up all of your siblings have them all standing in a line to introduce themselves starting from youngest to oldest.

Zenitsu notices something strange about all of them, each pair of your siblings are the same age. You explain that your siblings are 5 sets of twins, you being the oldest of them all.

He just kind of blinks in response.

 “So that means there’s someone else who looks exactly like you?”

You hit him because you know exactly what he’s implying, but point at the eldest boy in the line and explaining that he’s your twin brother.

He’s so upset.

Your parents introduce themselves as well, your father shaking Zenitsu’s hand very firmly and expressing their gratitude for being so close to their daughter.

You’re pretty sure he’s crying at this point.

Tanjirou Kamado

He’s so excited when you bring up the prospect of meeting your family. He’s always been quite the family person.

You were apprehensive about bringing it up to him, considering what happened to his own family and you didn’t know if it would affect him or not.

Nonetheless, you’re relieved to hear that he wants to meet them.

You arrange it to have them come over for dinner at your house, and you’ll take care of all the cooking.

Which, won’t fly with your mother. In their response, your mother explains that they’ll be over 3 hours before the scheduled time so she can help you prepare the whole thing.

Your two siblings will also be coming along, and it’s obvious that they attempted to fight your mother for the pen so they could write something to you as well.

Turns out, they decided to all show up an entire day early.

They just kinda showed up on your doorstep, house a complete mess as you’d basically turned it upside down trying to find your spare futons for them to sleep on. Which, you’d found, but not returned everything else to their proper place.

You and Tanjirou are just standing there absolutely dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, your parents and siblings are so excited to see you. Your younger brother and sister (twins!) latched onto Tanjirou immediately, which threw him off a bit. But he graciously accepted their hugs.

Your parents don’t even notice the mess as they placed their bags down, quickly embracing you afterwards and scolding you for not writing home more often.

After they’re done hugging you, the quickly turn their attention to Tanjirou, who’s kneeling down talking to your siblings as if they were his own siblings.

They comment on how soft-spoken and kind he is, your father nudging you a bit and asking when you two were gonna get married.

You blush profusely at his comment, shouting at him to be quiet, which gains Tanjirou’s attention.

He looks at you and turns his head, curious as to what you were shouting about.

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Kyoujurou Rengoku

He was the light of your life; literally and metaphorically. He made you so happy. After everything had been taken from you, and you were past the brink of despair; he brought you back, you felt whole with him again.

He felt like home.

But now he was gone, and with him left every dream of the future. You felt so broken.

How you wish you’d been with him during that mission, maybe he wouldn’t have had to sacrifice himself. Maybe he’d still be with you now, holding your hand and reassuring that everything was going to be alright; that tomorrow is a better day.

God how you wished that tomorrow would be a better day, but now you wish tomorrow would never come.

You were a broken mess; hunched over Kyoujurou’s tombstone, tears streaming down your face, staining the stone. The sounds that wretched your body were enough to make a grown man cry. The sobs that you choked out made the Love hashira standing a few feet behind you come to your side to console you; her hand rubbed across your back as you cried, your body shaking under her touch.

Your everything had been taken from you again, and you were alone. The demons had once again taken everything from you, and you were powerless to stop it.

You silently begged god to give him back; let you see his face again as he told you how wonderful you’d become. You wanted to hear him tell you that he loved you at least one more time. You wanted to wake up to his face again after a long mission, where you two had come home and immediately passed out on your futon together.

You just wanted to see him again.

“They didn’t deserve you.” You choked out quietly, your fingernails scraping against the marble of the tombstone as your hands became fists. Your knuckles had become white by how hard you were clenching your fists.

Nobody deserved him. You didn’t even felt like you deserved him. He was so kind to everyone, a passionate man who wanted to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves; so completely selfless, that it left you in awe sometimes. You observed him several times during your missions together where he would almost instinctively throw himself in front of you to protect you if you came anywhere close to being in danger.

Mitsuri had pulled you into a hug at this point, resting her hand on the back of your head. All you could do was sob into her shoulder. A few of the other hashiras, namely Shinobu and Gyomei, had also come to comfort you; their own tears were for their fallen hashira, and also from watching you be in such agony.

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Giyuu Tomioka

You’d heard a faint scream in the distance as you were taking your usual stroll around the outskirts of the small village you resided in. You knew the scream all too well at this point; one that radiated the need for help.

You clenched the blade on your side and proceeded to run towards the aforementioned noise, making quick work of the ground as you all but glided across it.

The faint sounds of what seemed to be a bird talking also came across your ears.

“...demon! ...Tanjirou... trouble!” Those were all the words you could make out from where you currently were, but whoever this Tanjirou person was seemed to be in trouble. You were also well aware now that you were probably about to intervene with the Demon Slayer Corps, which made you feel slightly uneasy.

After a bit of sprinting, you finally came across a huge, relatively vile looking demon; along with it, a boy with a checkered haori, and another... boy (you assumed, given the lack of shirt) wearing a boar mask. Both were heavily wounded, the boar-wearing one more severely than checkerboard.

You feel like you’d hidden your presence well enough to land an attack on the demon in question, so you drew your sword; with one swift motion, you muttered, your breathing as steady as possible:

“Total Concentration: Breath of Water... Twelfth Form: White Water Riptide!”

Your sword sliced through the demon’s neck effortlessly, two thin streams of water following your sword, encircling the demon’s neck to deliver the killing cut.

As you landed softly onto the ground, you sheathed your sword, taking a deep breath as the demon’s head flopped on the ground with a heavy thud beside your feet; the ribbon you had tied in your hair had accidentally flown off when you killed the demon, landing in front of you as well.

The two boys in front of you just stared at you, the dark red haired one’s jaw was slightly agape. You couldn’t get a read on the other, though. But you were pretty sure his face was the same way.

“What?” You glanced at them, blowing a few stray strands of your hair out of your face as you addressed them.

“Who the hell are you?!” Yelled the brutish boar, who had way too much energy for looking like he’d been slung to hell and back.

“Inosuke!” Yelled the other, scolding him. “I’m terribly sorry, ma’am!” He bowed his head, grabbing the back of Inosuke’s head and making him bow along with.

“We’re forever in your debt! Thank you for saving us!”

“Kamaboko Gonpachiro! Fight me!” Inosuke yelled in protest as the other’s hand gripped the back of his neck, still forcing him to be in a bowed position.

You leaned over to grab the ribbon from the ground, tying your hair back up as you stood straight again.

“Don’t mention it-” You said curtly, pausing mid-sentence and furrowing your brow. “Say, are you two part of the Demon Slayer Corps?”

“Yes ma’am!” Responded checkboard haori. He’s so polite. You thought to yourself.

“My name is Tanjirou Kamado, and this is Inosuke Hashibira!” He added, removing his hand from Inosuke and walking up to you. You were still incredibly puzzled as to how he was walking considering how damaged they looked.

“Why did the pig called you Konosuba Gazpacho?” You tilted your head, looking at Tanjirou. “Did he get hit in the head during your fight?”

Tanjirou stifled a laugh, but the other boy was definitely not pleased.

“LISTEN!” The half-naked one yelled, “Just because you saved us doesn’t mean you’re strong! Don’t go thinking you can talk to me like that!”

You snorted, rolling your eyes a little bit. “Yeah, okay.” was all you responded with.

Meanwhile, in the midst of squabbling with Inosuke, you hadn’t noticed the familiar presence behind you.

“You.” Came a familiar voice, and you froze. For the first time in years, your total concentration breathing had ceased momentarily; heart leaping into your throat. Your head turned slowly to look behind you, eyes widened as you gazed upon the raven haired man behind you.

He had dropped his sword, something that shocked the two boys in front of you.

“Giyuu-san!” Tanjirou yelled, his eyes lighting up as he addressed the water hashira. “Do you know this girl? She just saved our lives!”

You took a sharp breath of air, completely numb to all of the sound around you.

“Is that? Is that really Giyuu?” Is all you could think. Your hands were clammy, but you turned your body towards the taller man. You looked at his face, and noticed two glimmering lines of tears streaming down his face as he spoke your name.

Almost immediately, you were also crying. Your chest felt like it was on fire as you ran towards Giyuu, hugging him with enough force to make him stumble backwards, landing on his back as you lay on top of him, practically sobbing.

“Oh my god, it’s you! It’s really you!” You repeated over and over, pressing your face into Giyuu’s chest, his arms were wrapped around your small frame, pressing you closely against him.

“I never thought I’d see you again!” You cried, gripping his mismatched haori.

“I thought you were dead,” Tomioka mumbled, sitting himself and you up, his hands firmly grasping your shoulders as he looked at your face “I really thought you were dead. I-”

You cut him off by pressing your lips against his, making Inosuke and Tanjirou turn around in embarrassment.

“Get a room, you animals!” Inosuke yelled.

You could feel Giyuu take in a sharp inhale of breath, his body growing warm with your sudden action. His face was stained a light shade of pink as well.

“I’m not dead,” You mumbled against his lips, breath quivering slightly as you spoke. “I just, I couldn’t deal with what happened to Sabito and Makomo and I-”

“Left?” The water hashira cut you off, the slightest hint of pain in his voice as he did.

You looked down, placing your hands in your lap, nodding slightly in acknowledgement.

Tomioka placed his hands on either side of your face, lightly cupping your cheeks and pulling your head up to look at him. His face had gone back to his usual calm demeanor, but a slight smile was present.

“Just don’t disappear again, alright?” His thumb trailed across your cheek, making you giggle a little at the touch.

“Fine.” You smiled, placing your hands on top of his.

Meanwhile, Tanjirou and Inosuke were whispering back and forth to each other about whether or not you two were an item, both wondering where the hell you came from.

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Sanemi Shinazugawa

Squawk! No further missions have been assigned to you! Squawk! Stand-by for future assignments!

The small, raven feathered bird circled the air above your head, its voice annoying you to your very core. The only thing you hated more than that bird giving you information would have to be the demons you fought.

Fortunately this time, the information it relayed to you was good information. You were finally getting a break! You could finally relax!

You gave the bird a thumbs-up, signalling to it that you’d gotten its message, and it flew off. It didn’t fly very far though, as it essentially rounded a corner near your home before you could hear it again.

Sanemi Shinazugawa! Sanemi Shinazugawa! Wind Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps! No further missions have been assigned to you! Squawk! Stand-by for future assignments!

Well, you knew he was here now. Which came as a shock to you, seeing as he very rarely visited you at your private estate.

“Piss off, you shit-bird!” You heard the white haired man yell from around the corner of your home, making you laugh quietly to yourself.

He walked angrily into your field of vision, a vein on his forehead visible as the pestering crow retreated towards HQ.

“I see your cover has been blown.” You snickered, teasing the man in front of you. He heavily resisted the urge to flip his own bird at you.

“What brings you to my house, Sanemi-san?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as Sanemi approached you, his shoes making a soft crunch against the gravel on the ground.

He embraced you relatively firmly, not enough to be rough, though. His hand rested on the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair. The sudden embrace shocked you, but you returned the gesture; wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your cheek against his scarred chest. He towered over you by several inches, so his hugs were always nice.

“It’s about to rain,” He stated matter-of-factly “I know you like to cuddle when it rains. ‘Sides, we’re both relieved of our duties right now. So why wouldn’t I be here?” He placed his chin on top of your head, his rough demeanor seeming to melt away as he did.

Your fingers traveled up the middle of his back, making the wind pillar shiver.

“Quit, that fucking tickles!” He yelled, making you smile.

Most people wouldn’t see the small signs of affection Sanemi displayed, as they were covered by his brutish attitude and crude language. But it was something you’d come to love about him; his hot-headedness felt endearing, as you knew he did it mostly out of love.

Sometimes it was purely to be an asshole, though. But you were quick to reprimand him when that happened.

A rumbling of thunder littered the air, accompanied by a few droplets of heavy rain, one of them smacking you directly in the forehead, making you flinch and wipe your forehead hurriedly.

“We should probably get on the por- Sanemi!” You yelled, your heart dropping in your chest as you felt your feet leave the ground; a firm, muscular arm supported the back of your knees and the other your back. Sanemi had picked you up bridal-style without a moment’s notice, and you lightly smacked his chest, even though he probably didn’t even feel it.

“Some warning would be nice!” You futilely stated as he walked you both over to your porch, pretty much skipping the steps as he stepped up.

“Tch, you would’ve protested either way, idiot.”

You rolled your eyes and pouted, crossing your arms in silent defeat. Sanemi honestly loved it when you pouted, it was a cute look on you. But he would never admit it.

He opened up the shōji that revealed your room, a large futon lay in the middle as he stepped into it. The rain had begun to beat down on the roof of your home, coating the gravel in water along with it.

He placed you down in a surprisingly gentle manner, mumbling something about dumb shoes before removing sandals. You slid your own off and placed both sets of shoes near the shōji, quickly retreating back to the soft futon.

Sanemi had already unfurled the thick blanket from the top and crawled underneath it. His legs were slightly too long, though, and his feet poked out from the bottom part of the blanket.

“You need to get a bigger fucking futon already.” He complained.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so fucking tall, then.” You retorted, kneeling down and crawling underneath the covers with him. The look on his face amused you; you weren’t one to cuss, ever. So hearing you say fuck shocked him.

“I think I’m rubbing off on you too much.” He half-joked, his arm absentmindedly wrapping around you as he adjusted himself to lay on his side, now facing you.

You pressed your face into his chest, the warmth of his body making you shiver slightly.

“Nah,” You closed your eyes, your fingers making their way to graze over Sanemi’s chest, your fingertips lightly trailing the scars that littered it. “I don’t think you rub off on me enough.”

Your remark earned a muffled, almost choking sounding laugh from your wind pillar boyfriend.

You snickered at the sound, proud of yourself for being able to make him laugh.

The rain outside was making you sleepy, and the slight haze that had developed made you feel even comfier in Sanemi’s arms. You wished you could stay like this forever; the soft sounds of the rain droplets hitting the plants in your garden, lightly tapping against the small gravel and pooling underneath your porch.

The distant rumbling tied the atmosphere all together for you, your mind beginning to drift. As you started to lull off, you felt Sanemi’s calloused hands lightly stroke your hair, pressing you closer to him.

“Nemi..” You mumbled softly, the edges of sleep beginning to drag you under.

“What?” He asked, his other hand trailing lightly over your waist.

“Love you..” You yawned, allowing yourself to succumb to your comfort.

His face lit up, which is not something that happened very often. “I love you too, shithead.”

“ You’re very warm, it’s comforting.”

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Giyuu Tomioka

It was an unusually cold night outside; although snow littered the ground, the wind had more of a stinging bite to it than usual. You shivered as you walked across the soft, white-layered ground, being mindful of how you walked as to not have your feet sink to deep into it.

Several steps ahead of you walked an absent-minded Giyuu, the current water hashira for the demon slayer corps. You’d both been assigned a mission to monitor a local village for signs of demon activity, as some of the locals had been reporting strange activity near one of the farms. It wasn’t anything that Giyuu himself was worried about, and he objected vehemently to his time being wasted on what easily could be a some coyotes looking for somewhere to make a den.

But nonetheless, you two were scouting around the perimeter, looking for any possible signs of a stray demon.

“H-How much longer are we supposed to be here for?” You asked the raven haired man in front of you, bringing your arms up around you in a futile attempt to warm your arms; the quick rubbing motion you made did nothing to combat the chill.

“3 days.” He responded bluntly, taking a short glance back at you as he spoke. “You should’ve worn more layers.”

Gee, what wonderful advice. It’s not my fault it’s colder than a gods-forsaken ice cavern out here!

You outwardly scowled as his remark.

“The sun is coming up, we should go back and rest.” You suggested, hoping Giyuu would agree with you. You’d been out since the moment the sun went down, so to say you were a bit tired was an understatement. It didn’t help that you two were essentially doing nothing but walking for 12 hours straight.

It was very sudden, but your knees had given out on you, forcing you to eat a face full of snow with a soft thud.

You quickly attempted to regain your composure, but the extreme temperature had apparently been doing more to your body than you had realized. You felt extremely sore and stiff, the surrounding snow not making things any better.

You’d propped yourself up on your knees, brushing the offending soft ice off of your face and the front of your uniform. As you looked up, you noticed Giyuu was kneeled in front of you, his hands reaching out to gently touched the sides of your arms. He looked incredibly concerned, his mirror-glazed eyes observing your reddened face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, patting your arms slightly.

“I-I’m fine, just,” You paused for a moment, riding a chill that overcame you “I’m really cold, and I think it’s affecting me more than I thought it would.”

The raven haired man pursed his lips for a moment before standing up, removing his mismatched haori and beckoning to you, causing you to tilt your head slightly in genuine confusion.

“I’ll carry you back, come here.”

Maybe the temperature is affecting him more than it was affecting you.

You blinked for a few moments, but didn’t exactly put up a fight against his offer. You weren’t really in the position to walk the entire way back to the place you two were lodging at.

You slowly picked yourself up, brushing your legs off as you did. The taller hashira leaned over slightly, low enough for you to get on his back with relative ease.

As you pressed your chest against his back, you were surprised. He was so warm. It was almost unfair.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your head against his back. He’d placed his hands against the bends of your knees, but one hand grabbed his haori from the ground, wrapping it back around his body and placing his arms through the sleeves; it created an extra layer of protection around you from the harsh cold.

You shuddered a bit from the drastic change from cold to warm, burying your face further into back. You wanted to stay here forever, it was so warm.

He returned his hand to the bend of your knee, adjusting you to sit more comfortably on him, and began the long walk home. You pondered to yourself about if this is how Nezuko felt on Tanjiro’s back.

Giyuu’s footsteps were soft against the snow, despite the extra weight you’d created on him. It’s almost like he weighed nothing given how he barely made a dent in the snow.

You placed your chin on his shoulder, watching the scenery ahead of you as he walked. The sunlit morning across the white frosted forest was truly breathtaking, not exactly something you got to enjoy often. Definitely not something you got to enjoy while being carried, either.

“Tomioka-san?” You attempted to gain his attention, but all he gave you was a sideways glance, and a slightly cocked eyebrow.

“You’re very warm, it’s comforting.”

“korojoika asked:

Hello there! Can I have a request for some Muichiro and Obanai fluff? It doesn't have to be anything specific really. It could even be as short as you want! I'm not picky and I'm sure anything you write is really good anyways!”

Obanai Iguro

You were never very keen on fighting, seeing as combat was never exactly your strong point. You tried your very best to learn how to wield a sword, but it never worked out for you in the end.

Nonetheless, you’d passed the final selection without slaying a single demon, you’d just managed to not bump into anything the whole time; which puzzled you greatly. You felt horrible for everyone who wasn’t able to pass, but you were able to despite barely being able to hold your sword without shaking.

Several years have passed since your final selection, and you’d taken a heavy interest in becoming a poison specialist at the butterfly estate; this was your way of making up for your lack of physical strength. You could kill demons using poison rather than fighting, something you’d admired about Shinobu Kochou, the current insect hashira.

In your time studying different strength wisteria poisons and how they interacted with demons, you’d gained the interest of another hashira; Obanai Iguro. His interest in you at first was pure curiousity; is she a new tsuguko? If she can’t fight, how could she has possibly passed the final selection? He would think quietly to himself as he observed you from a tree near the estate.

Weeks would pass by as he would quietly observe you, pure curiosity turning into a mild flame in his chest. He’d come to admire the way your hair framed your face, the intense gaze on your face as you brewed your poisons, the laughing you shared with Sumi, Kiyo, and Naho, the soft smile that grew on your face when Shinobu approved your concoctions for use on the battlefield.

God how he wished you’d smile at him like that.

The thought that flickered through his head made his face light up, heart thumping away in his chest. It wasn’t often that he felt like this, or rather it wasn’t at all that he felt this. He’d felt this way towards one of his fellow hashiras, Mitsuri Kanroji, but he’d come to think of her more like a sisterly figure; her doting would never be exclusive to him and he understood that.

He felt so strange. He was the stern, harsh hashira. He also felt so silly, someone as sweet and gentle and you could never like someone like him.

He’d eventually start leaving you gifts in the area you studied. They were small at first; a flower the same color as your eyes, a sash that complimented your hair, a new mortar and pestle for you to grind wisteria petals.

The one elaborate gift he left you came in the form of a small nichirin blade, about the size of a tanto, that had a unique compartment for storing poison. He watched your face light up in your study when you discovered it, his eyes gazing at you warmly from his tree perch. He watched you show it off to everyone in the estate, your warm energy radiating around you. You also showed it off to Shinobu, who gave him a sideways glance from the estate; a very brief glance, but it was enough to scare the shit out of him. How did she know he was there? Had she known the whole time?

It took him several days after that to resume observing you, he felt like his soul had been snatched from his body that day when he’d been discovered.

But the day he returned, you were nowhere to be found.

Have you been sent on a mission? Where have you gone? Did something happen? His usually stern demeanor was quickly replaced with that of an anxious man; he was worried about you.

“Yoo-hoo~” He was snapped away from his thoughts by a soft, gentle voice, and his heart leapt into his throat. Usually “yoo-hoos” came only from the insect hashira, but this voice was... different. A lot more serene, and it had a more graceful aura to it.

He slowly turned his head towards the direction where the voice came from, and his two-toned eyes met yours. You had a warm smile on your face as you stood at the edge of the branch he’d come to welcome as his new hide-out.

“You’re very good at masking your presence, Obanai-san.” You spoke softly, sitting down slowly on the hardy branch. “I almost thought I’d never be able to pinpoint where you were hiding out at, until Shinobu-san spilled your secret anyway.”

You laughed as you watched his face light up even from beneath his bandages, and you swore you could hear Kaburamaru, the snake perched atop his shoulders, laughing too. He was absolutely shell-shocked. He never expected you to find him, let alone approach him like this.

You scooted a bit closer to him on the branch, his breathing became a bit more frantic as you did. He had absolutely no idea what to do now, all rationality had metaphorically and literally been thrown off the branch.

“I-I, Uh.” He fumbled over his words, why was it suddenly so hard to breathe up here? “I never thought you’d find me up here.”

“Well I never thought I’d have a hashira pining after me, but here we are.” You joked. You were now directly beside him, close enough to hear his heart thumping rapidly beneath his striped haori.

“I feel like we should formally introduce ourselves at this point,” You not-so-subtly suggested to the snake hashira, leaning up against his side, your hand sliding over the top of his.

You had to contain your laughter as he fumbled over his mildly formal introduction to you. You told him your name in return, feeling him become a little less tense as you two conversed further.

Meanwhile, from the butterfly estate, Shinobu Kochou watched you two, a smug feeling washing over her. She had no idea that the usually hard-ass snake hashira could become so soft in the hands of a woman.

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