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the biggest rush of dopamine i’ve had in weeks is getting my kny men in sticker form and wear them on my laptop.

to all artist who made those stickers…

you. deserve. everything.

if you sell stickers, hi i’m an easy customer.

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GENYA TEASER x KALEIDOSCOPE (MODERN!AU)

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HEADCANONS HERE

‘So, how do you know if a girl likes you?’ He muttered under his breath and instantly reached for the soda on the table, suddenly more interested in the small orange bubbles popping at the top of the glass than his brother sitting on the booth across from him at the busy ramen restaurant.

He was petrified on the spot, not a single thought behind his eyes as he gawked at his brother who was progressively turning bright magenta. The bright neon green tips of his hair somehow made a perfect contrast to his face.

‘Well don’t just stare at me like that! S-say something, dickhead.’ He pressed on and darted his eyes down, now tugging at the loose thread on his sleeve.

‘First— Don’t call me a dickhead.’ He raised a hand and shuffled on his seat, the restaurant seeming way too crowded at this point it was suffocating, the smell of beef and oil pungent in his nostrils. 'You're going to this school to study and get good grades, and become a fucking astrophysicist or something. Not to pick up girls.’ His voice seemed to grate through his teeth, but the way his cheeks flushed and sweat builded up at the nape of his neck was telling a different story.

‘I am studying hard too!’ His brother’s eyes rounding at him, bigger than before and a glassy coat made them brighter. ‘I’m at the top of most classes, only one that… Someone else is better than me.���

The silence was extended, the way his gaze wouldn’t falter as he studied every movement that followed. Genya slowly took out of his jacket a small pink envelope, now crinkling at the edges and a ripped sticker that sealed it shut, he placed it into his hand rather than the table. Too concerned that it might soil the paper or blemish the inked penmanship in it.

He slowly thumbed out the letter inside, written in both black ink and sparkly pink gel.

‘She gave that to me in Valentine’s Day, and White Day will be coming soon.’ He took another sip of his soda as it slowly fizzled out, and wondered why was their food taking so long. This whole encounter would’ve been easier after his big brother had something to eat before.

‘Happy Valentine’s Day, Genya’ He read out loud and finally spoke. ‘She calls you by your first name?’

The soft nod was more than an answer, somehow turning smaller under his eyes. He looked back into the letter, the printed stationary with flowers and what seamed genko leaves. ‘Nezuko?’ He read the signature and the sound of her name flustered his brother even further, as if there was a spotlight above him and had missed a question in front of an audience.

Sanemi took a slow breath in and leaned back on the booth, being careful to hold the letter between his fingers and not let it touch the surface. A waiter broke their silence wall as he placed the mains between them along with a cold draft beer front of Sanemi. He thanked them for the waiting time and moved back into the restaurant swiftly, just then his brother caught his lavender gaze again.

‘So, what should I do?’ He spoke meekly, unsure of what emotion would his brother choose to express at this moment, even he couldn’t tell how he felt about this.

‘Do you like her, Gen?’ His hand ruffled through his white locks and itched at the sweat beds trickling down his neck, doing his best to pick his word carefully.

‘I think so.’ He stirred his food on the plate and took his first bite, sauce dripping down his chin already and Sanemi extending the napkins accross by reflex. ‘She’s nice to me and has a pretty smile…’

A grudging sight took him out of his daydream of bright pink eyes and a lilting voice speaking his name. ‘You’re fucked Gen, White Day is in three days.’

Sensing that might have not been the best answer due his brother’s slumping shoulders, he continued while picking out at his plate. ‘I’ll help you find her something, my schedule is free tomorrow and I can pick you up after class. However—‘ A big smile and cheerful eyes were beaming at him as he rose to face him. ‘You promise me you’ll stay on top of your studies, all of the classes. No slacking around, Gen.’

‘I promise, brother.’ He said overly excited and his smile seemed to pull at his, because Sanemi also raised the corner of his mouth. Both resumed to their dinner in silence, letting the ambiance of the busy restaurant fill the gaps between them.

‘Nemi.’ He interrupted his noodle slurping briefly. ‘She’s top of the class too.’

‘You are so fucked, Gen.’

I know I said modern!sanemi headcanons would come first but I have one too many snippets of their relationship and its beginning to be a problem.

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[mmoonlightbunny]

I’ve been toying with the idea that Genya is the type to cut and dye his own hair, style all of his clothes, has piercings or tattoos and is an alt boy wearing spikey platform demonias.

Each time Sanemi sees him, he has a heart attack like a 54 year old mother that wants his boy to be preppy — he would lecture him but also drive him to the tattoo studio?? And get him dinner after???

I am not okay.

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KALEIDOSCOPE x KIMETSU NO YAIBA MODERN!AU

Kaleidoscope is a WIP

BRIEF: Based on modern era, where demons are to toil with the underbelly of Japan’s crime and disorder. An organisation of highly-trained members hunts and protects the public from this invisible threat to society, eventually saving them from its own greedy consumption.

CW: Mild angst, drug use, not proofread. Read at will—

In a haze of neon lights that tremble in the puddles reflection, he contemplates the mixed colours as the raindrops hit the top of his head and run down the hood of his jacket. Another deep breath and a brief look into the phone screen, showing the coordinates of what will be his new assignment before the message is deleted from the servers. Closing his eyes once more and leaning into the concrete chess table, he aimlessly pushes another pawn a few squares forward.

Feet planted on the ground, a soft sound of the wet earth beneath his shoes and cracking sound between his fingers as he stretches them overhead, gazing up and letting the raindrops freshen his face.

It’s barely ten at night, he should be at home already and hopefully remembered to have dinner, preferably something more nutritious than convenience store ramen. Standing up and zipping up the neck of his jacket, he makes a mental note of reminding him to buy more vegetables, not only eat the same ones he likes. The night breeze brings more droplets into his face, making single white strands stick on his temples as he makes his way out of the public space and onward to the memorised address from a few minutes ago.

Districts turn lively when the moon rises into the sky, gleaming over the crowds of people and mindless murmuring of the streets. Dolled up figures and promoters begin to line up at this hour, trying to catch the attention of all patrons crossing by and he is no different, just another man who seeks refuge from the rain.

‘Is there anything in particular you’d be interested in trying tonight?’ The host asked in a sultry voice, removing his jacket and carefully hanging it to drip the remains of the rain.

‘Hm, not really. I suppose I’m not as demanding as your other customers.’ His eyes scanning across the room he had been taken into, the shoji screens around them were dimly lit by blue lighting changing the atmosphere to somewhat unsettling.

‘Customers? You make me sound like a business with clientele.’ He circles back and takes place in front of him, the blue hues of the room turning his features unnatural to the eye.

‘Isn’t that your specialty? Perhaps I’ve walked into the wrong room.’ He examines his demeanour once more, the slight twitch on his right eyebrow and the cracked smile that wouldn’t seem to falter. He looked like a weasel, and he played to the role appropriately.

A small laugh leaves his chest and leaned over his elbow, his hand cradling his face as he rested upon it.

‘You are in the right place, Hashira.’

‘Then stop baiting me and tell me, tell me who organised the hit against the Tokito household.’

‘Are you always this impatient?’ The wicked grin growing bigger and baring its fangs towards him. ‘I’m almost gutted that I agreed to meet with you for this, but alas-‘ With a roll of his eyes, the hashira slid a pack of neatly rolled bills his way. When that proved to not be enough, he rolled a second one on the table.

‘The Corps must really be desperate if you’re coming to me for this.’ He thumbed through one of the rolls and took a single bill out of the pack before slipping them into his coat. He retrieved back a silver card case and placed it next to the bill on the table.

‘What I’ve heard, is that this is only the start of a very long line of steps against the Pillars, which I suppose isn’t news to someone like you.’ His greenish eyes seemed to shift slightly, his hands slowly opening the card case and revealing small dotted bags of white powder.

‘You are now edging on my patience.’ He noted with a grit in his teeth and his hand firm on his waist, clutching into the green metal handle.

A few minutes of silence hung into the room, after a long breath and wiping his nose for any remains, he noticed how his posture shifted and slid across the small picture from his card case to him. Shuffling back and dusting himself, he caught his attention.

‘That’s your target. He was responsible for the death of Yuichiro, the others were a mere coincidence.’ He shrugged and turned his face away.

‘How do I know you’re not making me play into your sick game?’ He took the picture and slid it deep into the pocket of his trousers, appearing much more relaxed than before to who sat against him.

Another soft laugh echoed the room, one more natural and almost human. ‘Because it wouldn’t be as rewarding when the odds are massively stacked against your opponent,’ He said as he stood up from the table, letting the gold charm around his neck dangle across his chest. ‘I much prefer a decent fighter, one who’s as thirsty for blood as I am.’

‘God, you’re fucked in the head.’ He let out with a twist on his lips, only amusing his host even more.

‘Out of all of you, I assumed you would be the most like me. Edging for a reason to fight.’ He breathed sharply through his nose again, raising up his chin towards him.

‘Seems to me you have a death wish and are looking for someone to do it for you.’ He swiftly stood back on his feet, his hand not leaving the waistband.

‘Then go for it and make your move, Shinazugawa.’ He taunted and inched closer, not being a foot away from him. Being sure than even from this angle, he could aim for his neck and send that rotten gold pendant flying across the room in a single motion.

The hatred curled in his stomach and slight red patches clouded his vision, slowly turning the room from blue to blood red. The clenching of his jaw brought back his attention to the moment and avoided the clear taunt he had made against him. Sensing it made the right effect, he smiled once more towards the hashira.

‘But I suppose that would be very inconvenient for you and the Corps, maybe costing you your own life as well.’ He reached for his shoulder and patted it twice, making his blood burn on the spot underneath his clothing. ‘Another time, different place?’

‘Get lost already, Inadama.’ He turned his face in disdain and shuffled back his shoulder from his touch. ‘You sicken me.’

‘Always a pleasure to meet with you.’ He mockingly reached for the jacket hanging on the perch, holding it open for him to slide his arms back in. With a grunt, he snatched the jacket away and threw it over his shoulder as he walked past him and back out into the hallway of the building and away from the blueish paper walls.

‘How’s Genya, by the way?’ He retorted as a last goodbye, hoping to prick more into his visitor.

Meeting his eyes with a darkness in them, his knuckles turning white as he squeezed the metal between them.

‘Gone. I don’t have a brother.’

eek.

I wrote this in an hour— no notes in drafts, no scripting ahead, straight into the black screen. Is like fighting writer’s block with a needle.

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GENYA x MODERN!AU

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G E N Y A S H I N A Z U G A W A

TRAINING DIVISION / ‘You… You cannot speak for what I’ve been through.’

• Genya who, over the years, had learned to both bottle and channel his emotions to fuel his survival instinct, because simply wishing for change isn’t enough.

• Genya who would purposely soil the fresh bandages to redo them himself, an ever present need to proof he was self-sufficient to all around them.

• Genya who couldn’t find a mentor because of who he was and his precedent reputation, almost forced to figure it all out on his own from very young. Well, that wasn’t new in his eyes.

• Genya who liked walking alone at night across the Districts, relishing on the drastic difference of worlds for other boys his age. Overhearing their biggest problems, situations, goals and oversights… It was endearing and very much distracting.

• Genya who towered over most around him, and avoiding stealth assignments in fear he could be easily spotted, yet he never was.

• Genya who kept a secret for months to the person who was closest to him, letting the silence eat slowly at his insides while coming up with a way to tell him the truth.

• Genya who grudgingly trained for years, polishing his one skill to perfection, only to discover that it wasn’t as fulfilling anymore.

• Genya who wouldn’t sleep at night and intently listened to the soft purring of the cat placed in his lap.

• Genya who after talking about it with a stranger, came to terms on how to face his truth, and the impersonation of it.

• Genya who cried for hours and was unable to speak for days without muttering apologies and rivers of tears. He had bottled it for too long this time.

• Genya who, out of nowhere, had a new train ticket and a packed up bag. The bag with a folder containing all his accomplishments and certificates, even if some of them weren’t entirely legitimate.

• Genya who had faced worst and gut-churning assignments before, but stepping into the new district seemed atrociously worse.

• Genya who learned he liked the feeling of orange fizzy drinks just as much as his new peers did, and that school subjects could be boring and sports weren’t as interesting. But others were, and it was refreshing.

• Genya who had to stick to a tailored profile of what he wished for his average life to be instead of what he had truly grown up into.

• Genya who was the new exchange student and certain rules wouldn’t apply to him. This made him interesting to others, and everyone would gravitate towards him to soak up on the mystery.

• Genya who always blushed around one girl in particular, his ears turning bright red and forehead slick with sweat. The midnight phone calls will tease him endlessly about it.

• Genya who now stayed up late while flipping through pages and not overseeing a crosshair in a green lens, actively trying to stay awake for another 18 hours.

• Genya who seemed to be more confused by trivialities and customs than over types of ramen, sometimes being overwhelmed by the amount of choices he had.

• Genya who excelled at his finals with modesty, keeping his success to himself. Until he arrived to a surprise party, organised by who he once thought would be against his new path. He was his biggest supporter.

• Genya who was overly talkative after his first sips of alcohol and confessed his fear of frogs, his crush’s name and admitted that he had always been right to push him away from their past, words he would never repeat until much older.

• Genya who was gifted a handwritten letter and a small wolf made out of felt on Valentine’s day by his crush. Her pink eyes were filled with joy when she did this and he would see them at night before going to sleep.

• Genya who had an alarm set up at midnight, because he made a habit of checking in with him, even if it was a series of grunts on the phone.

• Genya who had realised he was happier now, and it was bittersweet he couldn’t convince him to do the same, to walk away and start over.

genzuko is real and you can’t change my mind about it.

i’ve been working on modern!sanemi and will be posting sometime soon to complete the hashira headcanons.

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seriously debating leaving out modern!sanemi headcanons because it’ll be unfair for him to have personality, relationships, nsfw AND modern!genya vs all others

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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T E N G E N U Z U I

SOUND HASHIRA / ‘I feel tested just by standing next to you.’

• Tengen who would relentlessly put himself at the top of anybody assignment with negative odds, just because he could.

• Tengen who would openly boast about harsh training sessions with the newcomers, and how they simply wouldn’t stand the test, yet he wouldn’t leave the grounds until everyone had been accounted for.

• Tengen who could fool his way into any establishment, conversation or organisation. Known for a very symmetrical face and charisma, he was the face of most long-term assignments.

• Tengen who kept a blurred line between what was most precious to him, and it was his wives safety before his team, then everyone else of importance, and maybe himself at the end.

• Tengen who trained himself to be superior to beat all odds against him, for he was the constant of their lives.

• Tengen who, callously, made remarks on weak points but never bore ill will.

• Tengen who relished coming home and letting his guard down, unwind the impenetrable facade for those he kept close.

• Tengen who had a visceral dislike for public transport after being caught on the closing doors one to many times.

• Tengen who lived by his own moral compass and codex, but second guessed if he was turning into the image he despised.

• Tengen who volunteered to handle the losses, to constantly remind himself why he must endure, why he must be who he has crafted himself to be.

• Tengen who knows a spot for fresh takoyaki, and brings some when their schedules match.

• Tengen who wishes to live plenty and beautifully, with no restraints or regrets of a morning after. Carefully treading in the dark with only a small candlelight.

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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K Y O J U R O R E N G O K U

FLAME HASHIRA / ‘PASS THE TAKOYAKI!’

• Kyojuro who is possibly the only man everyone remembers, given by his appearance or his demeanour, everyone knows who he is and exactly where he’s at.

• Kyojuro who has a love for racing, he finds busy streets to be slightly more tolerable when running on a motorcycle.

• Kyojuro who had full knowledge of every late-night food place and a list of recommendations categorised by cuisine, atmosphere and portion sizes.

• Kyojuro who had a legacy name to carry, and it was heavier and sloppier more times than he’d like to admit. He avoided sake for the same reason, to not become sloppy as well.

• Kyojuro who was the first one to take assignments more lightly, because instructions sometimes weren’t comparable to what was ‘the right thing to do.’

• Kyojuro who would fall asleep during seminars after staying up til midnight while training the newcomers.

• Kyojuro who had the most dashing smile paired with an oblivious attitude. If you say he’s hot, he might relate it to the weather and make a remark of how he can control his body temperature.

• Kyojuro who brought the food shopping after a very, very long assignment. His younger brother concerned that he wasn’t resting enough or following the Butterfly’s code.

• Kyojuro who may not always know the right thing to do but hell would freeze over before him staying put.

• Kyojuro who wasn’t superstitious but carried a protection talisman next to a picture of his brother inside his wallet, in case he ever failed to protect him perhaps something else will.

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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G Y O M E I H I M E J I M A

STONE HASHIRA / ‘I refuse to believe that all of you deserve to live the way we do, I shall atone for your sins and mine.’

Gyomei who thought his teaching days were beyond him after the most awful, terrible, and agonising accident that took his credibility away.

Gyomei who internalised his own pain and insecurities to develop a new sense of self.

Gyomei who firmly believed he’d be the one to put an end to his own suffering a day too soon. But also wished for a day after tomorrow.

Gyomei who warmed up to the smallest gestures, reminding him that a day after tomorrow might be still too soon.

Gyomei who was in charge of keeping everyone stable, unafraid to bend the boundaries and rules they lived by.

Gyomei who carried multitudes of assignments everywhere he went, stacks of files permanently filling his messenger.

Gyomei who could see straight into everyone’s true intentions, perfectly detailing the next steps of all to follow.

Gyomei who still needed to spend a few minutes a day alone and turn off his senses, before it all got too hard to control once again.

Gyomei who never locked his door in case anyone had just finished and was too tired to head back home. Fresh linens, enough food to feed any appetite and a night owl’s cat who would purr to anyone.

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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M U I C H I R O T O K I T O

MIST HASHIRA / ‘I have already given up on all of your efforts, so I'll be doing this instead.'

• Muichiro who had matured too quickly, facing his own demons before anyone else had even discovered them.

• Muichiro who preferred to see the cold truth and face it head-on before anyone else could step in between.

• Muichiro who graduated school in paper and had gone through three sets of IDs to keep his profile low.

• Muichiro who wished to keep his memories bottled, but would get flashbacks ever so often while looking in the mirror.

• Muichiro who would turn into a ruthless pillar before the eyes of those who underestimated him, and developed a taste for it.

• Muichiro who slept in the cold, hard floor behind the boxes before anyone noticed.

• Muichiro who started enjoying hot meals with someone who barely spoke a word to him before.

• Muichiro who often reconsidered if being reckless was truly the best way to go about his own life.

• Muichiro who was learning to forgive himself for making mistakes when he was still so young.

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not me feeling excited to write the modern!au after 5 likes on headcanons, but I know something you don’t — and the shinazugawa bros are painful ones

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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M I T S U R I K A N R O J I

LOVE HASHIRA / ‘Please, please don’t leave my side tonight. I won’t be able to hold your hand if you do.’

• Mitsuri who hums and kicks her feet while typing out on her laptop, sipping frothy cat cappuccinos on a café.

• Mitsuri who felt giddy every time she caught someone with differently coloured hair, or had an alternative outfit on. Her heart fluttered slightly to see people embrace their own image.

• Mitsuri who used to pick up her younger siblings when school finished, always making time to walk home with them and be sure they were okay.

• Mitsuri who cried all through the hour it took for her to get her first tattoo. Not because of the physical pain, but because she could carry his name on her skin forever the same way he did.

• Mitsuri who gave up on training in the daytime in light of the looks she got for her frilly ballet skirts while bench pressing over six times her weight. Oddly, she never found herself alone when going to crowded places.

• Mitsuri who, despite her constant emotions blushing on her skin, was one of the most down-to-earth and reliable pillars.

• Mitsuri who finally stopped blaming herself for wishing to change who she was, because he wouldn’t want for her to be any different than who she truly is.

• Mitsuri who would pretend to be asleep when their schedules didn’t match. She knew very well how he loved for her to wake up in his arms only.

• Mitsuri who was set on defending others and carrying the weight on her shoulders, for if they couldn’t - she would stand by them, stronger than ever.

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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O B A N A I I G U R O

SERPENT HASHIRA / ‘What makes you think you have the right to look at her?’

• Obanai who avoids the daylight and short sleeves. He gets sunburned easily, and it brings unwanted stares to his heavily inked skin and dichromatic eyes.

• Obanai who, somehow, still manages to sneak Kaburamaru into any place at any time. Supermarket? He’s there. University? Yes, he’s an avid student. Doctor’s appointment? As long as a its butterfly-free.

• Obanai who dresses up in black and white but carries a sakura phone charm on his hand and shows it off with pride.

• Obanai who has a short temper for all those who cross him in some way or another, with an ever-full agenda of future assignments to line out.

• Obanai who moves and slithers through crowds unnoticed but leaves a sharp-stinging mark. With full knowledge of his surroundings, he’s capable of disappearing in an instant.

• Obanai who gave up on disguising his appearance for he ensures to be the last sight seen by those who stand on the other side of his blade.

• Obanai who makes an effort to get home before sunrise, or simply before she wakes up so he can be both the last and first person she sees that day.

• Obanai who keeps a stocked pantry of sweets at the tattoo studio, for when she comes by to cheer his day. And even if she doesn’t, he’ll bring it to her.

• Obanai who has kept his promise despite his line of work, despite of what the universe has put up against him. Every. Single. Time. His own determination to keep her safe was what mattered most.

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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S H I N O B U K O C H O

INSECT HASHIRA / “I have more than one way to make you say it nicely.”

• Shinobu who has always been too smart for her own good, she stays up until early hours of the night flash on the clock. Her eyes tired, and aching from not moving from her chair in the last few hours.

• Shinobu who became a figurehead too quickly, she used to be warmer to all those she called her friends. The funeral service was closed to the public, and she could count with one hand how many others had showed up to pay respects and not sneak their way into the board.

• Shinobu who took it upon herself to not only lead but deeply mark those who had wounded her family, for revenge can be a sweet poisonous cocktail that eats you slowly, little by little.

• Shinobu who believed that her biggest strength was her willingness to be selfless, an adopted trait she assumed as her new face to the world. Selflessness so warped that justified her means til the end.

• Shinobu who had four new sisters to care for, as she wouldn’t have made it out of her own depression alone. Her willingness transferred to them, as they left everything behind to stand with her.

• Shinobu who saw one of her sisters as an equal, and it was sometimes painful to look at her without the memories flooding back. To not speak ill of the dead, she smiled through her own anger.

• Shinobu who kept a lab coat and gloves in her bag, the surname finely etched into the right side and an unmistakeable stain of grape juice on the left sleeve. She remembered it fondly, she had spilled it herself on someone else.

• Shinobu who was the face of the Butterfly Estate and all its private houses, in care of all those who couldn’t go to a regular hospital for their injuries would scar them for life.

• Shinobu who wished for past times to come back, when the only burden in her shoulders was to overcome her own fears and goals.

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HASHIRA HEADCANONS x MODERN!AU

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G I Y U U T O M I O K A

WATER HASHIRA / ‘Tomioka, you sure know how to make it look like an accident.’

• Giyuu is the quiet type. The one who would cross your path at night and you’d barely notice, fading into the background with oversized clothing and a face mask on.

• Giyuu would rely on his tech. His phone clutched firmly on his hand, wired headphones for better quality, a possibly self-assembled laptop that carries anywhere in a tattered messenger bag.

• Giyuu would sit on the corners of a cafe late at night, headphones on while taking note of the world that surrounds him. How can everyone still be so loud and be heard so clearly, even when trying his best to isolate in the most crowded spaces.

• Giyuu lives alone in a modest apartment, dim-lighting and barren walls that once held all his memories, the dust piling over the cardboard boxes in the closet that is now their new home.

• Giyuu who stares out the window into the busiest streets of midnight Japan. Luke-warm tea in hand, soft bass coming from the sound system as he tries to take it all in, one sip at the time.

• Giyuu who so fleetingly evades everyone’s perception as if invisible, you only notice him when he wants to be seen. Right now, across the street…

• Giyuu who can be as gentle as a water stream, until the tides rise high and angry, swallowing all who dares to tread far enough into the sea.

• Giyuu who didn’t find himself with the wrong crowd, but accepted the fate that appeared front of him and continued, no matter how hard he stumbled on the way.

I am my own slowburn novel trying to write again, one silly prompt at the time.

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Hi,

I live and jump between my own fantasy worlds and moved to a tiny corner of the internet to give them a place to stay.

Send your regards through the letterbox 💌

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