#kimetsu no reader

“ You’re very warm, it’s comforting.”

Enjoy anon!

Giyuu Tomioka

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

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

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

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

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

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

You outwardly scowled as his remark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll carry you back, come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re very warm, it’s comforting.”

I’ll do Sanemi since my boy needs all of the comfort!! （；へ：）I love him sm!! Enjoy anon!

Bonus: Here’s some mood sounds for this writing!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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