˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ thinking about him, the man who doesn't verbally express his love. you'll never catch him whispering I love you. never see him running to with arms wide and ready to hug you. never see them stating how much he missed you. but you know he loves you, not from his words but from his actions.
it's the way he always gets you your favorite snack without asking when he goes to the store. the way he scolds you if you haven't drank enough water or eaten much during the day. the way he lets you stain his shirt with your tears as he awkwardly wraps his arms around you because he doesn't know how to calm you down and is panicking on the inside.
he switches drinks with you if you don't like yours. regardless of whether he really likes his own drink. he carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him. he'll let you know how pissed he is the next morning but you know deep down he doesn't really mind.
he does all these things and more in private, only where you can see. you're friends are confused, claiming you can 'do better', but they'll never know what it's really like to be with him. to be loved by him.
sure he may never tell you how much he loves you, never express how much he's been missing you, but you know deep down he does and you wouldn't have it any other way.
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♱ warnings . head canons, angst on genya’s part if you squint
muichiro’s hands are tough from the consistencies of training and hard work, didn’t became a hashira in 2-3 months for nothing. but it isn’t sandpaper bad. cuts liter his palms often — also gets some what clammy
his hands are average in size for his age, or even dainty. he has slim fingers with average sized palms.
his nails run a little unkempt and are sometimes cracked, his cuticles are a little roughed up from fighting. also doesn’t care much for nail care but likes it when you take care of it for him, or even tells you to do it — he likes the feeling of your hands on his; the warmth radiating from your hands is pleasurable.
he gets a lot of cuts often, sometimes when he’s reading he gets on purpose to ask you to help him tend them or bandage his wounds, he likes your touch, a lot.
extra. physical touch is actually one of his love languages and quality time, which is why he does these on purpose.
if you scold him he would have puppy eyes and say it won’t happen again ( it will ).
^ but is happy you care for his wellbeing!!
defiantly plays and / or massages with your fingers. traces the wrinkles on your hands, oh and also kisses your fingers one by one so very gently and lovingly, like if he pushed down too hard you’ll shatter like glass
his fingers are cold but not uncomfortably so it’s comforting to feel on a warm day
swings your hands when your holding hands
his grip is soft and he likes intertwining your hands, he gets this stupid little smile and can’t stop staring at both your hands intertwined
he doesn’t care who stares or comments he loves holding your hands so it happens often, if he can’t for some reason he’ll hold your inner arm or a piece of your clothing ( most likely your hoari / back of your shirt )
genyas’s hands are on the rough side, but his touch is still just as gentle despite the textured skin. because of him eating demon flesh gives the after effects of his skin being more thick and hard.
especially his fingers from using a gun instead of a kitana
his hands are above average with wide fingers, most likely from him eating demon flesh. but nevertheless his hands temperature can go from warm and cold, it mostly runs on cold though.
he has a few cuts littering his fingers but they disappear as much as they appear.
when he ‘becomes’ a demon his nails grow more than his average and more sharper, has a hue of yellow and black — naturally, his nails are sorta uneven and short.
he likes it when you offer to cut his nails and take care of it for him, it saves him trouble but feels bad he’s letting you take care of it and not him, so he tries to help the best he cans.
his hands are clammy when you hold hands cause of how flustered and nervous he is, but you don’t comment or mind it.
his grip is loose, but tender. it firms up at times—like while in a crowd so he won’t lose you or in vulnerable moments
sanemi used to hold his hands when younger and those memories come around his minds when he spaces out while holding your hand, it usually causes his grip to firm up and if you comment how hard he’s squeezing your hand he’ll apologize and stop
he’s flustered and embarrassed holding your hand in public but is proud of himself if he initiated it first. generally way more affectionate in private but still gets red
extra . you two could be watching fireworks at a festival and then he goes in and holds your hand while your looking at the fireworks aaa
so by that, holding hands with him is somewhat rare, unless if your overly affectionate then it would be way more, he doesn’t mind it or anything he’s just shy doing pda — you could just hug him and he’s tomato red.
tanjiro’s hands are pretty rough for the high amounts of training and combats he’s endured especially after the hashiras’ training, but nothing like sand paper bad like inosuke’s. there’s a few cuts littering his fingers but it isn’t major
his hands are above average with slightly slim fingers.
his hands run on the slightly above average size, his hands run warm; good for the winter!
his nails are taken care of, not as much as it was before. trims his nails short from time to time since they grow a bit long since he neglects nail care often.
but offers to do yours! if you aren’t good at taking care of yourself cause of your living circumstances as a demon slayer then he’s happy to do it for you even if you can for yourself — he’s happy to help you.
likes it when you do it for him also, the touch of your hand will always be a enjoyment for him!!
tanjiro’s grip is tender yet firm, you’re one of his reason to live and fight for and would do anything to protect you at all costs. he squeezes your hands especially if either of you came back from a mission.
hand holding with him is regular, if you are a demon slayer then he holds your hand while walking to or back from your missions. he also holds your hands for comfort, expect in serious situations.
inosuke’s hands are rough, he grew up on the mountains so his hands are somewhat close to sandpaper texture, though his hands get clammy. he has scars and cuts on his hands—one or two bruises—cuts regularly pop up.
his hands are above average with big palms and thick fingers, it’s regular for his hands to have dirt on them
his nails and cuticles aren’t the greatest compared to when you took care of them for him, he does a lot of training so his hands’ appearances take the brute of it.
more times than none he’ll accept your help on keeping them trim and dirt free, but he doesn’t really try much to help since it feels a tad pointless to him, but he likes your hands on his.
while training he’s prone to a lot of nail crack/breaking and half the time it slips his mind unless it scratches his skin or something. in which he stops training to search for you to help him clean it.
extra . the same actually goes to muichiro and genya ^ lmao
inosuke’s grip is all over the place, his hold is clammy and there’s always dirt involved to an extent. he’s not really sure how to do the whole hand holding without squeezing too hard and breaking your hand or holding it too loose he loses your hand
he gets jealous if you hold someone else’s hand for helping them and will turn it into a competition for the other person of who held your hand the most, and the person is like : ????
you can scold him but it doesn’t sound very scary coming from you, but it makes him feel fuzzy when you express you care for him.
extra . probably ruins the pure moment by saying lord inosuke can handle anything and then you go along saying that you forgot he’s the the king of the mountain and that he can endure anything LMAO
holding hands with inosuke he’s secretly touch starved so he’ll sometimes take to holding other parts of you if your hands are busy or he really tends to silently hug you
zenitsu’s hands are average in size, they run stupidly warm and occasionally clammy when he’s flustered.
his cuticles and nails are unbothered, surprisingly his nails are cut since he takes care of himself often.
LOVES it when you take care of his nails and you both talk about everything and nothing, or just a silence is so nice with your hands on his — and defiantly looks at you with a awe expression
holding hands with zenitsu is common. he’s lovesick and touch starved, especially for comfort or reassurance when he’s scared.
when you first held his hand was probably for reassurance, his hands was clammy during the time since he was flustered by your action — and scared of the demons — but it was nothing you minded
another one who would swing your hands ^^
saying he will protect you while holding your hand tightly and eyes moist, threatening to almost sob from fear.
extra . he probably feels ashamed because all he did was cry and then you reassure him it’s alright since it’s literally flesh eating demons and you both were about to piss your pants
defiantly sees couples comparing hand sizes and intertwining their hands slowly, then has a thought of wanting to do it with you. ( you both did )
his grip is firm and soft, he knows how to hold a woman’s hand and treats you delicately, though what i said before he does hold your hand too tight, apologizes if he thinks it’s too tight but sometimes doesn’t notice because of the fear he’s accumulating
Could you pretty please write some Genya x reader fluff 😿 Ive been reading way too much angst
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"Y/n?"
The doors slide open, chilling the room even more with the crisp spring air. It was nights with the cicadas buzzing and the hum of night animals in the Butterfly Mansion. You lay in a separate room. Still healing, not caring about your injuries. Just glad your friends were alive. Just glad the person you cared the most about was alive.
Genya stands there in the medical outfits Yushiro, who had stayed there for a few months now helping Aoi and Kanao, had given him. He stands awkwardly, face twisted into extreme embarrassment and exhaustion. He scratches his neck.
"Can I sleep beside you?" The questions simple. He had been suffering from nightmares after the long drawn battle with the demons was over. It was still hard to believe it was over and everyone was healing. Everything was going back to normal. Nature was slowly rejuvenating back to its climax community.
You, still drowsy hold up your blankets for invitation. He quickly slides in settling on the downy mattereses. This was a routine now. He couldn't sleep comfortably without you. Somehow your comforting scent lulled him to sweet dreams, before waking him up at dawn, where he went outside and tended to the trees as a pastime.
You feel the warmth seep in and the faint smell of medicine as he shifts closer. You wrap him and you in the blankets, drawing them close. The cold outside makes both of you seek each others warmth. You breath evens out.
He couldn't help but stare every few minutes as you sleep so peacefully beside him. Trusting him completely. Originally he was gruff. He was glad no one was here to see him like this.
His hand hovers above your face gently. Then he places it on your torso, wrapping himself closer to you. Breathing the familiar scent that calmed him so much. Your matching bracelet you gave to him still on his hands. Every hero needs his crest. This was his. The fact that you two shared a special bond.
You stroke his hair gently murmuring lullabies. He speaks, his voice soft and heavy. "Y/n........what are you going to do after you heal and get disperesd?"
The question hangs in the air. "Probably settle somewhere in this quaint town. Not far away from Master Kiriya. Get married. Have kids. Live a simple life of a simple woman. What about you?"
His breath catches. So you were planning not to move too far away. He could see you. In a domestic life he had always envisioned and wished you had.
He thought about his brother, Sanemis wish.
He thought about how much he felt for you.
He thought about how maybe you two could be together. But he was hesitant. Clearly still flustered and shy around you. It had taken him months just to look at you in the eye.
"Do you have anyone you plan to settle with? Would you......like to.......maybe......settle with me.....I like......spending time with you." He fumbles. "I mean I'm not forcing I don't want to pressure you or anything like that it's just....." His voice trails off his face is red. "I.....really like you.......I love you......and I don't want to tie you down into a life you don't want to live....would you say yes if you wanted to settle with me?"
Your breath catches. But it's not a suprise. And you laugh and it reaches is ears and gods did the heavens strung an orchestra when they made your laugh. You had rarely laughed after the war. And now here you were in his arms laughing. You give him a kiss on the forehead and he almost explodes.
"Genya....I don't want to live a life if it's not waking up every morning with you beside me. If it's not your presence in my life. Yes. I'd say Yes."
Almost died on the spot from happiness there. Yes! Yes!
He couldn't resist. Couldn't resist picking you up from the bed. His almost tired and weak legs bucking out. But happiness had fueled him harder than anything and he spun you around laughing before both of you crash on the ground on a tangled heap of laughing and kissing happy mess.
The floors cold but it doesn't matter. Your hearts warm with him. Nothing can beat the utter joy you feel.
A/n: Hello it's been a while!!! I am back to taking Kny requests, I've also just recently finished rewatching AOT and would love to write for it so lmk if there is anything you'd like to see :)
You knew he liked you a long time before he ever told you. He didn't exactly hide it well. Like at all. He always gave you special treatment; he treated you better than any of the other slayers. And he was always very nervous and flustered around you.
I think he takes a long time to work up the courage to confess to you, but I do think he'd be the one to do it. It was during training, you two were sitting down eating lunch, something he really only did with you. He never joined Tanjiro and the others for meals; he only really ever sat down and ate with you. You two were talking about the training you both had done that day when all of sudden he just looked at you and blurted out how he felt. It was a surprise to both of you. He looked at you like he couldn't believe he had just said that, and he immediately looked away, not able to hold eye contact with you. When you told him you felt the same, he was honestly surprised, but he gave you a relieved look.
He's a little awkward during the first few months of your relationship. He doesn't exactly know what to do or how to be a good boyfriend, but he was a fast learner. Around the three-month mark of your relationship, he wasn't as awkward anymore. I definitely think his love language is quality time. I don't think he's a very touchy person and sometimes physical touch can make him freeze up and he doesn't exactly know how to deal with it, so I think he prefers to just sit and talk with you. Cuddling and physical touch wise like I said I don't think he does it too much unless you initiate it, I can see him holding hands with you a lot but nothing else unless you do it first.
I think he's very good with communication in a relationship, He wants to know how you feel and what makes you feel loved and appreciated at all times and he takes your relationship very seriously. He puts you first before everything. And this leads to him being very protective over you, he always offers to come on missions with you even if you don't need his help he'll tag along just in case.
Sorry this is sort've short just something to get me back into writing but my requests are always open!! Let me know what you'd like to see!!<3
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𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: I’ve been in a bad mood these past few days and today, I had the worst shift in like a year, so I wrote this fic to unleash all my emotions💔 Happy Valentine’s Dayyy! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و
3rd March, 1995
“Excuse me?”
You turned your head to the side, meeting the eyes of the boy assigned as your shoulder partner.
“Can I borrow a pen?”
“Oh! Of course.”
Digging into your pencil case, you pulled out a black gel pen and handed it to him.
“Thank you, I promise I’ll give it back after school.”
“No need, keep it. I always bring a spare for a reason.”
He smiled softly.
“Again, thank you.”
5th May, 2003
Your body felt heavier than it normally did as you dragged yourself out of bed, slumping to the bathroom. The clock read 1:08 PM as you began your morning routine.
The dark circles under your eyes seemed to be permanent, or not. You didn’t know. You didn’t care.
Not bothering to brush your teeth for the full 3 minutes, you spat out the toothpaste and rinsed your mouth. Splashing water on your face and drying it off, you didn’t bother with the moisturiser, skipping straight to the sunscreen.
Breakfast was also optional.
Skipping the kitchen, your feet carried you outside to grab the mail you hadn’t bothered to collect for the past few months.
The slippers dragging across the floor were the only sounds to accompany you in the empty and quiet apartment. Landing on the couch with a quiet grunt, you sorted through the letters without much focus.
One letter caught your eye. A small, square envelope decorated with cute stickers could only make you guess who sent it.
Tearing through the seam, the folded paper was left exposed for you to take and start reading.
Our dearest Y/N,
It’s been a while since we last talked, and even longer since we last met. I know how much you loved him, and maybe you’re still grieving, and that is okay. However, you have been MIA since the incident, and we are all very worried about you. Would you like to join us for coffee this weekend? It’s going to be our usual group from high school. You don’t have to talk about your feelings if you don’t want to, nor do you even have to talk at all. We just want to meet up for old times’ sake. Everyone would love to hear back from you.
Yours sincerely,
Kamado, Tanjiro
15/02/2003
“Shit…” you muttered silently under your breath, fingers grazing over the date written on the page.
You missed your friends dearly, but you couldn’t pry your eyes away.
“Three months… its been a while…” You mumbled to yourself, closing your eyes and throwing your head back with a sigh.
15th August, 1995
Genya’s cheeks were dusted a rosy colour, his heart pounding in his chest as he stood in front of you.
“I… uhm…” his hands shook, hesitantly holding a bouquet tied with a piece of string.
You tried to keep your own breathing regulated, your eyes wide.
“I… I think back about the day we first interacted, when you gave me that pen, and…” his voice trailed off as he swallowed hard. “And… I sometimes stay up late at night, wondering how my life would have been if I were more responsible… I probably would have just been classmates with you, maybe friendly at times in the best case scenario, and- and we wouldn’t have had this friendship between us…”
Genya felt panic rise in himself, his throat closing up as if he was going to throw up. “Uhm… it took… I’m so sorry-” he turned his head to the side, coughing nervously before quickly slapping himself, facing you again. “I was slapped by Zenitsu multiple times before I was convinced that I… that…”
“Take your time.” You managed to chuckle out, a small smile slowly forming on your lips.
“He had to slap me multiple times before I was convinced that I… I… I-I liked you… no, like. Yes, like. Present tense. Uh…” he stuck out the flowers for you to take. “I grew them myself… for you…”
Your cheeks only grew more flushed as you took the bouquet from his hands, your fingers grazing against his. “For me…? You grew all these?”
“I didn’t know what you liked, and I didn’t have enough money saved up to buy you a really nice bouquet, so I managed to get a few flower seeds and grew them for you…”
You stayed silent, watching the man before you stammer as he only blushed harder the longer you looked at him.
“I like you.” You said.
Genya looked at you with wide eyes, and you noticed he stopped breathing.
“You-“
“I really like you, Genya.” You smiled. “You can take your time asking me to be yours, but please know that the answer is yes.”
7th May, 2003
“I have a large mocha with hazelnut syrup for… Y/N!” The barista called out, placing your coffee on the counter before she hurried off to complete other orders in the busy cafe.
Your fingers burned slightly as you took the hot takeaway cup, taking a sip of the beverage. The temperature hurt your tongue, but it at least felt nice to leave the house for just a few minutes.
Walking out of the cafe, you began making your way back home.
“Y/N?” A familiar voice called out. A sweet voice. One you’d recognise even in a hundred years.
Managing a small smile, you turned around.
“Nezuko…”
“Oh my goodness!” She beamed happily, quickly walking up to you. “How have you been? It’s been so long!”
“I’ve been managing.” You chuckled softly. “And I’m guessing the bakery is doing better?”
“The bakery’s doing amazing.” Her smile grew soft. “Would you like to come over? For at least a few minutes, if you’re not busy.”
You hesitated for a few minutes before nodding. “Sure. I got some time to kill.”
“That’s amazing! We actually opened another branch nearby, and that’s where Tanjiro and the others are. Let’s go.”
With the same smile that earned her the title of one of the prettiest girls in the small town, she linked her arm with yours, leading the way.
The new bakery was bigger. The smell of baked goods filled the air, bringing a small sense of warmth and comfort through your body.
“Oh! Y/N!” Tanjiro’s eyes lit up before he waved at you with the biggest smile. “Give me a minute- Zenitsu and Inosuke are at that booth there!”
Nezuko led you to your old group of friends, sitting you across from the two men before taking a place near you.
“Woah- Y/N! How long has it been?” Zenitsu laughed softly, leaning against the table.
“I doubt it’s been that long. Why are you all acting like you’re seeing me for the first time in years?” You managed a small, genuine laugh.
“You don’t look like you’ve gotten stronger. At all. What, you spent all that time inside without doing anything to better yourself?” Inosuke scratched the side of his nose before earning a punch on the back of the head from Zenitsu.
“You bastard! That’s really insensitive, you know?! Did no one teach you manners?!” He hissed.
“No, no. That’s fine. I’ve just been… existing? I’ve been getting by okay.” You spoke through a tight smile.
“Listen-“ Inosuke uncrossed his legs, leaning forward with his expression turning serious. “I’m not joking when I say this. You can’t stay in this situation any longer. Tenya is dead. He has been dead for 3 years, yet you-“
“He was your friend for all of high school, yet you still don’t know his name?” You interrupted him. “And what do you know about grief? You haven’t had anyone taken away from you when you still have an entire lifetime with them, and-“
“Y/N-“ Nezuko gently touched your arm, but her small attempt at trying to calm you down didn’t work. Instead, you stood up, your chair sliding against the floor, creating a painfully sharp sound.
“I’ll grieve however I want to, for however long I want to. You have no right to tell me what to do when you yourself haven’t experienced something like this.”
Inosuke was one of your close friends. He was like a form of escape for you, because his mannerisms brought a genuine smile to your face.
But he wouldn’t understand. He wouldn’t understand the grief you were experiencing.
With your mocha forgotten on the table, you stormed out of the bakery, your eyes stinging with tears.
You didn’t have enough time with Genya.
And you never will ever again.
28th June, 1996
“I love you.”
Your breath hitched in your throat, words unable to come out.
The shy boy who almost threw up confessing to you was staring right into your soul with eyes filled with genuine honesty, his expression serious.
“I love you.” He repeated. “I’m sorry it took me so long for me to realise it, but I do.”
The stars were in full shine, accompanying the beautiful light of the moon that made him glow.
“You… you brought me here to tell me you… You love me?”
“You told me you wanted to see the stars, and that our city doesn’t display the full beauty of them. So yes, I found a place that isn’t too far from home, yet was remote enough to see the sky clearly.”
You had never expected the roles to reverse in such a way. You always thought you’d be the one to confess first. Only once you find your courage, that is.
“You did all this… to tell me that you loved me?”
“Love.” Genya quickly corrected. “I love you. Present tense.”
A small smile slowly rose on your features, tears of joy filling your eyes.
Your body reacted on its own. Jumping into his arms, you held him tighter than you ever had before.
“I love you too. I love you so much-“ you chanted like a mantra, cupping his face and placing kisses everywhere.
The sweetest version of the boy of your dreams loved you just as much as you loved him, and you’d never have it any other way.
7th May, 2003
Dear Genya,
I miss you. So much. I don’t know why I’m still grieving like this. You’ve been gone for 3 years, yet it still hurts as if I lost you yesterday. Actually, no. Every passing day without you hurts more. I think it just reminds me of how much time we could have had together.
I left the house for the first time in a while today. I thought I’d just get a coffee, but I met Nezuko on my way out of the café. She invited me to the Kamado family bakery, and there, I met our old friends again. Kanao wasn’t there, but it was probably because she was completing her medical course.
They knew I didn’t move on. Inosuke told me straight-on that I couldn’t live life like this, but it hurt so much. I said some really hurtful things to him, and I really regret it. I’ll apologise the moment I see him again. I just hope our friendship isn’t ruined.
I’m lost, Genya. I don’t know what to do. Everything I planned about the future was with you. I can’t find myself going forth without you by my side. I just wish you listened to me.
I love you, Genya. So much. You took my heart with you.
Your loveliest girl,
Y/N
07/05/2003
14th February, 2000
Genya’s fingers intertwined with yours as he brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss on your knuckles.
“Are you being extra affectionate tonight because it’s Valentine’s Day?” You teased softly.
“I’m always this affectionate. Or at least I want to be.” He smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “‘M afraid you’ll grow tired of me if I give you too much love too often.”
“I’d never get tired of you. Also, you’ve never been this loving before, not even on our previous Valentine’s Days.” You chuckled. “Are you hiding something?”
“I don’t know.” He mumbled against your ear, stopping to pull you closer by your waist as he pressed sweet kisses on your cheek. “I just want to give you a little extra love tonight.”
“Ah, shit… wait…” You mumbled, pulling away. “I’ve just realised that we’ve been walking in the middle of the road. It’s a miracle we haven’t been hit yet.”
“Just one more second.” He mumbled softly, peppering more kisses on your cheek.
Just then, a loud CRASH snapped both of you out of your little love bubble. Just as quickly as you two turned around to face the direction of the noise, a car tumbled from a nearby turning point, speeding right towards both of you.
Genya had fast reflexes. Much faster than yours, but he always acted on instinct.
In a single heartbeat, you were pushed to the side, before you heard another extremely loud CRASH right behind you.
15th February, 2000
“Last night, at 9:37 PM in the neighbourhood of Chiyoda, a tragic accident took place. A man named XXX XXX was driving back home in his car, drunk and speeding on a narrow neighbourhood road. Upon crashing the side of his car when turning, he lost control of the vehicle, and a 21-year-old man, identified as Genya Shinazugawa, was hit and instantly killed at the scene. The car crashed into the victim before slamming into the rocky walls, which also severely injured the driver. He is currently being treated at the hospital and will be trialed after his recovery. At the scene, a woman named L/N Y/N, the lover of the victim, was present as a witness. She currently has not given a statement, but police have confirmed they have all the evidence they need for a conviction.”
||Additional Tags: Fluff, Gn! Reader, Reader mentioned to be naked, (nothing sexual, just chilling in the hot springs)
||Being a Hashira has always been tiring. So when you had arrived at the Swordsmith Village, you had finally felt at peace and less overwhelmed. Especially when you found their famous hot springs.
“Can you make it feel like home if I tell you you’re mine?” -Lana Del Rey
The sound of your feet hitting the stone steps below you could be heard as well as your soft humming. A few moments ago, Ms. Kanroji had visited you, informing you of the hot springs that they had there. You told her you would join her later on and now you were heading up there. Until you heard loud yelling coming from the top of the stone staircase. A sad voice that sounded exactly like Mitsuri’s.
“Y/N!!” Before you could comprehend what had happened, Mitsuri grabbed hold of your shoulders with visible tears in her eyes. Suddenly, she quieted her voice, glancing over at where the staircase led, the hot springs.
She looked over at you, even more tears now as she attempted to speak quietly, despite her nervous and shaky tone. “Y/n!! The young boy up there wasn’t talking to me! He ignored me completely! I’ve never been ignored like that before!” She whisper yelled over to you, trying her best to make sure that whoever was up there wouldn’t hear her telling you this.
“What boy?” You asked curiously, gazing over to the small view of the hot springs you could make out. The moment that slipped out of your mouth, Mitsuri’s hold on your shoulders tightened and she began shaking you rather aggressively. Your head moved back and forth repeatedly as Mitsuri began crying loudly once more.
“Shinazugawa!” She blurted out immediately before quickly taking her hands off your shoulders and covered her mouth. “Shinazugawa..!” She restated now in a hushed voice with small tears still brimming her eyes.
“Sanemi’s here!?” You exclaimed, jumping back slightly considering you never got along well with the white haired hashira. If he was there, you were keen on changing your mind and skipping the bath in the hot springs.
“No, No! His brother.” She corrected while now holding onto your hands tightly.
You tilted your head slightly in confusion, from what you knew, Sanemi never mentioned having a brother. “Well, if you want you can join me in the hot springs so you’ll have someone to talk to.” You offered with a small smile. Mitsuri hastily shook her head.
“Y/n, I can’t go back! That would be so embarrassing if I show up again!” Mitsuri whined before departing from you with a wave, running down the stairs before continuing her loud embarrassed sobbing.
You watched as the pink and greened haired girl slowly disappeared from your line of vision. ‘Sanemi’s already quite rude, hopefully his brother isn’t the same…or worse..’
With a small turn, you continued your way back up the stairs, only very few to go before you made it to the hot springs.
It didn’t take long to find the hot springs. And it also didn’t take long to notice the young boy that Mitsuri had been telling you about. You stared silently for a while, only seeing his back as he was turned the other way. You shrugged, taking off your bathrobe and swiftly hopping in.
The water felt nice, just as you had expected. Although the smell of the hot spring wasn’t as pleasant. But it was fine enough for you to ignore and disregard. Despite the raven haired male not turning around once to acknowledge your presence, it was obvious he knew you were there. Unfortunately, that only managed to create an awkward silence as his back was facing you and he practically hadn’t moved an inch since you got in.
You slowly bit your bottom lip. If you chose to stay silent, the awkwardness would only get worse. But if you said something, you were sure he would ignore you as he did Mitsuri. And that really wouldn’t fail to make you more embarrassed.
Seeking to ignore him being there to make yourself feel less awkward, you continuously averted your gaze anywhere else you could.
You mentally groaned, deciding it would be better if you at least try to make small talk. Hopefully you wouldn’t end up as Mitsuri did. It wouldn’t be too bad, right?
“You’re Shinazugawa’s brother, right?” You questioned with nothing else to say. The boy suddenly turned to look at you, the hot water swishing ever so slightly. No answer. Just a deadpanned stare coming from him.
You shifted uncomfortably, awaiting an answer you had a feeling you wouldn’t receive from him.
“You and your brother don’t seem much alike. You’re much cuter.” You stated with a small closed eyed smile, remembering a day ago in Swordsmith when Mitsuri told you giving a compliment can sometimes help people open up.
No answer.
A small sweat drop appeared on your forehead as your smile slowly but surely began faltering. Your eyes remained close in fear that if you opened them, that deadpanned state would only harden.
Yeah, you were right. I mean, you couldn’t keep your eyes closed forever. You opened them a few moments after, the same stare he had on you before not fading in the slightest. The only thing different was the small shade of red on his cheeks.
Your eyes squinted, inspecting him more to see if you could at least determine why he wasn’t speaking. Either he was just as ill-mannered and impolite as his older brother, or he had a reason for ignoring you and Mitsuri.
After all, the both of you were Hashira’s. It wasn’t every day you got ignored. Especially by someone in a lower rank of the corps.
‘Oh.’ You finally determined after a small while of staring back at him intently. ‘He’s nervous?’
His nervous demeanor only got worse the moment he realized you were staring at him without looking away.
“Are you nervous? You don’t have to be.” You finally spoke again, another small smile showing on your lips while you moved into a more comfortable position.
Genya’s face was quick to turn into a darker shade of red as his eyes focused on something else instead of you. Of course, he wouldn’t admit something like that. Especially to a Hashira that was the same age as him.
“How would you like to join me for dinner? That way I could learn more about you. I really didn’t expect a fellow hashira to have a brother the same age as me. It would be nice to make a new friend.” You ranted on, the new smile on your face not disappearing once.
Ignoring a hashira had been one thing. But declining a nice offer from one was a completely different thing. None the less when the hashira is pretty.
“Are you fine with that?” You heard the boy mutter, now looking in your eyes once more.
After the two of you had stayed in your room together, you began talking endlessly to Genya. He didn’t exactly say much to you, it was obvious he was still nervous.
You didn’t want him to be. You already got him to agree to hang out with you again tomorrow. And genuinely, you had been excited to make a new friend.
In the middle of telling a story while laying on the floor bored, you heard a small laugh come from Genya, making your cheeks heat up in the smallest way. A smile fell on your lips. Progress, right?
Your gaze averted over to Mitsuri who was peeking through a small crack in the door, watching you and Genya get along. She was still quite sad herself she was ignored, but seeing you make a friend your age in the demon slayer corps brightened her mood.
Time for a Taisho Secret!: When Genya noticed you in the hot springs, it wasn’t the first time he had ever seen you before. He had actually first saw you in the butterfly mansion and really wanted to say hi, but felt too embarrassed to do do. Especially since you’re a hashira. (He also heard your conversation with Mitsuri about him and felt really bad about it. When he opened up to you more, he asked you about a way he could apologize to Mitsuri.)
Category: Enemies to lovers, slow burn romance, angst and fluff.
Warnings: Manga spoilers (if you squint), mentions of death, blood and injury and swearing.
Prologue
Kanae-sama and Shinobu-sama had taken you in as a child after a demon attack had brutally slaughtered your parents. From that day on, you harboured a deep resentment towards the foul creatures that had caused so much pain and suffering, not just to you but to countless others as well.
Despite the trauma you had endured, your gratitude towards the Kocho family never wavered. They had taken you in, provided you with a loving home, and helped you heal from the devastating loss of your parents.
While Kanao was timid and obedient, you were more like a replica of Kanae-sama's personality - kind, loving, and easy-going, except when it came to your deep-seated resentment towards demons.
Your bond with Kanae-sama was as tight as any sibling relationship could be. Shinobu-sama recognised your deep connection with her biological sister and would even let her strict personality slip around you. From dawn until dusk, you trained with Kanae-sama and shared meals with her every evening. You were inseparable, to the point where Shinobu-sama had to physically intervene to separate the two of you.
Until she died at the hands of Upper Moon 2. The news spread like wildfire, and you threw yourself into training with tireless resolve, determined to become the Tsuguko that Kanae-sama had hoped for.
Kanao and Shinobu-sama were worried about you day and night, and despite Kanao's silent presence, she never left your side. She was aware of the hole in your heart that may never be filled again after Kanae-sama's death.
A part of you, gone.
“You’re not going to like this,” Aoi said as a way of greeting. She was standing at the sliding door of yours and Shinobu-sama’s research room.
“Aoi-chan,” you looked up at her from your microscope. “What are you unhappy about now?” You teased.
“Oh, it’s not me who's going to be unhappy,” Aoi said, giving you a knowing smile. You raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you heard a pair of unfamiliar footsteps approaching.
Aoi stepped aside and introduced you to the boy. "This is Shinobu-sama's Tsuguko," she said, "She'll be giving you frequent check-ups, so please treat her with respect." Her words dripped with venom as she added, "And if you don't, I'll poison your medication."
The boy stood in the same spot where Aoi had been moments before, his impressive height looming over her. He donned the uniform of a demon slayer, and his muscular physique strained against the tight sleeves. As you observed him closely, you couldn't help but count the numerous scars that littered his body.
You also couldn't help but notice the unruly, unevenly cut hair on his head that resembled a rooster's comb.
“You’re fucken kiddin’ me,” were his first words.
You smiled in realisation, remembering clearly where you first met this boy.
Upon reaching the mountain top, you both were met with the discord of yelling and bodies shifting aggressively on the cobblestone path.
“This is for starin’ at me, ya yellow-headed freak,” the boy shouted as he grabbed the other young boy by his yellow kimono.
The examinees were scattered, murmuring, yet none intervened.
“I WASN’T STARING AT YOU!” He shrieked.
Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.
“Ya were, dickwad,” the boy replied, his fist raised menacingly.
Without hesitation, you swiftly made your way towards the boy, grabbing his wrist tightly.
“It’s rude to assault strangers,” you said calmly, a smile plastered onto your face.
"The fuck," he said aggressively as he tried to retract his wrist from your grasp, you tightened your grip even more.
The yellow-haired boy fled the moment he saw an opening, tears streaming down his cheeks as he trembled uncontrollably.
“Let go, bitch,” he spat out, face turning red.
Kanao took a step toward him, a silent threat emanating from her.
“It’s okay, Kanao,” you said kindly, “Some people are unfortunate to not have been taught basic manners.”
The bystanders began to chuckle lightly.
"One day, I hope he learns to be kind," you said, twisting his wrist firmly. "Otherwise, his attitude will be the death of him." You then took hold of his elbow, manoeuvring it into a lock and guided him towards the ground.
A resonating thump followed as he hollered below you.
“YOU FUCKEN BITCH I’LL SLAUGHTER YOU!”
“Your attitude has not changed since then it seems,” you stood, slowly walking towards him.
He had grown an incredible amount in the short time since you last saw him, a clear indication of Himejima's rigorous training regimen and, most likely, his constant consumption of demon flesh.
"Thank you for bringing him here, Aoi-chan," you said, the boy was staring back at you with a bewildered expression. "You may go now," you added, dismissing Aoi with a nod of your head.
“Please come in,” you said, turning and leading the way towards the working desk, where there were two chairs on opposite sides of the table. “Please take a seat,” you gestured towards one of the chairs, noticing that the boy was still standing by the door.
"I'm not coming in," he declares, looking down the hallway, averting his gaze.
"Why is that? I won't bite," you joke with a friendly smile. But the boy remains rooted to the spot.
“What’s your name?” you asked politely.
“None of your business,” he snapped back.
“Okay, none of your business,” he scoffed at that. “I’m going to be putting my valuable time and efforts into you-”
“That was your choice,” he cut you off rudely.
Classic
“Himejina-san informed me all about your case,” You walked towards the cabinet, situated on the far side of the room, where you stored all sorts of medicinal concoctions. Your gaze scanned the shelves, searching for the specific one you needed, after a few moments of searching, you finally found the right vial and walked back towards him.
As you approached him, you noticed he was watching you every step of the way. You held out the vial and said, "I've created this specifically for your special case. It's designed to help mitigate any extraneous effects that may arise."
The boy's eyes narrowed sceptically as he glanced back and forth between you and the vial. He hesitated before finally speaking up, "What if you poisoned this shit?"
"Don't worry," you said. "It's completely safe.”
He took the vial and inspected it closely. "Should you ever feel overwhelmed with the powers of the demons you consume, this should help ease it," you explained. "I recommend that you drink a tablespoon every half day and come back to me every week to check in on your progress."
You took a step back from him and flashed a teasing smile. "And maybe then, you'll finally feel comfortable enough to share your name with me!"
His face contorted into an irked expression, and he turned to walk away upon hearing your comment. As he strode down the hallway, you noticed him tuck the vial into his pocket and observed his ears turning red.
A few days later, a group of three new demon slayers arrived at the Butterfly Mansion and were granted the privilege of staying there. You recognised each one of them from the mountain top of the final selection. Among them was the yellow-haired boy named Zenitsu, who seemed to recognise you even more. He took a considerable liking to you, constantly fawning whenever he catches sight of you.
But what surprised everyone was the presence of a demon among them. It was unprecedented to have a demon among the ranks of the demon slayers; however, despite this, you have taken a liking in investigating the demon named Nezuko.
Kanae-sama had a goal of eventually living in peace with demons. If Kanae-sama were here, she would have loved Nezuko, a sweet young girl who can easily be seen as a younger sister figure to almost anyone.
“Zenitsu-san, your drool is creating a puddle on the ground,” you said as you were training.
He sighed dreamily, “You’re so radiant, etherial, powerful-”
You promptly resumed your training as Zenitsu's words started to sound like white noise.
As he continued to ogle over you, another presence approached the training grounds. He stopped immediately upon seeing you training, his eyes scanning over your movements with interest.
He watched as you effortlessly destroyed every single bamboo target with just a few swings of your Nichirin blade. Your movements were so swift and precise, as if you were dancing through the air. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy and spite as he watched you move with such ease and grace.
He wondered how many hours of practice and dedication it must have taken to reach such a level of skill.
He could tell that you had been a Tsuguko for quite some time, likely honing your skills through rigorous training and practice. If you continued at this pace, he couldn't help but wonder if you might become a Hashira in a matter of months. And what was even more impressive was that you would be the second youngest among the Hashira, which made your potential all the more remarkable.
The thought of someone else reaching such a high level of skill and potential while he remained stagnant infuriated him. It stung even more because he had always wanted to impress his brother, the only person he ever truly wanted to please. But seeing your abilities, he couldn't help but feel like he would never be good enough in his brother's eyes.
You turned around, a smirk spreading across your face as beads of sweat rolled down your serene complexion. "Oh, didn’t see you there," you said with a chuckle. "I'm glad you came back."
Zenitsu's eyes snapped to where you were now looking and he yelped, "SCARY MAN!"
The boy turned to face Zenitsu and said, "Piss off, creep.”
His words made Zenitsu run to where his other two companions were within the mansion.
You headed towards the engawa, where a carafe of water was waiting for you. As you walked away, he couldn't help but survey the damage you had done to all of your targets. It was clear that you had accomplished it all without using any specific techniques, leaving him in awe. "How did you do that?" he blurted out.
As you finished gulping the water, swiping the rouge droplets from your chin you asked, “Do what?”
He pointed towards the targets, now reduced to mere fragments joining with the dirt on the ground.
You let out a small laugh, "How did I do it without using any breathing technique?" You walked towards his side, "You're quite observant. How about you tell me your name and I'll teach you a thing or two?" You teased.
"Genya Shinazugawa," he replied straight to the point.
You grinned and said, "I meditate for an hour every morning and night."
He looked at you with disbelief and asked, "Ya kidding, right?" He visibly deflated and continued, "Ya tellin’ me you sit on your ass and breathe for two hours a day? That's fucken ridiculous," his tone laced with disdain.
"You'll understand one day," you replied, a hint of amusement in your voice, and then pivoted on your heel. "Let's start your check-up, Genya-san."
“Take off your shirt,” you instructed.
Genya stuttered in surprise, “What?”
As you reached for the stethoscope from the table drawer, you said, "I need to listen to your lungs and heart for any defects.”
“Oh.”
Respecting Genya's privacy, you continued facing the opposite direction as he removed his upper layers. You could hear the rustling of clothes and then the sound of them falling to the floor. Once you sensed that he had finished, you turned around to face him.
You couldn't help but marvel at his physique. At his age, he was unbelievably ripped with muscles and scars that seemed to accentuate his sculpted form, as if he was crafted from the finest quality marble. You rubbed your eyes, pretending as if something had gotten into them and then looked at him, only to find that he was already staring back at you.
“Please have a seat,” you gestured towards the chair beside the table.
He complied, appearing to be more cooperative than before. You pulled a stool in front of him and noticed him tense up, every muscle in his body taut.
You clenched your jaw, put on the earpieces, and carefully placed the stethoscope on his left pectoral, listening to the booming beat of his heart.
"Why is your heart beating so quickly, Genya-san?" You prodded, looking up at him through your lashes.
"Drank tea," he replied too quickly.
As you removed the stethoscope from his pectoral and stood up, you noticed that he was staring out the window.
"Are you nervous, Genya-san?" you asked, trying to provoke a response.
He snapped his eyes toward you. "Fuck no," he said, his voice tense.
You towered over him as he remained seated in the chair, observing the way his jaw clenched and unclenched and his hands balled up in fists. Maintaining eye contact, you slowly walked around to his back and brought the stethoscope above his scapula.
“Genya-san,” you said softly.
"What?" he said sharply.
"Your lungs aren't expanding and contracting properly," you pointed out, a clear indication that he was holding his breath. "I'm going to need you to take some deep breaths for me."
Reluctantly, he complied and you listened carefully to his breathing. His lungs seemed to be contracting more than they should for someone at rest.
You took a step back and removed the stethoscope, gaping at the size of his back. Quickly, you shook your head, trying to clear the improper thoughts that had crept into your mind.
He hastily gathered the clothes lying on the floor and put them on. “Has the medicine been helpful to you in any way?” you asked.
He responded with a grunt.
“I need you to respond verbally, Genya-san,” you insisted.
“Yes,” he snapped.
"Very well," you said, making your way to the table and focusing on the array of ingredients on your shelves, trying to regain your composure.
"You're healthy. I'll just need you to avoid drinking tea before our next check-up," you concluded.
You heard the sound of the door sliding opening. "Please close the door on your way out," you said delicately, not turning around to face him. He did exactly that, saying nothing but walking out of the room. You swore under your breath.
As he sped down the hallway, his mind raced and his heart pounded with a sense of urgency.
He knew he couldn't deal with you anymore. The thought of being trapped within four walls with you made his stomach leap, a clear indication of disgust.
Your soft spoken voice, loving eyes and kind touches had a way of making him feel at ease. He couldn't help but notice how you treated everyone with kindness, even those who mistreated you. It was intoxicating and he couldn't comprehend how someone could be so selfless.
Your angel eyes saw good in many evil, it was something that both repulsed and charmed him at the same time. He couldn't understand how you could be so forgiving and compassionate, yet he found himself drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
As he rushed out of the mansion, he bumped into a red-headed boy, barely registering his presence. The boy yelled something after him, but all Genya could think of was getting away from you. He needed to breathe, to clear his head, because the more he allowed himself to be drawn towards you, the more his carefully constructed plan to reach his brother began to crumble.
He knew he couldn't afford to let himself catch feelings for you. It would only make things more complicated and could jeopardise everything he had worked so hard for. But the more he thought about you, the more he found himself unable to resist your angelic nature.
Genya's frustration boiled over as he ran his hands through his hair, yanking on his locks in anger. "FUCK!" he shouted, lashing out and kicking a nearby rock, sending it careening into the trees.
Today was the day of another weekly checkup.
You were prepared, steeling yourself to remain professional and composed despite the tension that lingered between you.
As you waited for Genya's arrival, you reviewed your notes and made sure everything was in order. Despite trying to remain composed, you couldn't help but feel a tinge of anxiety in the pit of your stomach.
It was a little late, later than he had previously arrived. You tried to push the feeling aside, reminding yourself that anything could have delayed him and it was better to wait patiently.
The sun had already set and the night stars were becoming prominent outside your window.
"Where is he?" you muttered to yourself, glancing at the clock on the wall.
You couldn't help but wonder if he was deliberately avoiding the appointment, perhaps because of his stubborn nature or his reluctance to be confined in the medical room.
So be it, Genya.
Despite trying to distract yourself with training, your thoughts kept wandering back to Genya. It had been several days since you last saw him, and you couldn't help but wonder where he was and what he was doing.
But you pushed those thoughts aside and focused on your role as a mentor to Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu. You spent long hours helping them hone their skills and improve their techniques. Tanjiro, in particular, showed remarkable progress and you couldn't help but feel proud of him.
"Tanjiro-san, you're improving at an astonishing rate!" You praised him.
"It's all thanks to everyone here, including you," he replied with a grin.
One of the things that made you happiest was being able to help others. You had a big heart and always went out of your way to offer assistance, even when it wasn't necessary. Seeing others improve and achieve their goals gave you a sense of fulfilment that was hard to describe.
"You too Inosuke-san, well done!" You gave his arm a genuine squeeze, acknowledging his effort.
Inosuke mumbled something behind his mask, but you could sense the delight in his tone.
Zenitsu, on the other hand, couldn't help but interject.
"But what about me,” he whined. "Am I improving too?"
"Well, Zenitsu-san, you're definitely...trying," you said diplomatically.
Zenitsu pouted, clearly hoping for more praise, but you knew he had a lot of work to do before he could truly become a skilled demon slayer.
Despite his flaws, however, you couldn't help but feel a soft spot for him. You looked around the training grounds and realised you needed to get back to your research.
"I'll leave you all to your training," with a wave goodbye, you turned and walked away while they bowed in response.
As you strode, you heard the sound of yelling and pleading coming from inside the mansion.
Your curiosity piqued, you quickened your pace and soon noticed droplets of blood on the hardwood floor. Your hand instinctively reached for the hilt of your sword.
Running, you followed the trails of blood and desperate cries, your heart racing with fear and anticipation. Finally, you skidded to a stop, frozen at the sight before you.
Genya had always been aware of the risks that came with being a demon slayer. But this particular demon had been stronger than he had anticipated and had managed to inflict injuries that were more severe than he was used to.
Genya relied on consuming the flesh of other demons to heal his own wounds, but this time he had not been successful in consuming a single thing from the demon. This lack of regeneration made the wounds even more excruciating and difficult to deal with.
Despite the pain, his first thought was to find you, the medical expert who could treat his injuries. He knew that he needed your help to heal and get back on his feet. With that in mind, he had managed to make his way to the mansion, gritting his teeth through the pain as he focused on reaching you.
Naho, Kiyo, and Sumi trembled in fear as Genya strode through the gates of the Butterfly Mansion, paying no heed to his open wounds.
He was stubborn to reach you. He trusted only you to treat him or even touch him.
Blood dripped from his wounds, leaving a trail on the floorboards of the mansion as he made his way towards your office. He ignored the cries of the three girls, driven solely by the hunger to reach you.
“You’re dripping blood on the floor, please stop!” Naho begged.
“Let us help you, Genya-sama, it will only get worse!” Kiyo added.
“Shut up,” he snarled. He didn't mean to sound so hostile, but he needed to reach you without distractions.
The sound of the girls’ screams echoed in Genya’s ears as he shoved his way towards your office, ignoring the pain that shot through his body with every step.
His hand left bloody smears on the door as he pushed it open, desperate to find you. But when he stumbled into the room, he found it empty.
His vision was blurry, and he was seeing spots, the pain almost unbearable. He staggered backwards, using the wall to steady himself as he tried to call out for you.
Suddenly, he heard the skid of someone stopping behind the three girls who were still screaming in terror. He turned his head, his eyes fixing on you as you stood there with your hand on the hilt of your sword.
You were frozen in place, clearly shocked by the bloody and battered figure of him.
“Genya Shinazugawa!” You gasped in shock, your hand instinctively flying to cover your mouth.
You gently moved Sumi out of the way to reach him. As you got closer, you saw the bloody handprints on the door and the exhaustion on Genya's face. Your heart sank at the sight of his injuries.
“Please prepare the first aid materials in the infirmary,” you commanded the three girls, they ran quickly.
"Genya, what happened?" You asked, your voice trembling with concern as you took a closer look at him.
“Demon,” he said softly. “In a lotta pain,” he added.
You nodded, your mind already racing with what needed to be done. "Let’s get you cleaned up,” you said.
You gently took Genya's hand and led him towards the infirmary, careful not to aggravate his wounds. Despite the excruciating pain he must have been experiencing, he stiffened at the sudden contact. You noticed this and quickly dropped your hand, apologising, "Sorry, I should have asked."
Genya grabbed your hand and held it tightly. "No," he said, "I liked it."
Your eyes widened at his bold statement, and a blush crept onto your face. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you led him into the infirmary.
After a few hours of tending to Genya's wounds, he finally succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a deep slumber.
You sat by his bedside, watching over him as he slept. As you gazed at him, you noticed how peaceful he looked, with his breathing slow and steady.
With your heightened senses, you slowly turned to catch a glimpse of a white-haired man standing silently by the door.
He lifted his index finger to his lips, signalling for you to stay quiet.
You nodded in understanding, still surprised by his unexpected arrival.
He sat himself softly on Genya's bed and pressed a kiss onto his forehead. Your eyes widened as you pieced together the resemblance between the two of them.
Sanemi Shinazugawa left a kiss on his brother's forehead.
After Sanemi finished looking at his brother, satisfied with the amount of care given to him, he walked towards you and whispered in your ear, “Thank you.” He then walked out of the room.
The next morning, you decided to bring breakfast to Genya, wanting to compensate for his sore body with a meal served in bed. As you entered the room, you found him sitting up and staring out of the window, watching the lush trees dance in the fresh air.
"Good morning," you greeted him with a beautiful smile, holding a tray of food in your hands.
"Mornin’," he grumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep.
You couldn't help but feel a little flustered at the sound of his voice.
"I brought you some food," you said, making your way to him. "May I sit?" you gestured towards the bed.
"Feel free," he replied softly.
You sat down next to him and placed the food on his lap, pouring a glass of water from his side table. Genya was about to grab a spoonful of food for himself, but you gave him a warning glance.
"What?" he looked confused.
You took the spoon from his fingers and guided it to his mouth, feeding him yourself.
His face turned bright red as he promptly covered it with his large hand, grabbing your wrist. "I can feed myself," he whispered.
"I know," you replied with a teasing smile. "But I can't help enjoy seeing you blush.”
He stared at you intently, as if searching for something in your eyes.
“You need to eat, Genya-san,” you reminded him.
He opened his mouth and you brought the spoonful of food towards him. He gratefully accepted it and sighed in satisfaction after swallowing it. Then, you brought the glass of water to his cracked lips.
Water escaped from his mouth and dribbled down his chin. You quickly wiped it away with your thumb, but as soon as your skin made contact with his, you felt a jolt run through you. You looked up at him and noticed that his eyes had clouded over and his ears were red.
"I'M SO JEALOUS!" Zenitsu exclaimed loudly.
"Shut up!" Inosuke swatted Zenitsu’s head.
Genya turned his attention to the door, where Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro were peeking in.
"Nezuko-chan," you said while sitting on the engawa, gently smoothing out her hair. She was lying on your lap as the two of you basked in the moonlight.
She let out an enthusiastic hum, and her small hands reached up to grasp yours, nuzzling her cheek against your palm.
The gesture made your heart swell with warmth, and you couldn't help but think that this is how Kanae-sama must have felt when you were younger.
You chuckled softly as you noticed Genya’s attempting to spy on the two of you from the hallways of the mansion. "Ganya-san thinks I can't see him spying on us," you said with amusement.
He made his presence even more obvious by speaking up, "Ya know you got a demon on your lap, right?" he said.
"I am most aware," you smiled at him.
The moonlight highlighted your features even more, making you look ethereal.
"Why do you smile," he asked, his curiosity piqued. "When you feel so angry all the time?"
His sudden analysis caught you off guard, and you couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Nezuko gazed up at you, her eyes full of curiosity and admiration. You couldn't help but think of Kanae-sama and how she used to play with your hair in the same way you were now with Nezuko.
Genya's words had stirred up memories of Kanae-sama and the pain of her loss came flooding back. Your throat started to tighten, and tears welled up in your eyes. "Fuck," Genya was taken aback by your sudden change in attitude.
Nezuko's sudden embrace took you by surprise. You cried hard on her shoulder, the memories of Kanae-sama and the pain of losing her flooded back to you. Your tears wet her kimono, but she didn't seem to mind. It was as if she understood your pain, despite being a demon.
Genya watched with a mixture of confusion and concern. He had never seen this side of you before, and it made him realise how little he knew about you. He always saw you as the kind-hearted person with a beautiful smile on your face, always ready to help anyone in need.
It was difficult for him to see you in so much pain, and he didn't know how to comfort you.
He hesitantly placed a hand on your head, and you made a muffled sound of surprise from the sudden touch. You turned around and looked at him through your wet lashes, tears still running down your cheeks.
“I got you,” he said, looking you in the eyes and giving you soft smile.
He sat down next to you, allowing his shoulder to touch yours. You felt a flutter in your chest at the contact and didn't dare move, afraid the moment might end.
You looked down to check on Nezuko, she had fallen asleep in your embrace.
Genya's took your hand in his, it was so warm in yours as he ran his thumb along your knuckles.
You leaned your head on his shoulder, enjoying the feeling of being close to him as you both gazed up at the night sky.
“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
Genya shifted slightly, looking down at you. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "So beautiful."
Two months had passed since Genya started his frequent check-ups, and your relationship had blossomed into something beautiful. You found comfort and joy in each other's company, and Genya seemed to have found a sense of purpose being around you.
On this particular day, the two of you were sitting on the engawa, overlooking the stunning garden of the butterfly mansion. The fragrant scent of flowers wafted through the air, and the gentle rustling of leaves added to the serene atmosphere.
You had previously mentioned to Genya that you would meditate for two hours a day, and he had expressed interest in joining you.
Sitting in silence, Genya found it increasingly difficult to stay still. His legs were losing feeling, his nose was itching, and he was just so close yet so far from you. It was pissing him off that he couldn't hold your hand, kiss your forehead, or have you play with his hair.
As he tried to resist the urge to sneeze, Genya's nose continued to twitch uncontrollably. He was growing increasingly uncomfortable sitting in silence next to you, struggling to maintain stillness during meditation. He wanted nothing more than to hold your hand, feel the warmth of your touch, or have you play with his hair. But he knew that any movement on his part would break the stillness of the moment.
Despite his discomfort, he refused to touch his nose. He had noticed that you had an amazing sense of spatial awareness, and he didn't want to risk breaking the peaceful atmosphere with even the slightest movement. So, he tried to hold on as long as possible, hoping the sneeze would subside on its own.
It did not, it only got worst.
He slowly opened one eye, feeling a bit apprehensive about disturbing your meditation, but then he couldn't resist the urge to steal a glance at you. However, he quickly regretted it when he realised that you were already staring back at him, a small smile on your face.
"Have you been starin’ at me all this fucken time?" he snarled.
"Yep," you chirped.
"You little-" Genya was about to say something but you jumped up, giggling, and ran towards the garden.
As you both tumbled to the grass, laughter filled the air. You could feel the soft blades of grass tickling your skin as Genya playfully pinned you down, his weight making it impossible for you to move. You looked up at him, his chest heaving from the chase, his eyes burning with mischief.
You playfully pouted, pretending to be upset that Genya had caught you, but your smile gave you away.
Genya couldn't help but notice the pout on your lips, and his eyes flickered back and forth between your eyes and mouth. He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should make a move, but before he could do anything, you took the initiative.
You pulled him towards you and pressed your lips against his.
He was frozen at first, hands grabbing chunks of grass in an attempt to restrict himself, but he couldn't resist your allure. You whispered his name, which undid him, and he responded by deepening the kiss.
As the kiss broke, both of you were left breathless. Genya looked into your eyes, his gaze intense and filled with emotion. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, while he pulled you onto his lap.
For a few moments, both of you remained entranced in each other's presence, the world around you fading away as your hearts beat as one.
