#kanroji x reader

His eyes shoot wide open anyway, mouth parted as he finally gazes upon the creature's form. Your face, your complexion, your clothes, even your sword- the figure holds all of them. However, everything that made you yourself has been warped and his stare sharpens. This is without a doubt a demons doing. Giyuu readies his sword, more than eager to tear this crude illusion apart, but the being's reaction forces him to pause. 

Although accompanied by a swift movement, your blade blocks his passively. Please, you plead of him to speak with you first. Torn between rage to cut down the creature for impersonating you and rushing to hold you, Giyuu's face betrays him as it twists in a surge of grief. It reverts back to its usual stone cold form as he demands an explanation. In spite of his disbelief, Giyuu can tell the demon is genuine when claiming to be you; the rumors of an Upper Moon having been in the area were true, and you were turned against your will. 

His gaze drifts downwards to the damp grass, hand flinching against the hilt of his katana. Responsibility clashes against every memory he has tried to drown. Playing tsume shogi and talking late into the night, sharing rare smiles and eating fish together- everything Giyuu has tried to stifle crashes over him once more. His chest constricts as if his lungs were filled with water instead of air, but he knows now is not the time for distractions. He breathes in and forces himself to relax his shoulders. Face as emotionless as ever, Giyuu asks if you have ever devoured a human. 

You deny it, and he knows it is the truth. Although still hurt and furious towards whichever monster made you this way, Giyuu approaches you as a friend. Wordlessly, he embraces you like the tides embrace the moon. Hands firmly pressed against your back as you return the gesture, he swears to make this right. Even if he needs to violated the Demon Slayer Corps' code of conduct, he will keep you safe. 

Selfish as it may be, Giyuu cannot afford to lose another loved one. Your absence already left an abyss in his heart, and as wrong as it is, a sense of relief washed over him even as he saw your demonic form. Though a twisted visage, a warped reflection on the surface of water, it was still you, it is still you. His hold tightens, eyes half-lidded, actions speaking the words he could never say. 

Giyuu was not there to aid you when you needed him most. Guilt claws in his chest at the thought, and it likely forever will keep doing so. He has never been good enough to save those who have always had his back. However, you are still alive, in his arms, speaking as the person you always have been. Although it is a horrifying and terrible turnout of events, Giyuu holds on tighter and decides this is his second chance. He could not save you then but he will protect you now even if it puts him at risk, and even if it means protecting your humanity instead. 

Mitsuri Kanjori

She has tried her best to remain positive. Each day Mitsuri waits by the porch of your mansion, a box of handmade sweets in her lap. Daydreaming of all the topics she will get to catch up with you on, the Love Hashira kicks her feet back and forth as the hours pass by. Sometimes she falls asleep leaning against a pillar, sometimes she has to leave with a wistful sigh. No matter what it is that forces Mitsuri to leave, she has been eating her meals all alone. 

There is no way she could accept someone as powerful, wonderful and beautiful could be out of her life just like that. In spite of Iguro's careful attempts at reasoning with her, Mitsuri likes to think you simply found someone to love wherever you disappeared. That person must be very important and in dire need of help! Ah, how truly selfless and radiant you are! Hopefully you will be back soon to visit. 

Deep down, she knows this is all only wishful thinking. Mitsuri is not childish enough to believe everything went so perfectly for you, but she is not willing to accept your departure just yet either. Many of her colleagues have passed, and their deaths have left her trembling in anger and sadness. However, as someone so many depend on, she cannot afford to be distracted. Even if this is the first time someone so close to her has met the kind of horrible end many in this line of work do, she must keep her head on straight. 

Besides, your body has not even been recovered yet! You could totally be alive! Mitsuri will ignore the ghostly presence following her around, it has got to be just her mind playing tricks on her. Ghosts very likely do exist, but that is not your spirit behind her, nope! See, she will prove it right here and now! 

Mitsuri spins around with her green eyes barely peeled open, only to let out a loud gasp. Before her stands the very person she has missed so much. Sure, you look like you were hiding and now are hesitating, but there is no need to be shy! Mitsuri cries out your name and rushes towards you with her arms spread out. You both fall to the ground as she giggles in delight upon seeing you alive and well, but you spare no reaction to what should have been the air getting forced out of your lungs. 

The silence shocks her and she apologizes for tackling you as her giggles die down. Soon Mitsuri pulls herself up by her arms to hover above you, cheerful tone replaced by worry. You avert your gaze as she scans you over for injuries, only for her breath to catch in her throat. The cute parts of your pretty face have become tainted by demonic features! You are still rather attractive though... but that is beside the point! 

Panicking, Mitsuri rubs her eyes frantically and hopes it will make those demonic bits go away. When this does not work, she pleads you to tell her what happened. This is still you, it has to be! You have not eaten or killed any humans, the you Mitsuri knows would never do that. She believes you with her whole heart when you say you have not, and embraces you the same way she always has, like all the love in the world is hers to give. 

Sweet like honey and warm like spring, her heart envelops yours. It is as if everything will be alright, just because Mitsuri loves you. Slowly, your shoulders go slack as your hands settle over her back as well. Mitsuri promises she sees you the same way she always has, and will invite you out to eat even though you need no food anymore. Maybe you will finally join her in taking care of her bees now that your skin is more durable and heals easier!

That earns a short burst of laughter from you and she giggles as well. Through some sort of miracle, you retained your whole consciousness in spite of your transformation. Mitsuri refuses to let an opportunity like this slip past her. Her friend is back and the Demon Slayer Corps has a cooperative reference for demon studying. The studying part is only if you agree, of course! 

Mitsuri just needs an excuse to get everyone on board with keeping you around still. They all have good reasons for hating demons and she does not want anyone to get hurt. However, she cares about you far too much to allow you to simply be executed Besides, you have not even harmed a single human! Those months apart were nothing but pangs of hurt slashing through her heartstrings. Now that she finally has you back, she is never letting you go. 

Obanai Iguro

The days muddle into a blur as he wraps himself up in work. Obanai curses himself for not having taken those rumors seriously. One Hashira was not enough, that is the only reason why you could have been gone for so long. He does not allow himself to grow close to people often, not that many are worth his time to begin with. However, through your persistence in befriending him, he grew to see your strengths. 

Embarrassingly soon into knowing you, Obanai had to admit it. You are an ideal demon slayer. The rules and etiquette of the organization are engraved into your very bones. Not a shred of mercy lurks in your body, no sympathy at all wasted on those undeserving of it. Even so, you remain humble and lively, so assured in your cause and comrades that you speak eagerly of what you will do when the time comes that demons are no more. 

Although he regarded your optimism as foolish at first, Obanai grew to respect it over time. In fact, it is how every slayer should function. The finish line is in sight, the Demon King will fall. Therefore, all energy should be expended towards training and working for that destination, that future. These weaklings the Corps has become infested with are all stagnant and cowardly, but now he finds himself wishing you would have shown more care for your own limits. 

If he could, he would find you and coil around you, keeping you beside him at all times. The number of people he cares for has been at an all time low for years now. The more Obanai thinks of it, the more grief and hatred slither within him like his veins. Even if only for a while, the way your sights were locked onto the future made him wonder if even someone as filthy as him could move forward. In spite of your own struggles, which you never attempted to mask, all you ever said was that the past is dead and gone, only today is worth considering... but today, you are gone. 

The bandages over his mouth shift with his subtle grimace, eyes narrowed. There is no way he can move on from your death. Obanai has never had much to himself, has not had the chance to lose something so valuable. Now he knows how to hold on, but it is far too late. So, to turn his shortcomings into something of value, he snarls and decides to finally deal with the creature he knows has been following him since your disappearance, close enough at last to prevent it from slipping away. 

He whips himself around, only to freeze. You stand before him, face devoid of life. At first Obanai cannot believe what he sees, then forcefully steadies himself. Demanding an explanation with a threat, it surprises him when you speak calmly. Your fate was even worse than he thought; you lost and became a demon. 

Handing over your weapon to him, you offer a faint smile, telling him to give it to a slayer he deems worthy of it. Obanai grasps it in his hands, then stares at you with wide eyes as you ask him to end you. That is what he should do, what would be natural to do in spite of your intact consciousness and memory. The past flashes through his eyes and he falters. Sharing poems, watching shows of artistry together, sparring, and walking beneath the silence of the stars- no, how is he meant to let it all slip away from him? 

His hands tremble over his sword. He should not hesitate, he should not waver. This is his duty as a demon slayer. Church bells seem to toll in the distance as you wait with half-lidded eyes, reflections of tired grief and wasted dreams. Tears prick at the corners of his own, and Obanai knows if he allows himself to dwell on this, he will never go through with it. 

The cut is sharp, fast, and clean, like the bite of a gaboon viper. He stops right before you, stumbling in the position his strike landed on. A bittersweet and grateful smile grazes over your lips as you mutter a thank you. Your head falls off from your shoulders before your body collapses. Obanai stands still as the skin flakes, cracks, and disintegrates, but you are not a shedding snake. No new skin will peek out from beneath after the old one is gone. 

Soon, whatever remained of your corpse is gone. Obanai's stoic expression falters, eyes squinted with unshed tears, face scrunched in despair. Everything about demonkind is utterly unforgivable, but even after becoming one you remained true to yourself, offering up your life rather than clinging to that mangled form of existence. No matter what you have told him about the act of moving on before, he will never forget you. The future you had hoped for may have been robbed from your deserving hands but he will ensure your dream will come true nonetheless- even if you will not be there to see it. 

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He is not the type to sit still when something is bothering him. He is the wind that picks up and rises to a hurricane, which shows in the way he searches for you. All of his patrols are directed near the area you were meant to visit, but nothing turns up. Wrenching off the head of demon after demon, Sanemi still comes up empty handed. Frustration rages inside him, and that storm is what he tries to focus on rather than the fear floating in like dark clouds before rain. 

Someone with your level of power would not have fallen to some measly demon. Sanemi refuses to accept that as even a possibility, anyone who says it is so can run off and die for all he cares. You are still alive, he just needs to find you. Only after seeing your corpse would he even consider the thought. He mulls over what you will do together once he finds you instead. 

One of his beetles gave birth recently. Sanemi knows you would enjoy seeing the little ones grow and change over time. Once you recover from whatever has kept you from him for this long, he wants to spar again. Nothing thrills him more than testing which one of you will come out on top, strengths matched. Maybe he will even take some time to cook for you, depending on how bad your condition is. 

All he needs to do is find you, but he keeps getting distracted by the burning feeling that someone is watching him. For the entire duration of his search operation he has been catching glimpses of a shadowy figure and hearing the creaking of branches. Each time he has tried to confront the creature, it has slipped away from him. Since the noises only follow him at nighttime, the thing is undoubtedly a demon, a particularly fast one. For whatever reason all it has done so far is following him, but tonight Sanemi would dig out the truth from the demon itself. 

He set up a trap and although the demon narrowly avoids it, Sanemi finally gets a look at his stalker. His eyes fly wide as they settle among a figure that looks eerily like you. Sword raised, he scowls and strikes. The figure parries on instinct, form an exact replica of your breathing technique. Jumping back, Sanemi slices his arm and grins, deceivingly offering to give the creature some of his rare, valuable blood in exchange for answers. 

The demon licks its lips on reflex, then shuts its eyes and shakes its head. When it speaks, its voice is a carbon copy of yours. Sanemi freezes as the creature, the one he has been looking for, explains what happened. An Upper Moon turned you into a demon, but you have continued your duties in spite of your ongoing metamorphosis. However, your hunger has been growing stronger with each passing day. Although you want to keep going, you are not sure how long your self-restraint can last. 

This is a transformation neither one of you wants to see through. Sanemi grits his teeth, eyes squinted in pure frustration. He wants to cry and scream, he blames himself for letting you go alone. There is already so much loss he has endured. He knows he must do this, but dammit he does not want to! Steeling his resolve as he blinks the fog out from his eyes, for the first time in his career, Sanemi presses the blade gently against a demon's throat.

One swift, clean slice, and he hopes he did not cause you any pain. His hands tremble and he drops his sword, rushing to hold your crumbling body. Sanemi's breath shakes as he buries his head into your shoulder. A quiet mumble leaves your lips. You would have liked to stay with him, just a little longer. 

Tears roll down his face in fat streaks as he grits his teeth. When the final remnants of your body disintegrate, Sanemi slams his fists into the ground. Uncaring of the rocks and branches that tear into his skin, he lets his red, marechi blood pour out. Even so, the pain is not enough to distract him as rage tears him to shreds from the inside out. Fist grasping at his uniform, chest burning with wrath, he swears to eradicate every single demon in this world, all in your name. 

Gyomei Himejima

Each morning and every night, he prays for your safety. He fulfills his duties and sticks to his routines as devotedly as always. However, his days feel undoubtedly emptier. Without you to contrast his easily shaken soul, Gyomei has found himself weeping even more than usual. Calm and comforting, your presence was steady as the earth beneath his feet. 

He longs for the soulful talks you shared, the distinct echo of your voice and every intonation of your words. Even the quiet moments, relaxing in a field of damp grass and flowers filled him with peace. His flute lays dormant within his robes, waiting for someone eager to hear it be played. Of course with Gyomei being the strongest Hashira, many would be honored to watch him do anything. However, he cares not for empty praise. What he misses are the deep, detailed insights to the melodies he would play. 

Gyomei trusts you to be honest with him. That was why when you said the mission would not be a problem, he let you go alone. It was meant to be nothing but a routine check-up on rumors. Those do not often lead to battle at all, and if they do, it is nothing a Hashira could not take care of. However, your absence can only mean one thing; the situation's severity was vastly underestimated. 

Only an Upper Moon could have kept you for so long, could have killed you. Still, Gyomei has committed himself to finding you. As unwavering as steel, he searches for your kind voice and familiar heartbeat. Each disaster has you have endured has only proven your true nature as determined and brave. Although being in the Demon Slayer Corps means there is no guarantee of tomorrow, he hopes to meet you once more in one of his future days. 

However, one peculiar thing has been distracting Gyomei from his tasks as of late. A presence stalks him through the trees, fast enough to flee before he can face them. It owns the footsteps and aura of a demon, yet its heart beats with purity. It is a demon indeed, but one that has never taken the life of a human being. Such a strange thing warrants an explanation, which he shall finally get tonight. 

As he faces the demon, however, he pauses, unconsciously lowering his weapons. There is no mistake when your voice gently breaks through the silence, you are this demon. His pale eyes are quick to start shedding tears; this is why you have been gone. Gyomei understands when you reveal why you did not come to face him immediately. Allowing oneself to die is against the very nature of any living being. 

These past few months, you have been tying up loose ends and ensuring his safety. Now that you are done, there is no reason to stay in this world as such a hideous monster. Although you have held in your hunger for now, that could change at any moment. Gyomei loathes that you are right. His heart breaks as you lower yourself to the ground, to your knees, the back of your neck open to him. 

If there ever was anyone you would have liked to be beheaded by, it would have been him. You know he would give you a graceful death. Salty tears slide down his face, brows furrowing in pain. Gyomei commends your resolve; you retained your humanity, even until the bitter end. Mumbling a quiet prayer, he does his best to keep his voice from wavering, blessing your soul. Although your body may have failed you and yielded to the demon blood forced upon you, he assures you will die as a human in spirit, your dignity intact. 

Your heartbeat thrums in your neck, veins and nerves tensing in anticipation. Raising his axe like an executioner, Gyomei knows he cannot listen to this for much longer. Your head severs from your body in such a quick flash, you feel nothing at all. It all fades to black as he kneels before your fading corpse. He remains seated in the silence for a long while. 

The blood burning away from his large hands stings as it goes. Hurting living beings is hell. Ending the life of someone so close to him... infernal flames may as well be reaching for him from below. Even so, Gyomei will not let those get to him. Your sacrifices will never be forgotten, not as long as he lives, and in your next life, you will be reunited. 

Muichiro Tokito

Something is missing, he can tell. Pangs of emptiness run through him but he does not know why. At times Muichiro wonders if that something may be someone. That guy with blonde... or was it red hair, asked him about someone earlier. The name that loud stranger mentioned sounded familiar, but he can only connect a blurry face to it. 

Muichiro finds items that bring up quiet whispers of the past. A painted birthday card rests on his nightstand, that smudged name written in the back with a personalized message to him. Your thoughts seem kind, and your handwriting is pleasant on the eyes. On top of his drawer are a couple of origami, but much more sloppily made than his. That makes sense, in one of your letters you thanked him for teaching you. Hm, he should find this person... maybe tomorrow. 

Although each day he wakes up having forgotten, everything in his daily life to leads him back to you, whoever you may be. Muichiro should not care, emotions of this nature should not distract him from his duties. However, he finds himself more and more troubled with each passing day. Knowing of this only due to his notebook, yet another thing brought upon him through your influence, he decides to get this over with and reach out to you. 

Someone scolds him again for forgetting a meeting, then sighs in exasperation. The lower ranked slayer, a kinoto, complains about a Hashira needing another by his side, how inefficient this is. Though the evident dislike towards him slides past him like fog through trees, his eyes narrow on instinct when the slayer questions your bond with him. With cold and cutting words, Muichiro harshly tears the slayer to shreds. By the end of it, the insignificant moron shakily apologizes and hurries off. 

If all the other proof was not enough, this confirms it; whoever you were, you were someone important to him. He needs to find you, but as he tries to figure out where you could be, Muichiro notices a figure following him from behind the trees. Oh, he mentioned this in his notebook too... or maybe it is more of a diary now that he thinks of it. Anyway, he turns around fast and faces the one following him. 

Part of his mind clears upon seeing your face. Ah, this is the one who has been haunting him, physically and mentally. Well, a demon is a demon and therefore should be slain. Muichiro takes a stance and a deep breath, mist gathering as he readies his blade. However, an intense squeeze of his heart freezes him in place. 

At first Muichiro wonders if it is a Blood Demon Art at play, but that is quickly ruled out. His body forced him to stop as if hurting you was inherently wrong, against his very nature. At first it frustrates him, then he gasps, eyes soon glossed over. For a moment all of it shrouds his senses, overpowering the fog. Your fingers brushing through his hair, struggling to fold paper with an embarrassed smile, playfully competitive games of shogi- all of that and more flows back into the forefront of his mind. 

No, he cannot kill you. He could never kill you, let go of someone like you. Never have you berated or looked down upon him for his forgetfulness. Your endless patience engraved you into his dazed mind. At times Muichiro even found himself laughing with you under clear skies. 

A sheer layer of water shrouds his vision as he shudders. Your gentle hands brush the soft tears from his eyes as a quiet sob escapes his trembling lips. The hollow wrath plaguing all that he is takes a side role as horrible grief sets in, suppressed emotions rushing in like a tsunami from a broken floodgate. All Muichiro recalls from these upcoming moments are your familiar voice telling him it is fine and comforting hands wrapping his own around the blade. The rest is a blur that he can never remember, but Muichiro can recall a horrifying, soul-crushing pain, so maybe it would be better for him to remain ignorant. 

Time seems to pass by as it always has the moment he wakes up in the morning. Not even thunderstorms have kept him up, yet something strange kept him from falling asleep last night. Muichiro cannot quite put his finger on why that is, nor why his normally good appetite is gone as well. Though most importantly of all, as he wanders through the mist with his head in the clouds, he wonders why he his heart sounds so empty again. All he knows for sure is that the persistent rage within his soul, it has grown tenfold as of yesterday. 

Shinobu Kocho

She has grown used to the silence. The heaviness that settles soon after a loved one has passed, brought out by the tapping of a deathwatch beetle. Hatred boils within her, fluttering with sharp edges and bleeding cuts. The smile on her painted lips remains ever-present, but it grows tighter, even more maintained. Shinobu's words turn into jagged scalpels, though passive-aggressive derision can only alleviate pain so much. 

With each passing day her frustration grows as no news reach her. Although Shinobu remains composed on the surface, those who know her better can pick up on how she clenches her jaw or taps on the paper when she writes. If only her body had grown strong like her sister's. The tip of her pencil breaks at the thought and she curses her fragile, dainty form. Alone, Shinobu drops her smile and allows her expression to warp into a grimace, deep in turmoil as she trembles in anger, tears running down her reddened face. 

By the time only her lashes are damp with her grief anymore, Shinobu has successfully forced down her emotions. A practiced mask settles over her features, certainly eerie to any outsider. She must remain focused, she needs to push forward. Wisteria poison pumps through her veins, lethal to any demon yet she injects more. One way or another, she will be useful. 

Even if it is against her late sister's wishes, she cannot bottle her wrath without taking action. Remembering the innocent lives lost- her parents, her only sibling, her apprentices, their families- there is no way Shinobu could ever live a normal life. Helping to defeat the demons is the least she could do, and even as she gives it her all, she wishes she could do so much more. Though even her all is never enough, Shinobu will at least make way for the true saviors that will come, all those stronger than her. Her eyes reflect only hollowness as she watches her goldfish flounder in its tank.

So unburdened by life, Shinobu wonders if she herself would have been happier taking to the oceans rather than the dark sky like her little friend. However, that is not the fate meant for her. She knows that on her patrols, she knows it when dealing with the side effects of her own poison. Perhaps she truly will fill herself up with her own venom, she hums alone, wholly uncaring of the habits that will inevitably lead to her doom. However, even in this somewhat distracted state, she notices the figure trailing her. 

Shinobu appears behind the demon with the stealth of a ninja, whispering sweet vitriol into its ear as always. The monster remains strangely still as she trails a manicured hand down its cold cheek. Something about this seems eerily familiar. Her eyes widen before she freezes. You are the one who stands before her, you with sharp teeth, discolored claws, and an unnatural stare. 

She knows she should embed her sword into your flesh. To follow her vows, she should sink this blade into your guts and let the poison flow through you. However, Shinobu does not. Memories flash between her violet eyes. Your carefree laughs, feeble attempts to stifle your fear when telling ghost stories together, even cooking with the Love Hashira- all of her love crashes over her. 

Although her sister's wish never made sense to her before, Shinobu understands it better than ever now. Stepping back, she allows you to explain yourself. When you reveal the gory details of your battle, she recalls what she always has known. The road of happiness lies upon a thin sheet of glass. In spite of all her wishes and effort, she could not stop you from falling beneath your feet. 

A frown falls to her lips, facial muscles straining not to show more emotion. Taking in a deep breath, Shinobu steadies herself as you speak of your own future, offering to have yourself be slain willingly. She is swift to reject your suggestion, tone firm and decisive. You have retained your humanity despite your transformation, and that is far more valuable than gold, rarer than the Wind Pillar's blood. This is something that must be studied. 

Shinobu does not let you argue, her decision is final. As the chief executive of the Demon Slayer Corps' medical and scientific research department, she more than has the authority to do this. All of this talk of experiments is nothing but a front though. Shinobu cannot handle any more grief, even this scare was far too much for her. Even if you are a demon now, she has you back and won't be letting go; creating a cure for you is her utmost priority now. 

Kyojuro Rengoku

The sun has risen and fallen far too many times in your absence. As Kyojuro pushes on forward, he does his best to ignore the dread flickering in his chest. In moments of doubt such as these, he truly is grateful for having embraced the way of the ancient swordsmen. He enjoys every meal as his last, lives each passing day like he will die tomorrow. So far he has survived, but that does not mean no endings will come to pass him by. 

Nothing lasts forever, such is the fleeting beauty of all things mortal. He knows what your absence means and as he closes his eyes, he recalls your face. Like Kyojuro does with all that he loves, he has pressed its visage into his memory. Your bright eyes, tired yet hopeful smile, every pretty crease and bump and scar- any moment he gets to do so, Kyojuro makes sure he remembers each and every one of them. If he knew how to paint he could recreate yours with no reference, and perhaps he should commission an art piece just to be safe. 

Though as much as he tries to remain focused on the present and what he still has, his thoughts trail to their old paths. He turns to you with a smile as he watches a dance performance to see your mesmerized eyes, only to come face to face with no one. The expression remains as a shallow reflection of its original self as Kyojuro tries to enjoy the show on its own. He finds himself always trying to seek you out, to ask you about food and flowers and anything he has not heard you express your opinion on. Everything about life is short-lived, and in spite of his best efforts he still did not get to know you as well as he would have liked to. 

People continue to greet him with grins and enthusiasm to which he responds as he always has, only to wish you would be there to welcome his presence with the same delight. The apricot sky seems to be taunting him, Kyojuro thinks but shakes the idea off fast. How rude of him to insult such a beautiful sight. Wherever you are, he is sure you would have loved the visual. He hopes the sunsets are just as beautiful there, and that you have the best paintbrushes at your disposal, the smoothest of canvases. 

Even if the rest of the world were to forget you, he would keep it all in mind. Your determination and hard work, persistence in spite of struggle, the meaningful passion your words always exuded, they would all remain in his burning heart. Above all, Kyojuro would keep your love the closest to his chest, your innate need to shield others. Truly, you lived and died as true warrior, fulfilling your duties with honorable grace and dedication. If he could, he would sit beside the flame of your memory for the rest of the evening but alas, life simply does not work in such a generous way. 

The shadow he has been trying to face since your disappearance shows itself at last, and his suspicions are confirmed, it has been you all this time. Your explanation scorches his heart into ash, golden eyes hazed over as he listens. To think all of this could happen in his absence... no, Kyojuro must not dwell on the past. All he can do is ensure the same mistakes will not be made again. Knowing you cannot live any longer, you step closer and carefully wrap your arms around him. 

Assuring him that it is alright for him to perform his duties, you press your cheek onto his own, leaning into his warmth. You wish to die as human as you possibly can, and only he can grant you that peace. His eyelids droop as he engraves this one last memory of closure into his very bones. Only then does Kyojuro press the blade through your throat. The movement is swift and painless. All he sees is your sad smile and grateful eyes, a heartbreaking and bittersweet display. 

With a deep breath, Kyojuro sheathes his sword. Not even a single muscle shifts as he watches your body fade to dust. All of those moments have turned to memories now. Being prepared does not make his heart hurt any less. However, this ephemeral nature of life is something he must continue to accept over and over again as a demon slayer. 

Kyojuro does not cry. Weeping after taking a life would be the most utmost selfish thing to do. Even so, his heart sinks further in his chest with the weight of another lost future. His usual smile is gone, as much as he tries to continue living day by day. Memories are not something he can shake off but he hopes to keep on living for you, dreaming for you. 

Tengen Uzui

What an unsightly, dull emotion. Grief should be suffered through with elegance, devotion, and promises. He should only kneel before your grave with the humility of a warrior, dedicate himself to carrying your wishes, and vow to never let another one so close to him slip from his grasp. However, that is not all Tengen does. As much as he tries to keep his head held up and his resolve firm, the burdensome weight over his chest tries to pull him down with just as much intent. 

Truly, Tengen deserves the most heartfelt of apologies from you. What, do you think you can distract him from his duties with no consequence? If you return, that is what he will demand. He knows too well you would only cackle at his request, well-maintained teeth flashing in the sunlight. This would serve as nothing more than a way to bring out more exasperated yelling from him. 

That was the routine you had fallen into. After years of the same cycle, of teasing and mocking words with no bite at all, it was difficult to slip out of old habits. At a certain point it stopped being bickering caused by genuine dislike, what it had started off as. For a long time, it has been a way to call out each other's flaws. Stumbling in battle, poor manners, forgetfulness- you would tear into another for just about anything. 

To an outsider your relationship could have easily been mistaken as one built on hatred, but that was far from true. On the occasion you would praise his skill in combat, and Tengen would be gracious enough to commend you for being able to stand beside him. In the end, the jabs became only a way to keep your pride intact. Your bond built itself on mutual respect and genuine enjoyment of one another's company. As infrequently as he would say it, your honesty and confidence were far more than flamboyant enough. 

You were mind-blowing and outstanding, never struggling to choose in difficult situations. Hard work and dedication were all it took for you to rise to your rightful rank of Hashira. In comparison to you and many of his other peers, Tengen felt like an utter bumbling fool at times. With all the lives he has let slip through his fingers, there is nothing else he could be. Even now he cannot seem to catch that one single demon who has been trailing him. 

That figure has continued to evade Tengen for months by now, almost mocking him with how it slips away. Frustrated, he finally turns to face that shadow, catching it off guard. With how surprised the figure gets, he can tell he could have easily beheaded it if he had chosen to. However, Tengen is not cowardly enough to do so, no matter what those old fools from his past tried to teach him. Now, seeing your shocked face connected to the demon who has stalked him, he is more than grateful he is not. 

Despite himself he smirks, teasing you for thinking he could not have noticed you. He is the Sound Hashira, you foolish trash! Your expression of surprise, guilt, and sadness morphs into an annoyed scowl. Still, your voice rings with no bloodlust or threat as you call him a slow, frail old man for failing to catch you. Tengen shouts out a response in faux offense, berating you for being weak enough to get yourself turned into a demon. 

However, that causes the both of you to pause. The gravity of the situation sets in, silence falling over the empty forest. Tengen adjusts his posture and places his weapons away. You say nothing as he approaches. There was an Upper Moon, is all that you reveal when he stops before you. 

Tengen does not need to hear anything else. A rare moment of sincerity unveils beneath the quiet stars. The bells on his uniform jingle as he embraces you. His heart hurts as he holds on like you may die the moment he lets go. He swears to fix this with a low, almost desperate tone and somehow, in spite of your doubts, you cannot help but believe him. 

Above all, selfish as it may be, Tengen values those he cares about. No mission is important enough for him to forsake those he loves. There is far too much he has lost already. The two of you can work this out, he is sure of it. Even if a bitter, tragic end may be all that this will lead to, he promises to see it through with you. 

Kanae Kocho

The gentle smile on her lips remains as ever-present as it always has been. Her eyes, however, gloss over with a watery sheen, reflecting nothing but pain. Kanae plants white lilies in her garden and brushes a few into her stygian hair. Her grief is silent: dewdrop tears, whispered prayers, and averted gazes. There is much left to do, being left behind is far from an option. 

As expertly as Kanae hides her wrath, the thorn-covered vines of rage wrap around her heart as well. She is not so different from her peers, no matter how much they marvel at her empathy. The moment you were declared Missing In Action, Kanae swore to personally slay the demon that took you from her. Once a Kocho decides to defeat a demon, she will defeat that demon. When she decides to win, she will win whatever the cost. 

Perhaps one day there will be a demon she will lose to, forsaking the promise she made with her sisters. That, however, cannot hold her back. Thinking of her own fragile body would only be an excuse. Anything Kanae can do she will, with all her might. So, she pours all of her energy into finding you. 

Your jokes, banter, and silly smiles bloom in the depths of her mind. Kanae asks around if anyone has seen someone of your description, and remembers all the details herself. Her smile trembles when comes across another dead-end. However, Kanae does not give up, knowing you would never have done so either if she were to disappear. The girls miss you too, and anything she can pull more determination and strength from, Kanae keeps in mind with the utmost clarity. 

As she searches, she slays the demons from the surrounding area. Being active at nighttime, Kanae picks up on the branches shifting oddly every once in a while as if something abruptly fled from her gaze. Kanae's brows furrow in confusion; this is a phenomenon that has followed her for a while now on her patrols, even in her everyday life. It disappears in daytime, but if a demon were following her, why would it not have attacked by now? Perhaps it is a peculiar way for a demon slayer to approach the situation, but Kanae calls the demon forth from the shadows, saying she only wishes to talk. 

The hope Kanae has had for a peaceful interaction with a demon shatters and blooms into desperation as she recognizes the figure. Although buried beneath demonic traits, this face still holds all of your pretty features. Kanae knows the answer when she asks if this truly is you. The truth wounds her heart, pruning shears cutting off her dreams of watching you flourish as a human. Even so, she can tell you are starving. 

Stepping forward, Kanae approaches you with concern in her glossy eyes. Her warm, soft yet calloused fingers gingerly trace your cold features. Kanae's hands settle to cradle your face in a familiar gesture. She used to examine your body for wounds with the same gentleness. Although unnecessary, the act keeps the both of you grounded. 

Kanae treats you with the same carefulness as before, like handling an orchid. Her observing touches are softer than whispers as she memorizes your new face. Hope swells in her heart once more as the minutes pass by. Time slows down as you cautiously explore your new predicament. Kanae's curious smile grows into one of relief and delight. 

In spite of the changes in your body, you are fully human by mind. This is wonderful news! Her dream of peacefully coexisting with demons seems more possible than ever. Kanae wishes you would have shown yourself to her earlier, but understands why you had your reservations. Still, she assures you that she will vouch for you when you return to the Demon Slayer Corps, so will the rest of the Butterfly Mansion. 

She spreads her legs easily to each side of her hips, her green socks pulling down on her thighs. You gulp as your gaze revels in the plush pink of her skin. Thank the gods her black skirt dips down to cover in between her legs or you’d have a hard time listening to anything else except your heartbeat. “Open your legs,” Mitsuri starts. You choke out a laugh, looking up expecting to see her playful expression, instead, you’re met with a more hungry emotion crossing her face. You do as you’re told, pushing them apart and watching with tensed breath as Mitsuri scoots closer to you. 

She delicately touches the muscle of your upper outer thigh. You gasp as her hand travels down the length of your leg and she makes steady eye contact with you. Goosebumps are erupting down your body as if your flushed cheeks weren’t enough of an indicator of how you were truly feeling. “You know YN,” She lets her gaze drop to where her fingers are tantalizingly traversing their way back up your leg. “I find that using a secret technique helps out immensely when it comes to stretching out.” Mitsuri professes, her electric green eyes flickering up to meet yours. 

A secret technique? You’d been friends with the love Hashira for a while now and she’d never once mentioned a secret technique to you. Here you were, thinking that there were no secrets between you two. Obviously, you were too blinded by how blissful every moment spent with her felt. “Oh, don’t feel pressured to tell me if it’s such a secret or something I wouldn’t want to-”

“YN,” Mitsuri’s gentle hands grab your face, mushing your cheeks to get you to stop talking. “You’re so cute when you start overthinking, but I’m going to need your express consent for what comes next.” The way she’s gazing into your eyes nearly makes your body go numb. How could one person be so perfect? 

She lets go of your face, placing her hands back on your thighs, this time with a little more command of where she grabs. You glance down, worried she might feel how erratic your pulse is through your skin. Between your thighs was a vortex of neediness, pleading with your brain to be fucked by the woman in front of you. Every time she got near your cunt, things got a little complicated inside your body. Hopefully, this secret technique would require you to climb a mountain far away from your growing desire. “I trust you Mitsuri, you can do anything you want.” 

Her lips twitch in a grin, but before you have any time to wonder why in the hell she was bracing your feet against hers, she pulls your thighs against hers – and swiftly kisses your lips. You groan at the burning sensation of your body feeling like it’s being torn apart, but as you lick your lips you can taste the sweet honey Mitsuri had eaten earlier. Somehow, it’s even sweeter than when you shared in the delicacy. Your fingertips brush against the tender skin of your lips, a stuttering breath blowing out of your mouth. “Do you understand what I mean now?” She inquires, letting your legs return to a less painful stretch. You gulp, blinking up to meet her gaze. 

You feel hazy, your skin is burning – but in the best way possible. “Not really, but I’d like to do more of that,” You putter out, swinging yourself into a kneeling position. Mitsuri giggles, doing the same, walking over to you on her knees. She smiles gently grabbing your hands.

Her uniform leaves little to the imagination and you are looking… disrespectfully. Have you always felt this draw toward Mitsuri? You’d assumed it was the desire to be her friend – and while that’s been enjoyable – you can’t help but wonder if you had an underlying motive for getting so close to her. “You do understand the secret technique is…sex, right?” Your eyes widen as you jerk your head to take in the expression on her face – completely serious. Whatever your motives were, it didn’t matter, all that mattered was pressing your lips into hers, so that’s what you do. Her fingers card through your hair, humming in delight as your hand finds her chest, tracing the curve of her cleavage. 

Your heart is beating like crazy as your chest swells with something akin to excitement. To think this was how you were spending your day. Kissing Mitsuri was like praying to a shrine and the gods blessing you with eternal riches and splendor. The way her plush lips formed against yours, trailing kisses down your cheek and neck, surely this is the paradise sought after. 

Mitsuri seemingly knew all the sensitive parts of your body – you weren’t sure if this was because you were both women, but as a Hashira Mitsuri knew the inner workings of how the body reacts. She was damn good at putting that knowledge into practice. Her mouth works against yours, lips slightly parting allowing her to slip her tongue into your mouth. The kiss was passionate, Mitsuri guiding you all the way onto your back. You’re both panting as she hovers above you. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” She inquires, looping her leg over your waist. She now sits on top of you and fuck was it a view. Her cheeks are red, her hair messy in parts, her chest heaving, and her warmth was spreading all over your body. 

There was a time when you had a mission in the entertainment district and having haven in one of the tea houses, you were alone with a gaggle of courtesans who were happy enough to show you how fun it could be to share intimacy with the same sex. One of them spoke of having a certain tool able to render men practically obsolete if you were into that sort of thing. You did think some men could be the absolute worst, but being evil wasn’t in their core, that much you could tell. The world can twist and confine anyone into becoming something they’re not. Just like demons, not all of them asked to be that way, yet the corps eradicated all demonic creatures. Needless to say, the company of men would not be forgotten by you, but if the only person you ever laid with again was Mitsuri – you’d be fine with that. “Yes, more than one.” Mitsuri’s eyes widen, then her face slowly curls into a grin. 

She places the palm of her hand flush against your chest. “Then you won’t have a problem,” She moves up your body, lifting her skirt up. Your breath catches when you realize her pussy was on you this whole time. Your gaze flits up to meet hers. “Stick your tongue out, darling. I’m going to test just how much you know.” She fluffs her skirt out over your head, hovering above your mouth with her bare cunt. Her thighs muffle any sounds from the outside world but amplify your beating pulse. Gods this was going to kill you – but what a way to go. 

Your tongue laps at her folds, enjoying the way you can feel her shiver above you. Her arousal was heady but a sweet tanginess floods into your mouth. Of course Mitsuri Kanroji had a delicious pussy. Your hands wrap around her thighs, locking her into position as you taste her again and again. You lift your skull off the ground to suck on her puffy clit, swirling your tongue around it with precision. Her thighs shake and then she’s pushing your head back down by sitting on your face. You happily make work of her clit, using the flat of your tongue to glide through her slick folds. Your face is soaking, a mixture of drool, sweat, and arousal coating your skin. The sounds you can hear are the sucking and slurping of a job well done for Mitsuri lets out a cry loud enough for you to hear. Her fingers are suddenly intertwined in your hair, pulling on the strands. A shiver runs through you as you smack your mouth against her pink pussy. Her muscles tense and she shutters, shaking as she cums all over your face. 

Mitsuri swings her leg over your face, a delightful moan rumbling from her chest. “I only wish you could’ve seen what a perfect job you did. You should’ve warned me about how good you are at eating pussy,” She presses the heel of her hand into her forehead as she laughs. You join in, sitting up to get a better look at her. 

She’s blushing, but the main difference you take note of is how her uniform is pulled open, revealing her perfect breasts. It sends a spike of want through your chest. She notices you gawking and squeaks. She shyly turns her back. “What are you doing? I want to see.” You reach out to grab her shoulder but she tosses a glare at you instead. 

You’re shocked. What happened? Gods, did you mess up somehow? You’re about to ask her what’s going on when she turns around, an adorable pout present on her face this time. “It’s not fair YN, you’ve gotten to see all of me and I haven’t seen more of your, frankly, gorgeously perfect body.” She twiddles her fingers together, nervously looking into your eyes. You can’t help but grin widely and Mitsuri slaps your shoulder. 

“You can’t be serious, you’re the one perfect thing in this world.” You exclaim, watching as she shakes her head.

“Well, that’s fine because your body is like a goddess’. In fact…” She drags a hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your skirt. “I think it’s about time I reward you for doing such a good job.” You bashfully watch her unbuckle your belt and pull it out of the loops slowly enough to drive you mad. She tosses it to the side with a smirk, pulling your skirt down your thighs. Her eyes meet yours. “Sit down,” She instructs, pushing at your chest until you’re in a laying position yet again. Your skirt is yanked off the rest of the way and there’s a long beat of silence. You lift your head to peek at Mitsuri who is gazing down at you lovingly. “YN, you’re so beautiful, may I?” She nods to the apex of your thighs, a giddiness in her voice. You nod and she wastes no time in spreading your knees apart. “You’re so wet already.” She giggles, reaching out to stroke some of your arousal that had accumulated from eating this gorgeous woman’s pussy. You hiss as her fingers dip into you, spreading the slick around until she slips inside your entrance – smiling the whole time. “Your pussy is such a pretty color YN, you’re doing such a good job for me.” She praises, sending a wave of a gooey feeling through you. 

Mitsuri braces herself on your knee, which is bent upward, as she works her fingers inside of you. Her gaze switches between observing your reaction to her hooking her fingers or swiping at a sensitive spot, to watching her fingers get eaten up by your greedy cunt. It made her thighs clench together watching how well you took her fingers. You were perfect and Mitsuri couldn’t think of anyone better to experiment with her new toy than you. 

Your hands are clenched, jerking your hips upward onto her fingers. She chuckles lowly, taking in how cute you were when you were desperately chasing your climax. She uses her free hand to rub your clit in small circles, edging you closer to orgasm. Mitsuri was curious how you would look and how you’d sound after she made you cum. You were certainly moaning up a storm as you bucked against her. You whimper and then groan as she works your clit directly. “That’s it, my pretty girl, you can cum now.” Her fingers are pumping in and out, overstimulating you as you careen off your crest of pleasure. Your throat is scratchy as you scream out, trembling against her gentle, yet relentless,  touch. The world is full of bright colors – a brilliant spectrum of satisfaction. 

As you try to catch your breath Mitsuri enjoys watching your body still shudder in waves of your previous orgasm. “YN…” She plays with a strand of your hair, curling it around her fingers with an absentminded expression. Your attention is on her – as if you could focus on anything else. “A little while ago I had to go to the swordsmith village and while I was there I got talking with a special smith. She has a shop that creates amazing things and I’d like to share with you what I bought there,” Her eyes gleam with an excited glitter. 

You raise a brow, sitting up from the floor. “I’d love that.” You exclaim, following Mitsuri into a standing position. She grabs your hand and leads you through the halls of her manor until she stops in front of what you remember to be her bedroom door. Your thighs are sticky and as you walk into the room Mitsuri rummages through a cupboard. You peer at her room, but you don’t have much time to admire how it’s decorated because Mitsuri drops her skirt and removes the rest of her clothing. Your pussy throbs with desire watching her muscular yet curvy body move around the room. 

She gathers what looks like a belt in her hand. “YN, my sweet, I’m going to need you to undress and get on your knees.” She chirps, fastening the belt around her thighs and waist. You hesitate for a moment, then scurry to follow her orders. Once you’re on your knees she turns around with lust-filled eyes. Your eyes travel down her body, stopping briefly to hungrily gaze at her tits, but something catches your attention. 

Attached to the belt she had latched around herself is a long pink phallic-shaped apparatus. Your lips part, your heart ramming against your ribcage as you look back into Mitsuri’s eyes.  “Well? Open your mouth, sweetheart.” You do as you are told, the image of Mitsuri with a cock causing you to reach down in between your thighs. You play with your sensitive and puffy clit, moaning as Mitsuri hits the cock against your face. “Mmm, you’re so pretty YN, so pretty and perfect for me. You make me so horny.” Then she places the tip against your lips, groaning softly as the head pushes into your mouth. “Gods, you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” She moves her cock in your mouth, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “That's it, choke on my cock,” She huffs, throwing her head back. Spit dribbles down your chin as the surprisingly soft cock rubs against the corners of your mouth. You abuse your clit, hungry for a crest. This was so hot, you would never forget this in all of your life. 

Mitsuri takes note of how you play with your clit while sucking on her length. Her mouth twitches up in a grin. “Ah, hungry for more?” She pops the tip out of your mouth and rests the wet toy against your cheek as you pant, dazed eyes pleading with her. “Lay on the bed with your gorgeous pussy in the air.” 

On your back, legs hooked around Mitsuri’s arms, she pushes her cock inside of you after spitting on your pussy. Your eyes roll back as she thrusts into you, cooing about how you’re so good, so perfect, you’re doing so well. You ball the sheets in your fists, moans gasping out of your throat. “Ah, ngh, please m’gonna, oohngh,” Your tits are bouncing up and down, Mitsuri can’t look away. Hearing your noises of pleasure and seeing how you squirm under her, it was all so perfect. 

She wanted to see you on top of her, cum all over her cock. “One second baby,” With how strong Mitsuri is she’s able to pick you up, fucking you still, then flips herself to be laying on the bed. She gasps as your weight settles on her, riding her like a good girl. “Fuck,” She hisses, digging her nails into your thighs, you play with your tits as you bounce on her cock. 

Your nipples are bruises, a splendor of painful pleasure radiating through your body. “Feels s’good,” You hum, but Mitsuri hasn’t had enough yet. She presses the pad of her thumb against your clit, rubbing it relentlessly. 

“Does it? You’re taking it so well,” She coos, excitedly watching you shudder in ecstasy from her musings on your clit. “Good girl,”

Her words send shocks of electricity coursing your veins like your very blood. “Gods, Mitsuri, m’gonna,” You plant your palms on her stomach, slapping your ass against her thighs. You hang your head while panting crazily. As Mitsuri stimulates your clit and pussy the cool magma washes over you as you jerk her cock deep inside of you. You cum hard all over her, laying down against her chest, breath rapid. 

She’s breathing hard too, but she pets your head, kissing your forehead. “You’re so perfect YN,” You giggle against her skin, lifting your head to look her in the eyes. 

She smiles sweetly back, pressing her forehead against yours. “What a secret technique,” Mitsuri blushes and laughs as she looks away. 

“Yeah, not my best pick-up line.” You shake your head and nuzzle against her again. 

“I thought it was great.” You mumble. Mitsuri shifts out from under you, sliding her cock out of you as she does. You pout with the empty sensation. 

She stands up and smiles down at you. “I’ll be right back.” Mitsuri returns a couple of minutes later with a steamed towel and a plate full of honey butter toast. She sets the plate next to you and lifts your leg to clean your thighs and slick cunt. You moan lightly at the warm sensation and her eyes darken for a second. “Careful you whore,” She slaps your ass with a playful grin. You hum, shoving toast into your mouth with careless hunger. Mitsuri tosses the towel to the floor, sitting down gently next to you. “Maybe next time I can teach you-”

“Another secret technique?” You interrupt, a few crumbs of toast spitting out of your mouth. She chuckles, wiping away the slight mess on your mouth with her thumb. 

Mitsuri brings her finger to her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the honey. “Mhm,” She gazes at you like you’re the sweet treat. 

You grin, kicking your feet in the air. “Yes please,” 

Iguro Obanai ;; The Snake Hashira

Obanai is very protective of you, and even that's an understatement.

He knows you're strong, especially for a kid, after all, you're his Tsuguko.

Surprisingly, you didn't become his Tsuguko just because you're like a sibling to him, you became his Tsuguko because he could recognize your strength. (And you wouldn't stop pestering him)

You're very close to Kaburamaru, and he likes to be near you, just like with Iguro.

When you're not training with Iguro, you're more than likely taking missions here and there, or you're at home.

He didn't really like the idea of you meeting the other Hashira, besides Mitsuri, mostly because he doesn't exactly care for any of them.

He holds very high expectations for you, but at the same time, his expectations are also very low.

Giyuu Tomioka ;; The Water Hashira

Tomioka wouldn't exactly bother getting to know you, or bother talking to you, unless you initially started a conversation.

At first, it would seem like he was ignoring you, but if you kept pestering, he'd slowly open up, day by day, and start talking to you.

If you didn't happen to start a conversation upon meeting him, he may give you a wave upon seeing you, but besides that, you won't get much else.

He's very awkward around other people, especially children.

Even if you don't exactly talk, or if you aren't exactly friends, he'll get you a snake keychain for your birthday every year.

He may not know much about you, but he knows how much you hang around Obanai, so he assumed you liked snakes.

Mitsuri Kanroji ;; The Love Hashira

Mitsuri absolutely loves you.

She loves taking you out to lunches, when she's able to.

No matter the length of your hair, she absolutely loves to put your hair up, or do your hair.

She has a tendency to buy you things from random markets. If she happens to be there, and see something you may like, she's buying it and giving it to you the next time she sees you, with the widest smile on her face.

Sleepovers with Mitsuri are a must. She manages to convince Obanai to let you stay with her for a night or two while you just have a girls night.

Muichiro Tokito ;; The Mist Hashira

This mostly depends on when you meet Muichiro.

If you meet him before he regains his memory, he constantly forgets who you are, just like with everyone else.

He doesn't much care for you, and if you strike up a conversation with him, he's not very into the conversation.

If you meet him after he regains his memory, that also depends on who you are to Tanjiro.

If you're close to Tanjiro, he'll start up conversation with you occasionally, and you'll basically be acquaintances, or friends, if you happen to be lucky.

If you're not, he talks to you occasionally around the base, but doesn't actively try to start up conversation with you.

Tengen Uzui ;; The Sound Hashira

Tengen believes you're Obanai's little sister, even if you tell him otherwise.

Maybe a year and a half after you meet him, he'll slowly start to accept that you're not.

But even then, he still calls you "Obanai's Flashy Little Sis"

Suma frantically worries about you, due to the fact that you're a child, and taking on important missions.

Makio acts like she couldn't care less, but is still kind of worried for the same reason Suma is. You're just a kid, and a Tsuguko at that.

Hinatsuru, just like the other two, tends to worry, for all the same reasons, but she's very sweet about them.

After Tengen's retirement, if you're about to head out on a mission, they'll stop by and give you a few snacks for the road.

They kind of act like protective family members.

Like your uncle and three aunts, in a sense.

Gyomei Himejima ;; The Stone Hashira

Gyomei treats you like one of the children he used to care for.

He, like Obanai, is rather protective, but he's quite lenient about it.

He even gifts you one of his spare beads, hoping they'll protect you on your journeys, given how young you are.

He's almost like a father figure.

Sanemi Shinazugawa ;; The Wind Hashira

Sanemi doesn't much care for you at first.

That's an understatement, he doesn't say a single word to you and simply walks away.

In an odd way, you remind him of Genya. He's also just.. not good with children so he has no clue what to say, or how to act.

If you, some how, some way, get him to talk to you, he's very stiff and very rude at first.

He wouldn't be able to get rid of the thought of Genya while talking to you, so that's how he reacts, as if he's talking to Genya.

Over time, he loosens up and begins to talk to you more often.

Kyōjurō Rengoku ;; The Flame Hashira

Your first meeting with Kyōjurō is very, very loud.

You might think you're deaf for a few hours afterwards.

He will bring you food entirely unwarranted, you have zero (0) choice in the matter.

He'll also ask if you'd like to eat with him, which you do have a choice in the matter there.

He's a rather silent eater, besides the occasional "Umai!" after every bite.

If you'd like to have a conversation with him, he can talk about anything and everything, and is always willing to.

You tend to remind him of Senjuro from time to time, and when it happens, the widest smile appears on his face.

Shinobu Kochō ;; The Insect Hashira

Shinobu is very sweet towards you, especially when you first meet her.

You remind her of Kanao, in a sense.

If you manage to grow close to her, in some way, she may let her guard down here and there.

She'll never fully let down her guard around you, because she knows you're a kid, and you don't need to know the truths of her life.

She makes it known, very often, that if you ever get injured, she's willing to patch you up, good as new.

"Step closer, Mitsuri," he enticed with encouragement. "And you, Y/N, part your legs for us. Is that perfectly clear?"

Without hesitation, you promptly obeyed his directive, promptly aligning your actions with his desires.

He lowered his underwear to release his manhood and the lack of restriction caused it to spring upright, a pearl of precum already formet on the reddened tip.

After disrobing, Mitsuri gracefully joined them on the bed, her attire now discarded, revealing her generously proportioned and plush bosom. With a deliberate touch, she wrapped her fingers around the base of Iguro's shaft, her grasp both tender and deliberate as she began a gradual upward motion. Her progress was unhurried, moving in tandem with the rhythm of anticipation that hung in the air. As her hand traveled back toward his curly black pubic hair, a sharp inhalation escaped Iguro's lips, his reaction reflecting the intensity of the sensation. Her ministrations then shifted to his swollen bell-shaped head, her fingers working in a massage that elicited a subdued grunt from the man.

A fleeting instinct prompted you to avert your gaze, yet Mitsuri's decisive pull redirected your attention. "I want you to watch," Kanroji's voice held a tone of command as she insisted, her intent clear.

In this charged moment, Mitsuri's actions compelled you to look on, despite any initial reluctance.

"Yes, ma'am…" disbelief tinged your words as you grappled with the surreal reality unfolding before you. The desire to be the first to pleasure Obanai in that particular manner had been an explicit topic of discussion. As you directed your attention toward Kanroji, who was on the verge of enacting that desire, a complex blend of emotions surged within you – a mixture of curiosity and an unexpected sense of unease.

With a mix of emotions, you observed as Mitsuri took command of his arousal. Steadying his length at the base, she poised herself above it, her determination palpable. As she gradually descended, her mouth enveloped him, swallowing the majority of his impressive size. Her lips molded around the erection, her movements deliberate as she ascended to the sensitive ridge. Her technique was an intricate dance of flicking and swirling, all the while her lips maintained a fervent connection with his hardness. A daring dip brought her closer to his testicles. Repeating the motion, she traced her lips along his length, only to descend once more.

You shifted your gaze toward your sensei, a shy but knowing smile gracing your features. His physical reactions were unmistakable: eyes fluttering closed, lips parting in sheer pleasure. The grasp of his hand in Kanroji's hair, guiding her rhythm, underscored his appreciation for how adeptly she accommodated him. The intensity of the moment was undeniable as he praised her through wordless actions, his hips moving in tandem with the sensations that consumed him.

Mitsuri skillfully coated him with a delicate drizzle of saliva, her intent evident as she seamlessly integrated it into her motions, her hand moving rhythmically along his length in a jacking motion. As Obanai's desire surged, his fingers found purchase on one of your calves, his touch a testament to his unspoken appreciation. The sensation elicited a soft, unrestrained moan from him, the sound an embodiment of the pleasure that enveloped him.

Undeterred, Mitsuri embraced him once more, her actions punctuated by the occasional gag as his tip brushed against the depths of her throat. The intensity of her approach was undeniable as she sucked with increased vigor, her movements embodying both urgency and a desire to fulfill his every need. Her lips gleamed with a sheen of glistening saliva. With a measured shift, she directed her focus toward his lower regions, her face nestling between his thighs. A sweeping motion across his sac followed, her touch deliberate and thorough. And then, a daring yet calculated move: she focused her attention on his testicles, drawing them into her mouth through the fleshy barrier.

Obanai cursed loudly under his breath. "Fuck you, Kanroji, you're doing a good job."

After a while, Obanai gently withdrew Mitsuri from his rock-hard cock, his focus now shifting towards you. Leaning in, he bestowed a series of tender nibbles upon your skin, each touch igniting a trail of sensation. His attention then centered on your nipple. With a skillful swirl of his tongue, he traced intricate patterns around the textured peach-hued areola, a deliberate touch that set your senses ablaze. As he drew nearer to the peak, his bite was both calculated and bold, a mingling of pressure and pleasure that elicited an involuntary reaction from you. The intensity of the sensation was undeniable – your toes instinctively curled, and a sudden, unrestrained shriek escaped your lips in response to the electrifying mixture of pleasure and surprise.

Simultaneously, Mitsuri's touch continued to envelop you. Her hand tenderly cupped the other breast. Your reaction was immediate – a subtle freeze that soon gave way to a sensation that sent shivers down your spine. With a delicate nibble upon your nipple, she invoked a soft response from you. "Ooowww, yeah," you murmured.

Her tongue, a vessel of gentle yet deliberate exploration, began to work its magic. Each repeated dart of her tongue against your nipple carried a touch that was both comforting and arousing. The rhythmic pattern of her ministrations coaxed a quiet sigh from your lips, a sound that bore the weight of both relief and an escalating sense of desire.

Both Kanroji and Obanai continued to please you.

Obanai's hand ventured downward, navigating your body with a deliberate touch. His fingers seamlessly found their way between your slightly parted legs, where your heightened state had already caused your clitoris to swell with anticipation. With a gentle yet purposeful touch, he began to toy with your sensitive bud, each stroke sending a cascade of electrifying sensations throughout your being, leaving you moaning.

"You need to eat her out now. She's already wet and you need to give it to her really well," Obanai commanded, looking at Mitsuri who gave a brief nod.

Mitsuri positioned herself between your legs, her focus intent on the task at hand. With a deft movement, she swiped across your folds, your arousal evident in the cream-like spots that adorned your skin. A sudden and unrestrained squeal escaped your lips as the unexpected touch sent a jolt of sensation through you. Mitsuri's touch, however, was not invasive but rather intricate. She dabbed at your delicate pussy lips, her strokes a blend of tenderness and purpose. Like savoring the last remnants of flavor from the bottom of a bowl of ramen, Mitsuri's attention became all-consuming, a sensation that caused your chest to rise and fall in rapid succession. The intensity of the experience prompted you to move, your body thrashing as the waves of pleasure coursed through you. Mitsuri's slow, deliberate licks graced your pussy, a soft hum escaping her lips as she relished the exquisite taste of your juices coating her tongue.

Simultaneously, Obanai closed the distance, his hand entwining in your hair as he guided your lips onto his dick. His firm grasp directed your movements, and he slipped his shaft into the tightness of your throat. He kneaded one of your breasts and pinched a nipple.

In short order, Obanai instructed Mitsuri to recline with her legs parted, and then turned his attention to you, directing you to pleasure her.

Following his command, you situated yourself between her legs, settling comfortably on your stomach.

Obanai's strong arm slid beneath your lower abdomen, gently lifting your hips upwards. Positioned behind you, he held his manhood in hand, effortlessly guiding himself into your velvet core. The connection was established with ease, and a prolonged cry of pleasure escaped your lips as the sensation enveloped you. "Oh my Gosh!"

He pushed forward, entering your yearning pussy until his entire cock was nestled within. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight for me, little one," Iguro praised. His pace intensified, the force of his movements sending ripples through the bed, teetering on the edge of collapse. Beads of sweat fell onto your jiggling ass, his glistening skin illuminated by the faint light seeping through the curtains. As you glanced over your shoulder, you witnessed Iguro consumed by primal desire, an animalistic fury doing everything he could to make sure you couldn't walk straight for days.

Amidst fervent moans, your lips embraced Mitsuri's delicate folds, your mouth expertly caressing her slit with tender suction and nimble strokes. Your unwavering gaze remained locked on her flushed face, capturing every expression of pleasure that danced across her features.

Her fingers entangled in your hair, occasionally tugging it as her head rolled back. "Fuck, yes!" She cried. Simultaneously, her lips gave voice to your name and Iguro's, each utterance a mingling of satisfaction and longing, a sonic testament to the pleasure coursing through her.

Abruptly, Obanai seized a handful of your hair, tugging your head away from Mitsuri with a forceful pull.

"W-what?"Your discontent manifested as a low groan at being removed from her sweet clit.

However, he swiftly shifted your focus, capturing your chin between his fingers. With insistent determination, he compelled you to face him once more. Yet again, your hair was the instrument of his control as he yanked it back, causing your head to tilt, exposing the inviting column of your neck. His teeth found purchase on your pulse point, followed by the trace of his tongue against your skin. "You taste like heaven," he murmured, his words a blend of reverence and desire. His intentions then took a tactile turn as he rewarded you with a spank on your ass, a sharp sensation that mingled pleasure and the thrill of submission.

Iguro guided you back onto Mitsuri, his firm grip seizing your hips as he thrust into you with a forceful and rapid rhythm, the resounding slaps of skin against skin echoing through the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, lick her pussy, fuck! That's so hot."

Your attention to Mitsuri had transformed, driven by raw desire. Any remnants of shyness had dissipated, replaced by a primal hunger. Your actions were unreserved as two of your fingers ventured into her dripping cunt.

Obanai's thrusts grew erratic as his climax neared. "I'm gonna fucking cum," he gritted out, his warning a testament to his impending release. Swiftly, he withdrew from your dripping core. "Get on your knees, both of you," he commanded, his voice strained as he vigorously worked his shaft.

You and Mitsuri obeyed, assuming positions on the bed, your arms intertwined.

Mitsuri took the lead, tilting your head and initiating a deliberate and heated kiss. The connection was languid and passionate, your tongues entwining in a sensual dance of desire.

He vigorously stroked himself, his hand moving with purpose, occasionally grazing his flushed tip with his thumb.

You and Mitsuri gazed up at him, your tongues extending provocatively.

In short order, his climax arrived, thick streams of warm cum splattering across your lips, cheeks, and chins. His release was accompanied by a primal growl that echoed through the room. "Fuuuck!"

Mitsuri's soft chuckle filled the air as you collected a portion of his cum on your index finger and brought it to your mouth. A hum of approval escaped your lips as you savored the taste with evident appreciation.

Mitsuri's cleaned your face with a sensual licks, reciprocated by you in kind.

Obanai observed the intimate exchange, his heavy breathing betraying the intensity of the moment. "Fuck, girls, you both are so fucking hot."

Mitsuri's passionate kiss graced your lips before she cast a glance toward Obanai. "You see, Iguro, girls just like to have fun," she remarked with a playful glint in her eyes. "And trust me, it was just a small dose of what we both are capable of."

SHINOBU KOCHO

If you’re taller than her then have fun. She’ll look up at you and KICK YOUR ASS for simply being tall

If you’re shorter than her you’ll get pampered because she feels the need to rub it in

She’s definitely into quality time and physical touch all the way. Since she doesn’t tend to vocalize how she’s feeling, these kind of make up for it 😉

Is definitely the type of gal to book mani pedis for you two as a date as well as go and get your hair dyed together

Unlike Mitsuri, she isn’t clingy and trusts you quite a lot. She knows that no one else can eat you out as good as she can, and it kills you every time she mentions it

SPEAKING OF MENTIONING IT

She’ll openly dirty talk you in public with no shame whatsoever. In fact, she’s brutal

Won’t even stop if you offer to pay her

Has no regrets because she loves seeing you all flustered and cute like that

If she spends the night at your place BE PREPARED

She cuddles in her sleep and DENIES IT TO DEATH

Also enjoys showering/bathing together but not in a sexual way. She believes that it’s a good way to spend time together and just bond as a couple

HERE COMES THE QUALITY TIME AGAIN RAHHHH

It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, when you’re doing it, or how long it’ll take you, she will find a way to join and/or help you out

Unless you’re complaining about it

Then she’ll sit and watch you suffer 😔

All in all, she’s the type of woman to definitely wind up in a relationship with the “best friends” dynamic

You have a lot of fun together and she wouldn’t want it any other way

MITSURI KANROJI

SHE LOVES TO GO ON ADVENTURES

That’s how you spend a lot of your time together (post/during your relationship)

Her love languages are receiving gifts and words of affirmation

If you say you can’t do it think again!! You’ll wholeheartedly believe you can by the time she’s done with you!!!!

Loves to go out and try new things!! She’ll try anything once and definitely lives with the yolo mindset

Her ideal date is going out on a hike or trying a new restaurant. Either is fine for her as long as you’re down for the ride

Since she’ll try anything once, your time alone is fairly interesting. In the sense of you’ll bring something up and she’ll say yes without a second thought

Prefers to keep what happens in the bedroom between you and her. HATES public humiliation going both ways because she feels guilty afterwards

Since one of her love languages is receiving gifts, she loves to show up with random trinkets and such that she’s found

“Oh here you go Y/n! This shiny rock made me think of you!!”

Stuff like that

It’s honestly so sweet

She was once a hopeless romantic, and now that she has you, she’s a bit worried that you might just up and vanish one day, so she has a tendency to be a little clingy

That’s okay though cause you love it

(She also enjoys cooking for you quite a bit but is quite embarrassed to admit it since her cooking skills are questionable)

Also enjoys watching movies with you and ‘accidentally’ falling asleep on your lap

She enjoys romantic cliches (even if they’re stupid)

You guys were definitely close friends before you started dating, so you’ve got that ‘we know each other better than our own parents’ type of vibe