#:;sanemi.shinazugawa

[pretty-princess-peach]

♡ Masterlists ♡

Here are all of the characters I may want to write for. Hopefully some will suit your tastes!

Jujutsu Kaisen

♡ Suguru Getō

♡ Satoru Gojō

♡ Tōji ZeninFushiguro

♡ Ryōmen Sukuna

Genshin Impact

♡ Diluc Ragnvindr

♡ Kaeya Alberich

♡ Tartaglia

Demon Slayer

♡ Rengoku Kyōjurō

♡ Sanemi Shinazugawa

♡ Akaza

♡ Dōma

♡ Kokushibō

[maaarshieee]

⎯⎯ ୨ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 ୧ ⎯⎯

➢ Gɪʏᴜᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ, Kʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ Rᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ, Mᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ Tᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), Mɪᴛsᴜʀɪ Kᴀɴᴊᴏʀɪ, Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ Iɢᴜʀᴏ, Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ, Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ Kᴏᴄʜᴏ & Tᴇɴɢᴇɴ Uᴢᴜɪ x M!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

a/n - i dont feel good so i decided to cope with writing. writing for csm now too because everyone is so fucking horny. you do you obvs but i dont like how when i check tags and literally all nsfw,, anyways titled "quite the opposite" hope you like this collection of drabbles. i don't prohibit fem aligned accs interaction just... don't fetishize mlm relationships. listened to eric cartman's ver of poker face while writing. good music.

↬ cw: canon typical angst (slight, mostly just fluff), injuries, reader's a bit older around late 20's.

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Everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps knew about him. Known as "The Hashira who refused to retire", he worked for Kagaya Ubuyashiki for twelve years. Famous for defeating a vast number of Lowermoon demons, as well as clashing against Uppermoon demons more than once. And every time he did, he always came back alive. He watched the downfall of multiple slayers and hashiras alike, survived unreal horrors for almost a decade, and yet he persisted in continuing his job. Despite the multiple scars that littered his body, severed arm, and blind eye, he remained one of the strongest Hashira ever to exist.

People assumed his distant and quiet attitude was due to his experience as a Hashira. He was strict and terrifying when training slayers and was rather uptight and dismissive when it comes to casual conversations. Either way, he's always so respectful and polite to his peers. So, more often than not, curious slayers ask his significant other; "How do you even get along with him?" They'd always tell them how he's quite the opposite...

Just, how so?

Giyuu never expected this when he got himself into a relationship with him. He was literally quite the opposite of how Shinobu described him.

The moment Giyuu give him the clear to be physically affectionate to him, he was quite literally all over him. His hand loves to roam his skin whenever he's close to him. It starts from caressing his cheek, tracing down to his jawline, then to his neck while giving it small, loving kisses, then to his chest. He always has a hand on Giyuu, no matter where they are.

On missions, at their shared estate, or casually walking outside, his hand is either on his shoulder, the small of his back, or holding his. Giyuu also didn't take him to be the clingy type.

"...We have to get up, dear..." Giyuu sighed for the nth time that morning, wriggling from his grasp. For a man with only one arm left, Giyuu struggled to get out of his hold. "We have work to do..." Yet, despite his words, his own arms clung around him, gripping his kimono and burying his face against his chest.

Letting out a small yawn, he just rested his chin on top of his head, his voice making his chest rumble lightly. "5 more minutes..." He responded, half asleep. Giyuu sighed once more, his hand playing with his hair. "You said that 30 minutes ago..."

He blinked, a little more awake, but proceeded to close his eyes and ignore the sunlight that was seeping into their room. "Well, how come you haven't pushed me off?" He teased, a small smile etching his features, "You're a lot stronger than this."

Giyuu sighed against his skin, embarrassed. It only earned a small chuckle from him.

No one has made him feel so treasured in his life before. He was so loving, understanding, and patient with him. He wasn't exactly talkative, but he always talks to Giyuu, especially behind closed doors. From stories about when he was a fresh slayer, how his day has been, or nothing of relevance at all, Giyuu always listens.

Because he talks to him, spends time with him, cares for him, and loves him. Waking up in the morning wasn't a chore anymore when he has him by his side. Even during his darkest times, when he cried and felt like he didn't deserve to be alive, he would always stay by his side. Holding him, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he comforted him.

Giyuu has never been so vulnerable in front of someone.

"Let's stay like this for a little bit," He says, pressing kisses against his forehead. Giyuu could only let out a grunt, pulling him closer. His face flushed when he heard him let out a small laugh, pulling the blanket back up to cover them.

"I'll take that as a yes?"

"...Let's just tell Oyakata-sama you're aging."

"Wh- I'm not that old!" He huffed humorously, shaking his head. He doesn't miss the small, pretty smile on Giyuu's lips.

"You should quit drinking, Rengoku-san."

"You should retire," Shinjuro shot back, taking a swig of his sake. "You look horrible compared to the last time I saw you." Anyone who could see this interaction between the ex-coworkers, people would assume he would take offense to Shinjuro's words, but all he did was let out a wholehearted laugh, slapping his knee.

As it turns out, the two of them knew each other quite well. It was the first time in years since Kyojuro and Senjuro see a small glimmer of life in their father's eyes. Shinjuro huffed, pouring his guest a cup of sake. He seemed more sober than usual, which surprised the brothers. "Just because I quit didn't mean you can get with my son,"

Kyojuro flushed when his father mentioned that, coughing on his fist and instead focused on eating his dinner. Kyojuro could feel his sudden wave of nervousness beside him, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "That wasn't my intention... It just happened, I suppose."

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Shinjuro slammed his fist against the table, making the brothers flinch but all he did was smile, patting the retired Hashira's back whilst he discreetly passed the sake to Senjuro to hide it. Oh, he was definitely drunk now, so he took action. "Now now, I swear it wasn't. How about you get some rest for tonight?"

He shot Kyojuro a look of reassurance before leading Shinjuro to his room, letting the man grumble at you while you continued to softly speak to him, carrying his weight.

That was quite the opposite of what he expected how his first dinner with his family, with him, included. Kyojuro expected indifference from his father, especially when they were ex-coworkers. He expected him to be distant, or uncomfortable throughout the whole dinner.

He was nothing but helpful. He got along with Senjuro so well, despite meeting for the first time. The boy was intimidated at first, never seeing a man as scarred and tall as him, but when he offered to help in the kitchen? Senjuro grew comfortable around him almost instantly. He was very careful in the kitchen, aware of his size and Senjuro, plus his cooking was really good so the young boy learned a lot from the veteran cook.

All the while, Kyojuro just fell harder for him. He didn't expect him to be so affectionate when they first got into a relationship, maybe even more than him. But seeing him get along with his family so well? It made a warm feeling blossom in his chest, a wide grin on his face.

Kyojuro could see how much he cares for all of them. Helping Senjuro with his chores, talking to Shinjuro as if the two of them were equals, and loving Kyojuro despite everything. He has never seen his family like this in a long time, and he just knows he would be just fantastic once they make their own family.

"Thinking about it again?" He mumbled, pressing a small kiss on Kyojuro's temple. He couldn't deny it, face flushing and laughing lightly. He could always tell what was going through his head.

"Of course! You'd made a good father, it's just in your nature!" It was his turn to get flustered, not meeting his eyes but keeping his hand on his cheek, caressing it.

Kyojuro's heart stuttered when he saw his expression and was about to refute his previous statement, but stopped himself when he pressed his forehead against Kyojuro's, smiling tenderly at his lover.

"Alright, I've always wanted to start a family, even more so now that I'm with you."

↬ platonic/familial

Out of all the Hashiras Muichiro spent time with, moments with him were more memorable than the rest.

Sat in front of a koi pond, watching the clouds go by, hands folded neatly on his lap. He listened to him hum a soft tune as he brushed Muichiro's long hair. It became one of their favorite activity when both of them are free. He liked the feeling of his hands playing with his hair, especially when he tied his hair in different hairstyles.

Muichiro enjoys it when he braids his hair. He was very gentle, despite his big, scarred hands. It was practiced as if he's done this a hundred times before. Muichiro can faintly remember the first time he asked him to tie his hair, so perhaps he's done it so much before him.

"Are you hungry?" He asks, voice quiet and gentle, like the winds blowing through his hair, "You forgot to eat lunch." Muichiro blinked, slowly nodding his head.

"Really?" He frowned, clutching his uniform. "Sorry..." He only let out a soft chuckle, a big hand patting his head. Muichiro just huffed, pushing his hand away. "Don't apologize, you can't help it." He says as he got up from behind him, holding out a hand for him to take.

"I can make you lunch before the meeting." Muichiro's eyes brightened, taking his hand and allowing himself to be pulled up. At that, his stomach rumbled loudly, which made his cheeks burn up. "...Your cooking is something I can't forget."

He gave him a small smile, lightly pinching his cheek. Muichiro could only groan in annoyance but didn't push him away. It was rare to see the oldest Hashira smile. It was bright as the sun, shining amongst the fog that clouded his mind. He wanted to remember it. "Is that so? I'm honored." He gives out a small laugh, bringing a smile to Muichiro's face.

Muichiro always feel like he could rely on him. Safe; is what he feels whenever he's with him. The youngest Hashira was glad that he, a man that had seen horrors for a decade now, kept treating the people close to him very compassionately. Muichiro wanted to call him something sort of a familial term because it just feels right.

He's too embarrassed to do so, though. But he knows he needn't because he looks at him as if he was his own child anyways.

Muichiro grabbed hold of his hand, eliciting a raised brow from the older man but Muichiro kept a blank face. He just let out a silent chuckle, gently squeezing his hand. "I'll make your favorite, is that okay?"

Muichiro squeezed back, nodding his head enthusiastically. "Okay."

He treated him differently like everyone else, quite the opposite if you will. He was a gentle reminder. Of his everyday life, of who he truly is, a child, and of his duties.

He was the end of her.

Everything she dreamt in a man, all of them fell on him. Mitsuri was in love. He was strong, fearsome in battle, and one of the most powerful Hashiras known to date. People both feared and admired him, but his scarred face, tall figure, and big body didn't scare her the slightest.

She genuinely wanted to get to know him better! He was distant, but also looked rather lonely. And with her friendliness and determination, she was rewarded with the fruit of her labor; a side of him that only a few ever got to experience. A side that was quite the opposite of how he looked like!

"What are you talking about?" He frowned, staring at her in disbelief. Mitsuri bit her bottom lip, avoiding his gaze, heart pounding against her chest. Gosh, he's so cute when he looks at her like that! "Is someone badmouthing you? Who? I'll deal with them-"

Mitsuri cut him off, shaking her head with a shaky smile on her lips and flustered face. "N-no! It's just... the lovers I had in the past... Well, they d-disliked my hair and stuff..." She explained, hands playing with one of her braids nervously. Now he was just confused, hand reaching for her round cheeks. She held back a sob, leaning against his touch and pressing her body against his. "They don't like how s-strong I am and... I'm so scared that... you think so too..."

He leaned down, kissing away the tears that rolled down her cheeks and caressing her pretty face. "How foolish of them to think like that of you when you're the prettiest women I've ever laid my eyes on," He whispered in her ear, making her shudder and grip his haori. She became flustered, stumbling over her words but he didn't give her time to respond.

"I love how your hair goes from pink to green, I love your light green eyes that remind me of matcha, the moles on your cheeks, your personality, and how strong you are." With each spoken devotion, he tells her, he presses a kiss on her plump lips, leaving her panting as a smile crept on her face.

"Mitsuri Kanjori, I love you just the way you are. You are beautiful and unique. Those men pushed you aside because they didn't see how much of a wonderful person you are." He wiped the stray tears that continued to fall, but his shoulders sagged in relief when he heard her let out a small giggle. Capturing her lips once more in a kiss, longer and more passionate, Mitsuri's arms wrapped around his shoulders.

He was everything that Misturi dreamt of ever since she joined the Demon Slayer Corps. Strong, someone who made her feel safe and protected, but also someone who made her feel loved. Someone who accepted her for who she truly is. He was a very sweet guy, she doesn't understand why rumors about him being unpleasant spread in the first place!

"I understand why you were worried but..." He muttered once he pulled away, panting lightly, "I feel lucky to have you... Especially when I look like this..." He sheepishly smiled.

Mitsuri could only hug him tight, eyes sparkling in adoration.

"What are you talking about? You're the most handsome man I've ever laid my eyes on!"

Similar to him, he had scars. More than Obanai had. However, he never tried to cover them. He wore them with pride, a great reminder of all the treacherous battles he fought against demons. His scars showed his strength, screaming 'I survived!'. He was quite the opposite of him, in a sense.

Obanai envied him sometimes, but that envy is immediately chased away by him.

"Do they still hurt?" He asked, concern evident in his eyes. His thumb traced the scars that stretched up to his cheeks, hissing a little when throbbed. His hand flinched away, but Obanai grabbed his wrist, keeping it pressed against his skin. "Let me..." His fingers slowly began to lightly knead against his skin, massaging his scar.

It was the first time he's shown him his scars and frankly, he was quite nervous. He shouldn't be when he had more than Obanai did, but he was. His scars made him look terrifying, and they always reminded him of that damn demon.

But the moment he took off the bandages on his mouth, he looked at him differently than he expected. It wasn't pitying, nor disgust, it was understanding. Accepting. Loving. Relieved, that he trusted him enough to show his scars to him. It made his heart skip a beat.

And now that he was massaging his aching scars, he was experiencing bliss. For a moment, he had forgotten the pain the scars brought to him and only felt the soothing touches against them. It was a first for him to feel at ease with someone seeing his unmasked self. His true self.

"What about yours?" Obanai's gaze rested upon him, eyeing the multiple scars that littered across his face, glancing at the scarred limb of your amputated arm. Obanai's hands slowly trailed up to his face, doing the same soothing rolls of his fingers against his scars.

He let out a pleased sigh and smiled at Obanai. "Well, not anymore." He chuckled, pressing light kisses on his scars, one on his left and another on his right. Obanai couldn't help but sigh as well, heat creeping up to his neck.

"Thank you," He whispered, fingers delicately trailing his scar.

Obanai faintly smiled, chasing the warmth of his hand. "Thank you too,"

He was the calm, gentle wind that caresses your skin on a cool, cloudy day, while Sanemi was the chaotic, frenetic winds that make you tumble on a stormy night. Quite the opposite of him, and just what he needed in his life.

He was balance. The one who knew Sanemi deep inside, maybe even more than he knew himself.

"Rough day?" He whispers quietly to Sanemi whilst he raked his fingers through his hair, shifting his legs slightly to make his lap more comfortable for Sanemi to lie on. He could only nod his head to him, a tired sigh escaping his lips. "One of those days?" He nodded again, closing his eyes.

"Alright love, just rest." He brushed the hairs on his forehead, calloused but tender fingertips traced the scars on his face lovingly. He always told Sanemi how much he adored his scars, it made him feel so proud deep inside, that despite the struggles he went through, he was still here. Alive and fighting.

Sanemi wanted to say the same to him. He had far more scars than he'd ever seen on a person. So many disabilities and yet he strives for a better future where demons are eradicated and everyone is at peace. He never got the chance to say those words, but he knew he could tell just by the look in Sanemi's eyes. He thanked him for that night, and Sanemi's face turned red.

His touch against the sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine, earning another sigh from him. This time, it was a pleased one, as Sanemi's hands reached for his. "I've got you, okay?" He murmurs, voice so deep and soft that it's slowly lulling him to sleep.

People rumored him to be a terrifying and unpleasant man. Rumors were just rumors though, because he's more gentle than the light rains on cloudy days, more gentle than the soft tunes of birds singing in the morning. He treated Sanemi as if he were the most vulnerable thing in the world. And while he despised it at first, he never knew how much he craved such affection.

He was the calm to Sanemi's storm.

"Dislocated jaw, concussion, broken arm," Shinobu listed all the injuries he acquired from his last mission, brow twitching in irritation. He could hear the exasperation in her voice, a small smile forming on his lips despite his poor condition, "Sprained ankle, bruises in multiple parts of your body, a few broken ribs— why are you up?"

Shinobu looked away from him to read through his diagnosis, so why was he sitting up from his bed the moment she turns back to him? Her smile wavered as she held back the urge to scold him further when he stood up, slightly wobbling towards her.

"M'fine," He says, leaning down to look at her properly, eyes softening as his hand stiffly reached for her face, smoothing the creases that formed between her brows while pressing featherlight kisses under her eyes, right on the apple of her cheeks. "I could barely feel the pain."

Shinobu sighed, both from frustration and contentment. She let the smile fall from her lips and just leaned against his warm touch. Pressing her hands on his chest, she gently pushed him back. It forced him to walk backward until he reached the bed, sitting back down.

"Stupid," She grumbled under her breath, standing on her tiptoes to inch closer to his waiting lips, her heart beating faster hand she felt his arm wrap around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You should've avoided fighting that Uppermoon."

Pink dusted her cheeks when she saw the amused glimmer in his eye, tilting his head and letting their lips brush against each other, but not quite kissing yet. The grip she had on his kimono tightened, shooting him a glare for his teasing. All he could do was chuckle. "Sorry butterfly, Akaza says he's bored."

Shinobu scoffed, "You even know that demon's name?" Before she could complain further, or scold him for being reckless, he closed the gap between them, stealing Shinobu's breath away. His kisses were always so gentle and full of love. He kissed her as if it was his last, always pulling her close to him. It always made her weak in the knees.

"Don't worry, dear," He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smile widening when he saw her flushed face and the glare he grew to love, "I'll make it up to you."

She rolled her eyes at that, pushing him down on the bed, and forcing him to lie down. Grabbing the forgotten clipboard on the ground, she walked to the cart near his bed to get his medicine. "Start by listening to your doctor's orders." It only made him chuckle, nodding obediently.

He was quite the opposite of how people perceived him. Herself included.

It always makes her heart tremble whenever he smiles at her. It's always so genuine, and beautiful, similar to the smiles from multiple famous paintings she's seen. She's blessed to be one of the only few people to see this side of him. Unlike hers, it was cold and a mask. She once thought that by letting him see her true self, one she had forgotten herself ever since her sister died, he would dislike her. But she proved him wrong, loving her even more.

He was the only one who could see her frowns, and she was the only one who could see his smiles.

↬ wives included

Tengen never regretted for a single second adding him to his big family.

He gets along flamboyantly with his wives, maybe even more than himself. Even so, all Tengen could feel was pure joy and adoration when he sees him amongst his wives. The three of them showed him the ropes of their daily lives in their estate and slowly but surely, he's grown accustomed to it.

"Woah! You made all this!?" Suma marveled, leaving all four of them in awe. All he did was smile, gesturing enthusiastically for them to sit down. Right in front of them was a table full of grandiose food, all made with love. "Everyone was out, and I had a day off so I decided to cook something special." He explained, cheeks red as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Makio's mouth watered at how good all the food smelled, seating herself next to him with a huge grin on her face. "This all looks so good! Thank you so much!" She nudged his arm with her elbow, a sign of her appreciation.

Hinatsuru had a worried look on her face, sitting next to Makio and glancing at Tengen. "Shouldn't you be resting? That's why Oyakata-sama gave you a rest day... It's not like I don't appreciate though." She says with a gentle smile.

He let out a nervous chuckle, his smile widening when Tengen sat on his other side, fumbling with his fingers. "Ah well, that's not all I did today." His statement elicited raised brows from all four of them whilst they ate, "I did some chores... Cleaning, laundry, you name it."

His three wives and himself all looked at him in shock. "What!? You didn't have to do that!" Suma fretted, a frown evident on her lips. "Yeah! We could've done them all together..." Makio worriedly examined his face for any trace of exhaustion or any sort of pain.

But his smile remained, shyly playing with his kimono. "I... well, it's sort of a thank you for being so accepting of me..." He says, eyes softening when his gaze fell upon them. "Everyone has been so kind and patient to me, I just wanted to return the favor. I was tired, sure, but with all of you in mind, doing chores became quite enjoyable." He chuckled, sipping on his cup of tea.

If someone were to ask Tengen why he liked him when he was so dull and uptight. Well, firstly, he will say that he's quite the opposite of how they view him, then proceed to proudly preach how much of a flamboyant person he was! He was full of color, it was just never expressed to strangers and such. Now that he's one of his lovers, he was lucky enough to see the bundle of colors hidden behind his walls. He played a beautiful, gentle tune, that puts him to ease. All of these, he and his wives have been graced to experience them all.

He never fails to surprise Tengen, a big grin on his face whilst he let out a boisterous laugh. "How sweet of you! Thank you so much, my dear!" He said between laughs, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss on your temple, earning a small giggle from him. His wives felt the same, fawning over him and showering multiple kisses on his face.

His smile was the most beautiful of them all, a part of him that he adored the most. That's why he promised himself to make him smile more as long as he's alive.

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[maaarshieee]

hey! I hope you're doing good, and thank you for all the sanemi ideas, I love them so much :)

I was wondering, since your writing is amazing, if you could do a fem!reader who's a part of the demon slayer corps as a hashira and has lots of secret admirers ? She doesn't know about them until one day, after a mission when she got injured badly, she wakes up at the butterfly estate with tons of letters and gifts and then realizes she has secret admirers, and she honestly doesn't understand why (since she has low self esteem) Also, would it be possible if Sanemi is a part of the said admirers ? It's pure mutual pining between the both of them, and she again realizes that it's him when she opens a box with ohagi in it. It can be headcanons or a fic, whatever inspires you most!

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but if you do, thank you in advance!

I hope I respected your rules enough because I know you said that you didn't want to receive too specific requests, so I hope this is okay, I'm really sorry if not!

➢ Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ x F!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1,654 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Fʟᴜғғ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

If there was man that caught your eyes, that would Sanemi Shinazugawa. You always thought that you weren't that pretty, but you were proved wrong when you suddenly received multiple letters and small gifts from multiple secret admirers. It was obvious who gave you one of those gifts though.

➵ Nᴏᴛ Sᴏ Sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ Aᴅᴍɪʀᴇʀ

cw: blood, injuries

Being a Hashira meant there are sacrifices to be made for the sake of humanity, even if it's your own life. The moment you joined the Demon Slayer Corps, it's immediately made clear that your own safety will be in your own hands, and that your fate relies on how much you value your life.

You've been gravely injured after a mission. You protected the children from the demon, recklessly taking hits to keep them safe, then fought the demon until you're sure you've killed it. The mission was fairly easy, the demon was a low threat, weaker than a Lowermoon so it meant that you could've finished it without any casualties. 

Even so, you've got only yourself to blame for your carelessness. There were multiple ways to protect those children, but you ultimately panicked when they suddenly appeared out of nowhere while you were in the middle of a fight. Either way, they're safe and sound, that's what matters the most, even if your life was at a cost. You left them in Shinobu's care to patch them up, then return them back to their families.

So here you are, on a hospital bed with a very upset Shinobu at your side. 

"You're lucky the Kakushi was fast enough to bring you in here in time. You were losing so much blood and these cuts are really deep!" She chided whilst she replaced your bandages, cleaned your wounds, and made sure you were in a stable condition. You could only groan in response, having woken up by her unpleasant lecturing. Her eyes were sharp as she lightly glared at you, brow twitching in irritation. It made you sink into your bed, pursing your lips and averting your eyes from her.

"Oh, don't be like that, L/n-san!" Shinobu gave you a sweet smile, pulled your shirt back up for you, and began to write on her clipboard. "You may grow tired of my voice but I will keep scolding you until you remember to be more careful." That made you wince at the mere thought of that, rubbing the back of your neck. You knew she was serious about that.

"Kocho-san," You hoarse out, coughing a little, your throat dry from misuse. "I just woke up." She could only sigh at your words, offering you a glass of water which you gladly accepted, and immediately chugged down. 

"I'm serious about being more careful, L/n-san." Shinobu warned in a stern tone, her smile thinning ever so slightly. "Being a Hashira is no easy feat, I understand, but we need you alive, not dead." She stated, giving you a bright smile one more. And with that, she patted down her haori, said her goodbyes, and walked out of your room. You sighed, mumbling "I'll keep that in mind," under your breath.

She had a point. As a Hashira who's ready to lay their lives for others, your real goal was to slay Muzan Kibutsuji. Lowering the numbers of Hashiras wouldn't help the cause of the Demon Slayer Corps, you have to stay alive to bring down the Demon King. 

You leaned back down to your bed, debating internally whether to fall back to sleep or just lay there and stare at the ceiling when something caught your vision in the corner of your eye.

You turned your head and to your surprise, you saw a whole table filled with flowers, baskets, small pouches, and piles of letters. Your jaw hung open at the variety of objects on the table, looking to your left and right to see if there were other patients inside the room. After seeing you're all alone, you assumed these are all for you.

"Huh," Was only you could say as you examined the table. There were all kinds of stuff on it. Fruits, sweets, hot meals, and many more. The letters were pleasantly scented and were prettily written. You wondered why so many people would even give you these when you're probably the least attractive girl amongst all Hashiras. You're also not close to many people as well, only ever talking to the other girls like Shinobu and Mitsuri, or to the friendlier Hashiras like Kyojuro.

You don't have any tsukugos, only chatting to demon slayers below your rank when it's absolutely necessary. Maybe the Kakushis? It doesn't make any sense to you, but maybe they're all just being nice to you because you've been seriously injured? "Even then, I haven't seen any other Hashira who received this many gifts just for being in bed for a few days..." You mutter to yourself, observing the piles and piles of gifts, all addressed to you.

The writers of each letter were anonymous, and they all wished you well, asking you to be more careful and some even held confessions. It made you extremely overwhelmed at the sudden revelation. A lot of people liked you that way? You would've understood if it was just general worry over your wellbeing after almost dying after a mission, but you've received so many love letters!

With each word you read, it made your cheeks hot and your head spin, still couldn't believe your own eyes that anyone would be attracted to a girl like you. It made you want to know who wrote those letters (although one of them was extremely obvious whose it was from, and it's a certain thunder breathing slayer who loves ladies). 

The food tasted so good too! You were sure that the butterfly girls kept the fruits in pristine condition while you were still under their care, making sure no insects try to eat them before you did. You ate a couple of snacks when you got your hands on them, hungry after sleeping for 2 days straight. An apple, grapes, a bottle of juice, and some sweets. You were surprised how they knew your favorites.

Maybe you need to look behind your back more often once you get out of the Butterfly estate.

But for now, you'll push that thought behind your back and enjoy what you have at the moment. Looking for more food, you came across a simple green pouch with a piece of paper attached to it. It was small and light, with a familiar smell coming from the fabric.

It immediately made you think of a certain Hashira. Specifically Sanemi Shinazugawa. Recognizing right away who it was from, your felt your cheeks suddenly heat up, grabbed the pouch, and placed it on your lap. 

Sanemi would sometimes give you a portion of the batch of ohagi he made just for himself, saying that he had too much and you were the person closest to him at the moment (even if Obanai was literally standing right next to him), so he decided to give you some. A lot of people were aware that ohagi was one of his favorite foods, so him sharing it with you? It must've meant something.

Still, you didn't put your hopes up because of it. After all, maybe he just wanted to be friendly to the newest Hashira? (Shinobu says otherwise and would always tease you about it. "He's always nice to you." She'd say, and it really makes you wonder if the Wind Hashira... No, you shouldn't jump to conclusions.)

Taking off the piece of paper from the pouch, you read the contents inside of it. "Get well soon. Don't go dying yet. -S" Even if it was short and rather straight to the point, out of all the letters you've received, Sanemi's made you smile the widest. Holding the piece of paper, your face became incredibly red when you placed it against your chest, your heart beating fast. 

"He made me ohagi!" You squealed quietly, quickly opening the pouch and admiring the mouth-watering sight. Ohagi became one of your favorite snacks as well, all because of Sanemi. You shoved one into your mouth, still hungry, and eagerly eating it whole. It's definitely Sanemi's cooking, it's always tasted much better than the ones you've had before it. Maybe because you have some sort of bias? You're not sure, but either way, you're super grateful he left some for you while you're still in recovery. "Ah~ They're so good, it's so kind of him to make me some." You sighed contentedly, ignoring the rest of the gifts you've received.

From the slightly opened door of your room, Shinobu chuckled silently to herself, closed the door fully, and walked back to her office. On her way there, she spotted a familiar face, her smile widening even more as she skipped toward him. "Good morning, Shinazugawa-san~" She chirped cheerfully at him, making him turn his head to her. 

"Hey, how are you..?" He awkwardly asked, rubbing the back of his neck whilst Shinobu just giggled at him, to which he just halfheartedly glared. "I'm doing fine! What are you doing here?" She asked back, tilting her head innocently at him, but at this point, Sanemi knew that she already got an idea why he was there.

He scowled, looking away from her which only confirmed her assumption, her smile formed into a small smirk, letting out a small teasing gasp. "Oh!" She exclaimed, catching the slight reddening of his cheeks. "You must be here for L/n-san! She's all good now, but if you're still worried, you can go check on her~" Shinobu teased, poking his arm. 

Sanemi just huffed, crossing his arms and turning away. "If she's okay, then there's no reason for me to stay here any longer." He stated, already walking away from her. Shinobu could only smile.

"You know Shinazugawa-san," She started, watching him halt between his steps. "L/n-san really enjoyed those ohagi you made just for her! You're so sweet~" 

Sanemi's face burned as he whipped his head back to her, but all that greeted him was an empty hallway and the faint echoes of Shinobu's giggles.

✦ omg hi!! I'm glad you like the sanemi ideas~!! thanks for the request ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁)!! it's just how I like my requests, so don't worry~!! I hope you like this one! it took a while so thanks for your patience and understanding!! I'm a little anxious right now because I have a feeling I lost a bit of my "writing flair". But thanks again, have a great day/night everyone~!

[maaarshieee]

➢ Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ 1,178 Wᴏʀᴅs

➢ Fʟᴜғғ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

You’ve always made him feel so much better about his scars with the way you treat him. So gentle and filled to the brim with love, it made him feel so loved.

➵ Sᴄᴀʀs

Sanemi was in absolute heaven.

He holds you close against his chest, hands resting on your waist with his eyes closed, his body completely relaxed. Feather-light kisses would trail all over his scars, being oh-so gentle to him, as if he’s the one who’s made out of glass. While he would scowl at being treated in such a way at the beginning, now, he would crave each sweet interaction you’d always give him. He could feel your soft breaths against his skin, making him shiver. Your fingers would travel down to his chest, slowly tracing your fingertips against his scars. 

“You’re so handsome, dear.” You would whisper near his near, then plant another gentle kiss on his cheek. Sanemi would melt every time you would do this to him. It was practically part of your routine. Every night, when Sanemi is able to come home after each mission before the two of you go to sleep. Every time, he wouldn’t know what to say so he’d just pull you closer to him, a little afraid he’d unintentionally say something stupid that would lead you to stop, so he’d press his lips together, letting you continue in silence.

You would chuckle at his way of encouraging you to give him more. Of course, you’d happily oblige. 

Sometimes, when the two are outside for a date, be it just hanging out at the engawa, or sitting down on the grass in a garden and admiring the view, he’d lay his head on your lap. Your fingers would find themselves into his hair the moment his head reaches your lap. He finds it endearing how you’d rub his scars as if to soothe the pain he’s experienced when he received them, it’d always lull him into a peaceful sleep.

For years, no one treated him in such a tender way, it made his heart want to explode. His brain short circuits for the whole night, unable to even turn his head away from you to hide his burning, red cheeks. You’d always look at his scars differently, proving time and time again that you love him as a whole, with or without scars. The way you would always mutter compliments about his scars, eyes sparkling with adoration, makes him weak on the knees.

You relished at his reactions, how his tense muscles would relax under your touch, and how his usual angered expression would slowly morph into a more serene one if you ignore the redness of his cheeks. You just wanted to make him feel your love in every way possible, though this is your favourite way to spoil him. 

Sanemi sighed against your neck, his hand moving up slowly to cup your cheek. He opened his eyes, taking in your features. You sucked in a breath, a huge grin on your face as you admired his eyes. They were so gentle, filled with love. This side of him that he only showed to you would always make your head spin, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. A small, but a genuine smile crept up his lips, burning your angelic looks into his memory, then pulled you in. You held in a squeal, practically shaking from excitement. His lips twitched against yours, huffing through his nose. He’d always find your reactions adorable.

Sanemi’s good night kisses were different from his usual kisses.

His kisses were rough, passionate and would sometimes leave you out of breath, a cocky smirk on his lips whenever he pulled away.

After every time you treat him like this though, he would return the same gentleness you’ve given him with a simple kiss, caressing your cheek and pulling you deeper into the kiss. You pulled away, panting lightly as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. A soft hum of contentment would come from Sanemi, giggling lightly at the way his chest slightly rumbled against yours. 

Sneakily planting a kiss right under his ear, you mumbled, “Pretty boy~” teasingly, watching him get even more flustered at the nickname. Sanemi would never admit it, he would feel his heartbeat faster after each compliment you would whisper to him. 

The first time you brushed your fingers against his scars, he almost sneered at you, an irk mark appearing on his forehead. Instead of backing out and cowering in fear, you found it funny that he looked like he was about to bite your hand off. This annoyed him even more, but then a smirk grew on his lips, grabbing your wrist.

“These scars are only for display, keep your hands off.” He warned.

You only took that as a challenge, of course. Now he’s utterly helpless under your touch. 

Not that he’s complaining, though he’d whine about it the next morning and how it ‘messes up his sleep schedule’. You would always give him a funny look and you respond to him with “You’re the one who wanted to stay up a few hours”, or “You wanted to cuddle for a few more minutes before getting up”. The way he would slightly pout and cross his arms as he marches out of the room you were in would always make you laugh.

No one knows about it, much to Sanemi’s relief. What happens behind closed doors, stays. So imagine his reaction whenever you tease him about it in front of other Hashiras. Though you’d whisper it to him, Sanemi would look like he would pop a vein at any second and glare at you with such intensity it makes people around who’d witness it worried for you. A little kiss on the scars on his chest, and he’s already losing it. Can anyone blame you? His uniform was never buttoned up! It was practically inviting you. 

His attempts to ignore you that night would always be futile; with a simple smile and a “C’mere, pretty boy~”, he’s in your arms again. 

“Shut up.” He’d growl while hugging you tightly and burying your face against his chest so you wouldn’t see his embarrassed expression, irk marks on his face. You grin against him, wrapping your arms against his torso, holding in your laughter. 

“You’re so cute, ‘Nemi~” You’d always tease. At this point, his face was on fire. He would flick at your forehead and look away from you.

Even if you’d tease him endlessly, or he’d rarely vocally admit he enjoys spending time with you, he was undeniably smitten with you. He never wants to ever let you go. Who else would treat him with such tenderness the same as you do? Who else would look with the same loving eyes at his scars?

“Thanks for being so nice to me, angel.” 

You’d smile, cupping his cheeks with both of your hands. “Don’t thank me, just let me love you.” His heart skipped a beat, placing his hands on top of yours, melting in your touch. You’d caress his scar with your thumb, planting a small kiss on it. “You deserve all the love, after all.”

✦ I sent a fanart of Sanemi to my friend and we gushed about scars~ I accidentally wrote smth and it made me think to start a lil writing blog~ I hope this is a good first post~ Ik scars are a common concept but i just wanna write my take~ Have a good day/night!

[maaarshieee]

Hello, could you do a scenario where Shinobu, Obanai, and Sanemi find out their non-slayer older sister is dating Giyuu?

➢ Gɪʏᴜᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ x F!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ Fᴛ. Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ Iɢᴜʀᴏ, Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ Kᴏᴄʜᴏ & Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

How would they react to their older sister being in a relationship with Giyuu~?

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿

➢ Oʙᴀɴᴀɪ

He doesn't like the guy you're dating even though he doesn't know who it is. No matter who you date, he's going to be extremely judgmental towards them. He really just wants the best for you, but he understands you'd be hurt if he kept hating on the guy you're dating.

So he'll put the effort to get to know him more, then judge him even more if he doesn't like how he is. But... you chose him for a reason, so maybe he'll put more effort into other meetings with him.

If it was a slayer, he supposes he can give the guy points for it. The guy may be weak, but he already has a higher capability of protecting you. So if the poor guy was just a low-ranking slayer, he's going to train him (begrudgingly) for your sake. You aren't a slayer after all!

But out of all the people you can get in a relationship with... it had to be Giyuu Tomioka. A fellow Hashira who he hated a lot.

He was so pissed when he found out. It was then he realized you never mentioned his name when you talk about him, just rambling about how he's so sweet, kind, and caring in his own way, even if he was very closed off and shy.

Why do you speak so highly of this guy? Did he do something to you to make you think he's good enough for you???

No. This relationship can not GO ON. Giyuu Tomioka is not someone you should be wasting your time with. Sure, he's a Hashira, but he hates his guts! Plus, didn't you listen to all the rants he had about Giyuu? It should've been clear how horrible it is for you-

OW! Stop pulling on his ear! He may or may not have forgotten he's your younger brother. Whoever you get in a relationship with is NONE of his business. You're older, and you KNOW what you're doing. 

You have no idea why Obanai hates him so much! When you see Giyuu, the first thing that comes to your mind is the word 'cute'.

You'd always try to change his mind towards Giyuu! But he probably just agrees to stop bullying your poor boyfriend for the sake of avoiding being in a room with Giyuu to 'get along' with him outside of Hashira business. 

Don't force it, because it'd lead to Obanai hating on Giyuu even more. He'll just have to trust you and your words about him, but he'd NEVER get along with Giyuu. (Unless they're required to cooperate.)

The only way he'd ever give Giyuu a twinge of respect and approval is if he risks his life for you if you're in danger. Maybe then he'd tolerate him a tiny bit more.

➢ Sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ

She finds out immediately. She doesn't follow you around and watches you like a hawk, but she has ears all over the estate. Aoi, Kanao, Sumi, Naho and Kiyo. Whenever you take patients in and tend to them, by Shinobu's order, they must keep a close observation!

So, she easily found out you were dating Giyuu when he visited the estate and was injured. You spent your time tending to him longer than other patients, talking to him cheerfully all the time and the subtle touches the two of you share. It was so painfully obvious to the 5 observers behind your back. 

What's even more surprising is how talkative (he gives you longer sentences and always entertains your random questions) he is to you, and how often he smiles. Shinobu is glad she's not the one observing, or she would've gagged seeing his smile.

When it was her turn to tend to Giyuu, she'd wrap his bandages rather tightly and gives him indirect threats for no reason. It'd always leave him confused because she doesn't even know about your relationship? It never crossed his mind that she found out somehow. 

But she's very upfront about it to you. She's not really against it, but really? Giyuu? You've literally heard her rant about his attitude, and watched her tease him in front of you. Is he really worth your time? Your effort?

Yes? Fine, she would stop bothering you about it. At first, she'd try to fend off Giyuu if you're too stubborn to love him, but gives up when she sees how happy you are with him. 

It honestly annoys her, but she can't do anything about it. You're her older sister after all. Being with a Hashira isn't so bad. She just hoped it was someone who wasn't socially inept, like Kyojuro.

She's fascinated with how you could make Giyuu react to a lot of things. He's so comfortable with you that he doesn't mind speaking his mind out. Shinobu teases him a lot to get a reaction, but maybe she's been doing the wrong methods.

Either way, she's kinda happy for the two of you after seeing how happier the two of you have been.

It doesn't stop her poking fun at Giyuu though! It's become extra passive-aggressive ever since you started dating.

➢ Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ

We know how protective Sanemi is, he's very glad you're not a Demon Slayer, but he would've preferred if you went away and have a family of your own, not stay at his estate to make sure he's well and alive. Then again, can he do anything about it since you're his older sister?

He respects you a lot and doesn't meddle in anything you do unless it concerns your safety.

Including this 'boyfriend' you began to talk about to him. Oh? A boyfriend huh? He's already thinking of many different ways to beat the poor guy to a pulp before he even considers getting to know him first! You're his older sister, and he really wants the best for you!

But you talk so highly of him! You're smitten with the guy, and you say time and time again that he's very nice and would never lay a hand on you. It makes Sanemi smile and relaxes a little. He trusts your judgment wholeheartedly. After all, you deserve a guy who makes you happy!

Except... The guy you're dating does not deserve you at all.

GIYUU TOMIOKA!? WHY HIM??

You've never seen him so furious! He's not mad at you, heavens no! He's mad at Giyuu for even thinking of making advances toward you behind his back.

Sanemi gave him a black eye. You scolded him. You were reasonably mad at your younger brother. You thought he'd take it well since you've spoken so highly of Giyuu, but all those facts have been thrown out the window with the mere mention of his name.

You seriously don't understand why they hate him so much. Sanemi apologized to Giyuu (after being scolded by you and lectured by Oyakata-sama when news reached him) and promised you he'd try to get to know him better.

To which he did and soon found out Giyuu's not too bad. He still hates his guts, but after spending time with you and Giyuu, it's clear that he's not looking down on everyone, just as he thought.

He's just... horrible when it comes to people and just, extremely blunt. 

They're very awkward when they're left alone and it's always Sanemi who's trying to make conversation with the poor guy. Giyuu ACTUALLY seems nervous around Sanemi, which surprised him.

Ever since then, his approach toward Giyuu has been 'friendlier' (in Sanemi's terms, he's also horrible toward socializing). You're really happy that they at least get along enough for Sanemi not to get the urge to punch his face out of the blue!

If it makes you happy, Sanemi would do his best to tolerate Giyuu. Now they're kinda friends? Well, they acknowledge each other at best. 

Sanemi, after all, trusts your judgment. 

Although he's ready to kick Giyuu's ass if he ever hurts you.

✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

✦ ANON WHY DID YOU WANT GIYUU TO DIE YOU PURPOSELY PICKED 3 OF THE HASHIRAS THAT HATES HIS GUTS- over all, you have a small group of protective younger siblings watching Giyuu's every move! I hope you like this anon!! It took a while but this one was pretty fun! If y'all noticed, I'm really tackling easier requests (headanons and short oneshot ideas) so I'm really sorry for that. You have no idea how stressful NOT writing is. Still, I hope everyone has a good day/night!! 

[maaarshieee]

➢ Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ Sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ, Gɪʏᴜᴜ Tᴏᴍɪᴏᴋᴀ, & Mɪᴛsᴜʀɪ Kᴀɴᴊᴏʀɪ x Gɴ!Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

➢ Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

How would each of them care for you when you’re having a rough day?

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿

➢ Sᴀɴᴇᴍɪ

Would do everything and anything just to cheer you up! Walk in the park? Cook dinner for tonight? Run you a bath? Hold you in his arms? Anything, this day is for you and he’d make sure you’ll end the day feeling much better.

He’s so gentle for the time being. Soft voice, very touchy, kisses all over your face, so many compliments- and threats to whoever made you sad-, he wants to repay you for being so kind and loving to him.

If you don’t want to talk about it, he’d take it upon himself to distract you by talking the most random shit, you know? Trash talking Giyuu, how his previous missions went, or some stories about his family.

He wants to make you feel the same way you make him feel. Loved, safe and cared for. He’d give you the same tenderness you’ve given to him, let him show his adoration towards you, and let him wash away all the worries you have as long as you’re with him.

You’d most likely end up falling asleep on his chest, with a small grateful smile on your face.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Rough, calloused hands trailed up from your shoulders with tenderness to your cheeks, cradling your face. His heavy fingertips seemed to knead your features carefully, drinking in the beauty of your face, admiring every curve, bump, beauty mark, and scars you have, trying to alleviate the tension forming on your face as you continue to frown. His hands gave you warmth, thumbs wiping your stray tears away.

“S’okay,” He murmured against your hair, face buried at the crook of your neck. His hands continued to roam your face, all the way to your back, hands soothing against your skin. You always adored the texture of Sanemi’s hands, the feel of it pressed on your body and holding your unblemished hands, compared to his’. You’d always kiss his palms, to show how much you appreciate his hard work, to lighten the pain he had to go through just a little, and to make him feel how much you love him, no matter how much he thinks you’re too good for him, and that you’d love him with or without all his flaws.

You made a move to kiss his palms but held your face firmly, yet gently in his hands, planting a small kiss on your neck, where your pulse beats faintly against his lips, trailing up to your jawline and onto your inviting lips. It’s his job to comfort you now. He didn’t allow you to do your usual affectionate actions, scolding you lightly to just relax and let him love you. Let him show that he cares, and let him show that no matter what, he would love you, with or without all your flaws.

“There there, let it all out, dear,” He softly cooed, his hot breath tickling your tearstained cheek, his usually rough voice was gentle and low, making you shiver on him. “I’m here for you, no matter what.” He let you lay your head on his chest, his fingers continued to knead on your skin. Sanemi didn’t care if your tears wet his chest, he only cared about you. You and you only.

“Let me love you.”

➢ Gɪʏᴜᴜ

Drops everything and focuses on you only for the rest of the day. 

You were always there for him when he’s had his rough days and it’s more usual than yours, just because he trusts you enough to break down his walls once he’s in your arms.

Entrusts his haori to you until you feel better. He hopes it gives you comfort that he’s lending you one of the most important things to him. He likes to think Sabito and Tsutako was there for you too.

He’d do his best to speak more than usual, muttering words of encouragement while you lay your head on his lap, allowing him to run his fingers through your hair.

He’d listen to you rant for as long as you wanted. The two of you, on your shared estate's engawa, basking in each others warmth. He’d stay silent, allowing you to let it all out.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Drip drip drip

The smell of rain wafted into your nose. Pleasant, fresh and earthy, the smell helps ground you into reality. The rain continued to fall, hitting rhythmically onto the roofs and onto the ground, the sounds of rushing water slowly lifting the heavy weight on your chest. The rain has always been pleasant, for you and for your amazing lover, Giyuu.

Drip drip drip

The rain poured, so did your tears. Tears that fell down your cheeks, sobs too faint to hear from the loud downpour of rain. All the noise has been blocked out, muffled by the rain, but you could hear him clearly. Your head was comfortably laid on his lap, looking up to his gentle, loving eyes. You could hear him breathe, the slight shift of his clothes, and his beating heart.

Thump thump thump

Slow beats of rhythm. His heart beat has a sense of calm in it. The tension of your shoulder slowly dissipated as he raked his rough, but tender fingers through your hair, his other hand cupping your cheek, other times, his thumb wiping away your tears.

“I’m here for you.” The rain slowly became muffled in your ears, growing faint and turning into a pleasant background noise, your mind felt fuzzy. Like static, slowly lulling you to sleep. All you could hear, feel and see was him. Hear his voice, feel his warmth, and see his stunning face. 

Drip drip drip

The rain continued to pour, the blanket Giyuu wrapped around you was pulled more onto you, keeping you nice and warm. Plants shook against the impact of raindrops, but the engawa remained protected from the wetness. A low hum resonated into your ears. You thought the rain had stopped, but it hasn’t. He was too entracing, too sweet, too... much.

Thump thump thump

Your heart beated steadily, eyes slowly closing at his soothing voice. You felt his fingertips running across your face, skin barely touching your alluring features. His’, You thought, Only his’.

“I love you.” Yours, He thought, Only yours.

➢ Mɪᴛsᴜʀɪ

You cannot stay sad with her around. She’d really be just acting herself and you’d crack a smile. 

Expresses her worry for you and would absolutely shower you with her love. She’d share you her sweets, bomb you with so much praises and treats you like royalty.

Mitsuri would cook for you! All your favorite foods, snacks and drinks! She has them memorized by heart and would put her excellent cooking skills into good use.

She’s extra sweet today you almost got yourself diabetes.

Wraps you around multiple blankets like a burrito as you sulk, while she’s shining brightly like the sun in hopes to comfort you.

There are many things you’ve done for her that she’s very grateful of. Accepting her as a whole, loving her, and caring for her so much. You made her heart feel so full. Any sort of bashfulness would disappear as she massages your back, pepper your face with kisses, and wrap her arms around around you.

Today, she wants you to feel extra special! That you’re her one and only, and that she’d be there for you, through thick and thin.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

“Sweet. Gorgeous. Lovely. Enchanting.” 

This isn’t right, Soft, delicate hands wandered through your back, spreading the warmth it has onto your aching, cold skin. Her nails barely graze your skin as she pressed and rubbed, releasing the built up tension of your muscles, allowing you to relax. I should be the one calling her all of those...

“Breathtaking. Cute. Astonishing. Desirable.”

All those words... Just a while ago, the table was prepared neatly. Multiple plates, bowls and pots of your favorite foods, a whole cup of your favorite drink, and lastly, your favorite desserts. Each bite, you can taste her love, taste her burning passion, taste her brimming efforts. Food prepared to perfection, nothing could beat the alluring taste of her cooking. They’re meant to be said to you, not me...

“Captivating. Marvelous. Charming. Irresistible.”

Mitsuri Kanjori, the Love Hashira... Fingertips trailed down your cheeks, painting your tears onto your skin. She says it’s part of your beauty. Your tears, your smiles, your laughs, your frowns. Love, love, love. She loves everything about you. Palms blemished with callouses firmly cradled your face, her soft, plump, cherry lips planting kisses on your face, not missing a single spot. Am I really worthy of your love?

“Elegant. Incredible. Amazing. Magnificent.”

How foolish of me... She gave you all of her heart. All her joys, sadness, frustration, insecurities, and pains. She made sure you’re happy, that you trust her, that she’s your shoulder to lean on. Mitsuri made sure that you’d feel, see, hear and taste her love, in every action she does, in every smile she gives you, in every compliment, praise, touch, cooked meals, she wanted to deliver the message that she loves you, and that she’s here for you, no matter what. ...To doubt your love for me.

“Dazzling. Delightful. Wonderful.”

I love you so much. Your bottom lip trembled as tears pricked your eyes once more. But not because of pain, sadness or anger, but because of her overwhelming love for you. What you did to deserve such a woman like Mitsuri, strong, gentle, loving and kind, was unknown to you, and perhaps, you’d never figure out why. Believe me, I really love you so.

But if there’s one thing you’re sure of...

“Mitsuri... I’ll love you until the day I die. I’ll look for you when we’re reincarnated, and love you more, again and again.” You managed to choke out through your tears, “As long as you’d want to have me, as long as you’d love me... My heart belongs to you.”

Her lips curved up into big smile, her beautiful, dazzling smile. The smile you oh, so adore, the smile that makes you melt into her arms. A smile filled with love, loyalty and adoration, only to be seen by you and you only.

“I love you too, and I’ll love you as long as you want me to...”

Amazing. Show stopping. Lovable. 

And all the other words you can describe Mitsuri.

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✦ At first, I wanted to write Sanemi but I wanted to try a different formatting when it comes to multiple characters and future hcs, so here it is~ I hope you enjoyed this one BC I REALLY OUT DID MYSELF HERE~ This has to be my fav~ Thanks for reading~ Have a great day/night~!

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Soft melodies emitting harmoniously from each violin, each cello, with gentle plucks on the strings, then the careful arco of a bow, pressing firming against the strings, whilst fingers on the fingerboard performed practiced, memorized stops. The rhythmic strums of the guitar, and the pattern of keys being pressed on the keyboard of a piano. Music fills the room, and in the midst of it all, was you.

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✦ I recommend listening to the music while reading, it'd make more sense that way and sweetens the deal~! Also I know it's a lot of words but please read this if you can, I'm sorry for making it too long >~<

You were a new teacher that became the talk all over the academy for a short while. Y/n L/n was your name, teaching students Home Economics.

From what the teachers know, you've been teaching for a couple of years before you stepped into their school. Reasons for changing schools are unknown, for the new teacher is oddly quiet. Students describe you as strict, and rather stoic, similar to Giyuu. Although, you're far more gentle, kind and a little shy, a very understanding teacher who rarely scolds your students and take time to reteach lessons to struggling students.

You kept to yourself, a lot. You barely spoke unless you're inside a classroom for a lecture, or required to speak. The only person who knows much more about you than everyone else was the principal, and even then, no one can squeeze any information from him due to your wish for him to keep everything a secret.

The staff were slightly disheartened at the arrival of the new teacher, seeing how much you act so similarly to Giyuu Tomioka, but now, they can't bring themselves to dislike the silent teacher. You were supportive, caring in your own way, and very patient. People often see you sitting down with Giyuu during lunch, never speaking, only eating. Silent people tend to mingle together, so they say.

Others find it confusing as to why you would even be together, but it was obvious to everyone that the ever-so stoic teacher, Giyuu, was happier with your company.

You were an enigma to most people. You never talk about yourself, opting to sit in silence and work, quickly becoming the most hardworking teacher in the academy in the span of a few months. If someone were to chat to you, you'd only listen, nodding and smiling, giving out small comments here and there.

You, undoubtedly, are a great teacher, students enjoyed your soothing silence and what seems to be never-ending patience for your dearest students. A small smile was always etched on your face, adoring your already enthralling features.

And yet, no one knows anything about you.

It frustrates Sanemi, and he doesn't know why. You're one of the school's favourites, but not a single crumb of information is known about you. Not even your age! No hobbies, no outside friends, no family you've ever spoken of, interests, nothing at all! You don't come to parties, lunches or dinners, and are always buried in your laptop, typing away. That, or you're grading papers.

Why the teacher was so secretive is unknown to the whole academy, which sprouted rumours everywhere. What first came to be small, ridiculous rumours turned hurtful and downright scandalous. The issue has been fixed, fortunately. No one could stand the sad look in your eyes, so it didn't last for long.

Everyone was still curious about you though, including Sanemi Shinazugawa. So, he approached you. Maybe your mysterious aura was overwhelming that he has had enough of it. Why was he getting so bothered by your secrecy? He never cared about anything for Tomioka, so why did he speak to you that wasn't work-related? Maybe it's because even Tomioka has told a few things about himself to his coworkers, unlike you.

Was his curiosity about their secrecy a justifiable reason as to why he approached you in the first place? Probably not, so his coworkers (who were brave enough) teased him about it, to which he just brushed off. While Sanemi prodded you for information, he never went over the line, always respecting your boundaries. He's not an asshole, of course, the least he wanted to do to one of the nicest teachers in the school is to scare them away.

But you proved to be stubborn, rejecting his offers to talk sometimes in the nicest ways possible, afraid to displease or anger a fellow teacher. Surprisingly, Sanemi never did relent, but his efforts toned down once he figured you'd rather be on your own, much to his dismay. Why is it that he seems to be a moth drawn into the cool, bright light you give off? Why does he gravitates toward you whenever you're around? Why does he feel the need to get to know you?

Was it because of the same, gentle smile you give him, as you do to every other teacher?

The first time you began to regularly greeted him, in your own silent ways, was when bad rumours began to spread. Sanemi did not stand for such insolence towards a teacher, especially towards a good person like you. It just happened to be that, one day, Sanemi was walking right behind you towards the teacher's lounge. He heard students murmuring behind your back with malicious glints in their eyes. No wonder why you've been in such a downcast mood. Still, despite the glossiness of your eyes, and the slight puffiness of your nose, you held a smile. Sanemi felt something burning inside of him, pacing towards the students shamelessly gossiping close to their lockers. He scolded them, loudly. They've never seen such rage coming from their Math Teacher, and he seems to be always mad! He fumed, telling them how rude they were being to one of their teachers, and that they have no shame for not even hiding it. He told them that your private life is none of their business, and to leave you alone about it you do not wish to share. He hadn't realized it yet, but he was the reason the rumours slowly dissipated. When he entered the lounge, he found you smiling at him. It's been a few days since the rumours started, and what he did bring back the big, tender smile that he adored back to your lips, bowing to him in gratitude. You began to smile at him every day as a greeting. Sometimes followed with a wave or a quiet 'good morning'. He doesn't mind it at all. It's not like he looks forward to seeing your smile every day, and hopes that it's one of those days you'd speak to him. Sure, you smile at everyone every day, but he can't help but feel special whenever you look at him with the obvious gratefulness towards him and glee in your eyes.

Was it because you offered him your ohagi when he muttered under his breath that he's craving it that one time?

It was lunch break. While everyone took out the meals they packed, or buy their lunch in the cafeteria, you waited and put away your belongings on your desk and into your drawer, or inside your bag. You always walk outside with Giyuu for lunch, it became your routine, since you're the only one who's willing to accompany the man. It always makes you wonder why everyone seemed to dislike him when he's very sweet! You stood from your desk, carrying the lunch box that you prepared for yourself this morning, walking past your fellow teachers and towards Giyuu. Right when you passed Sanemi, you heard him mumble something about ohagi, followed by a frustrated sigh. You stopped in your tracks, a little guilty for being nosey, but you opened your lunch box, grabbed one of the ohagi you happened to pack for today, and tapped on his shoulder. Unsurprisingly, he grumbled, telling you off, not realizing who it was. You faltered for a moment, unsure if you should offer it to him in the first place after his refusal, but you shook your head, determined to give him the snack. When you tapped on his shoulder again, his eye twitched, spinning his chair to face you and was about to yell, but then, he realized it was just you. Sanemi uncharacteristically recoiled, clearing his throat, then he asked if you needed anything in a much more controlled tone. You blinked, then rubbed the back of your neck, smiling sheepishly at him. You shoved the piece of ohagi in his hands, face flushing in embarrassment, and before he could say anything, you already teetered away. Sanemi watched you grab Giyuu's arm, your head down as you dragged the confused teacher out of the lounge. He let out a mirthful huff through his nose, eyeing the ohagi you gave him and took a bite. It tasted really good, even he was impressed. When he asked you where you bought the small snack the next day, you flushed again, looking away, though he could still see the tips of your ears are still red. You told him you made them yourself. He was in awe, but he'd never admit it. Glancing at him, you offered to give him ohagi every time you had time to make some. Usually, he'd scowl and say no... But you make really good ohagi, and you're basically giving it to him for free, so who was he to refuse? It's definitely not because it's you who made it.

Or was it because you helped him grade his students' tests once?

Sanemi sighed as he rubbed his temples, taking a seat on his desk. Some smart ass students took their tests home and didn't attend school for a whole week for some dumb reason; a stupid dare. Because of their actions, Sanemi is now behind amongst all other teachers and the due date of passing these 'shitheads', as he'd call them, grades are closer than his liking. He was usually one of the earliest to pass his students' grades as soon as the due date was set, but now, because of this drawback, he had to stay overtime for a little to finish grading their tests, and so he could just rest in his home afterwards. Although, the 'rest' part is an uncertain part of his plans seeing as it was a handful of students who decided to take the dare seriously. Oh, how he regrets adding long essays now. You always took the liberty to clean the lounge after hours, taking turns with other teachers as soon as they found out. After returning the broom to the janitor's closet, you walked back into the lounge to see Sanemi on his desk, to your surprise. You remembered what happened just a while ago, watching him explode to his students was utterly terrifying to a fault. Quickly packing your things, you waved at Sanemi in a greeting, to which he just acknowledged with a curt nod. Taking the desk next to him, you curiously analyzed the small stack of unchecked papers on his desk. Sanemi, pausing briefly to look at you, confused as to why you're still here. You just flashed him a small smile, gesturing at the papers right next to him. Sanemi got a gist of what you're trying to say, glancing at the clock to see it's been and a half since the bell rang. He didn't want to hold you back on your plans, so he asked if you were sure. You nod eagerly, pulling out your red ballpen from your bag. He could only sigh as he gave you half of the unchecked stack of test papers, while also sharing the answer sheet with you. After telling you his standards when it comes to checking essays (which he's a little anxious about leaving it up to you, but he supposes he could trust your judgement), the two of you went straight to grading. He was glad that you accompanied him for the rest of the day, silently, but comfortably checking papers together, occasionally asking each other's opinions on some of the students' essays. Sanemi enjoyed your quiet and soothing company, and appreciated you for not even making fun of his students' essays, no matter how bad or half-baked they are. He was thankful for your help, and because of this, he was motivated to finish his students' grades and report as fast as he could.

Sanemi wasn't sure why he opts to stay around you when you'd rather be alone than be around people for too long. His worry and confusion intensifies when he found himself completely fine with it. It doesn't help the fact that you're beginning to grow accustomed to his company.

Soon enough, he began to ask you out when he has the time, just to spend some time with you. He brings out to friendly activities, and so, he began to learn more and more about you. He's rather discreet about it too, considering how you'd feel, so he'd ask in small notes, or over text. You're not ashamed of your budding friendship with the man, or being seen out in public with him, and he knows this.

You'd rather stay in your own personal bubble, with the familiar presence of your newfound friend.

You went to a bakery, and he found out what's your favourite pastry. You went to a restaurant and he found out your favourite meal and drinks. You went out to the park and he found out what's your favourite flowers and plants. When you ask him about it, on why he asks to hang out, doing anything and everything, he always shoots back defensively, weakly glaring at you.

"Because you're all on your lonely ass all the time, no one knows jack shit about you." You ask him why he was so persistent in bringing you out. "You don't seem like the kind of person who goes out much." You're mortified at that answer. How did he know!? He only smirked at your reaction, shoulders shaking slightly as he suppressed a laugh. "I thought so."

"Eh!? That was just an assumption!?" You fumed, crossing your arms as heat crawled up to your cheeks. His smirk widened, turning around as he walked towards your destination, leaving you to catch up with him. "Your fault for making it so obvious."

He's glad that instead of you shying away like the first time he asked (he realized you were just shy), you'd smile and nod at every single offer he gives you. No one noticed your closeness to the hot-headed Math teacher, because your interactions with him are very small and usually behind closed doors. The only ones who knows about it were Kanae and Obanai, he often asks them for advice.

Sanemi is not sure why they'd always chuckle at him whenever he asks, and simply defends himself by stating that he's only being nice, seeing how everyone wants to befriend the secretive teacher, but he's the only one who had the guts to keep prodding you. When asked why, he's usually left speechless and unsure.

He's the first to find out that when you're not shy, you're not so bad. You're pretty talkative and have a lot to say, so he listens. Not every day a silent person talks, you know? Spanning from your students, random things, to your background, he listens intently. And he doesn't know why. He's just being nice, right?

One day, he took you out to a bar, albeit hesitant. He doesn't know if you can handle alcohol, or if you drank, but you were so happy when he mentioned a bar. He shook his worries away, spending a nice night drinking with you. Sanemi doesn't drink much, and it stayed that way when the two of you began to drink, talk and have fun. He only took a couple of shots, deciding to stay sober for you, just in case you drank too much.

In your drunken stupor, you said to him, "Thanks for being my friend, Shinazugawa-san... If-if that's what you wanna call each other..." He raises a brow at that but didn't say anything so you continued. He noticed that you've become extra flustered, nervously averting your eyes and playing with your shot glass. "F-friends! It's just that... I haven't had much fun in the past years with a-anyone... I always work and w-work, because I feel like that's the only thing I can do w-with my life..." You slurred, leaning down on the table as you struggled to keep your eyelids open. "I feel like that's m-my only worth... That I don't need... fr-friends because I only need to work hard..."

Sanemi blinks at the sudden confession surprised that you're opening up to him on such a sensitive part about you. He was about to say something but you beat him to it, grasping his hand with both of yours, a drunken, but gentle smile gracing your lips as you traced your fingers against the lines of his hand. His breath hitched, his body tensing at the unexpected contact, his face flushed.

"But... You've been very insistent to hang out even if I said no a few times in the beginning.. Y-you were the only one who showed great... great interest to my hobbies and... I've been making time to enjoy them again..." You admitted, wrapping your hands around his and gazed into his eyes, caressing his knuckles with your thumb. He felt like his face was on fire, staring at you with shock. "Spending time with you was very refreshing, and... It made me appreciate my life a bit more... Thank you, Shinazugawa-san..."

Sanemi snapped back into reality, heaving a small sigh as he brought his other hand up, holding your hands into his'. A smile emerged on his lips, eyes softening at your vulnerability Perhaps you were just drunk, but you know what they say about truths spilling when you're drunk. He's thankful. Thankful that you trust him, and that he's made an impact on your life. That's when he knew he fell in love.

The school held a small formal party for all the staff in the academy. Not all are required to join, so everyone expected you not to show up, but lo and behold.

Sanemi was absolutely floored when you walked through the door. Gorgeous, was the first thought that came to his mind as his eyes followed your every movement. His eyes finally stopped on your face, your smile widening when you spot him. You shyly waved at him, rubbing the back of your neck. He felt heat creep up to his neck.

The party was silly, in Sanemi's opinion. It was similar to a prom, as to relive their younger years since the school's prom was coming soon. It was also a nice break from work, catching up with others and just enjoying the music. He wasn't even sure why he came here in the first place, but when he saw you, he knew it was all worth it.

To everyone's surprise, including yours, Sanemi asked you for a dance. On the outside, he's rather calm and confident, his hand out for yours, but on the inside, he's cursing himself on what the hell he's doing. He's not the only one who looked shocked when you accepted his hand

Now, Sanemi is not much of a dancer, and in his younger years, he never attended prom. He thought it was unnecessary, but reading his now unsure expression he struggled to hide, you easily assumed this fact.

Pressing your bodies close but comfortably, Sanemi's body went rigid, eyes wide, but you just smiled, gently placing one of his hands on your waist, and the other to hold your hand. You then placed your other hand on his shoulder and began to lead the dance. Your smile widened once more when you found out he's not too bad at this, catching up to your steps rather quickly and mimicking your pace to not throw you offbeat.

When he picked up the rhythm, giving Sanemi the lead, he became more relaxed, a small smile adorning his handsome features. The two of you danced on the dancefloor, flowing with the waltz that played through the speakers. No one paid the two of you mind, much to your relief. "You're doing great, Shinazugawa-san." You whispered loud enough for him to hear, pushing his body into a twirl, grinning ear to ear.

He let out a small grunt at the sudden action, taking the lead once more. The dance was slow and lax, close and intimate. Easy steps as you followed the music. But it's also a friendly fight for dominance, making him smile even more. He likes a challenge.

Whilst you danced, he pondered. Why was he so into you? It's a question he's been asking himself ever since he realized how he acts around you.

He can easily answer that now. Because you're a hardworking person, despite being so lost in the darkness for a huge portion of your life. You have a heart of gold, choosing to stay kind to the people around you, despite your pains. You're ravishing, stunning and more. Whenever you accidentally fall asleep when you spend time together, he'd hold your face in his hands. Cheeks plush against his palms as he stroked your features with his fingers oh-so-gently.

You've pushed yourself so hard up until this point, and he's proud that you're living life again. He doesn't want to take credit, no, but he's glad to be a part of your realization. Part of your life that you're starting to accept and take the joy of.

Slow, careful strides across the dancefloor, then a turn, spinning you around then pulling you back into his arms, dancing back into the beat. You've been building up the courage to ask him something that's been in your mind for a while now. It's been a year ever since you've worked as a teacher at Kimetsu Academy, and you've gotten really close to Sanemi. It was a rocky road, there are times when the two of you didn't meet eye to eye or were simply too busy to talk to one another, but after all the events that unfolded over the past year, you wondered why he was so stubborn on getting to know you back then.

You took a deep breath, moving your head so that your lips are directed to his ear, cheeks so close that it presses against each other. Sanemi's hold tightened, but he continued to dance nevertheless, sending you a questionable gaze.

"You're... Awfully nice to me, Shinazugawa-san... why?" Asked you, a small frown tugging at the corner of your lips, your smile wavering as multiple possibilities came across your head. If this was all a joke, you weren't sure how you were going to recover from it. "Is it a dare? Is it because you pity my loneliness?"

You hear Sanemi let out a sigh, for whatever reason you're unaware of. He wrapped his arm around your waist, making you gasp whilst he pulled you even closer to him. You couldn't help but flush at how close you two are, you could feel his hot breath against your cheek. "No..." He paused, movements slightly offbeat. You waited, body tense in anticipation. "It's because... I love you."

The chattering of people around you seem to muffle as the soft chimes of bells reached your ears, melodically ringing to the tunes of the violins, piano and accordion emitted, resonating against the walls. His words echoed inside your mind, louder than the music as time slowed for you. Under the tinted lights of the dancefloor, he looked heavenly. His hair flowed along with your movements, his pale, purple eyes glistened as he stared at you. His face held seriousness, at the same time, tenderness, waiting for your response, now leading the dance.

Your eyes widened as your lips part, you gape at him. Him? Love me? You internally screeched, your heart beating hard against your ribs. You must be dreaming. It has to be! The way the light accentuates the scars you grew to love, the warmth of his body against yours, and the music playing enchantingly. You blink, staring back at him. A thought crossed your mind that almost made you laugh. He'd make a great prince. You mused, your expression softening.

Pushing your legs to move with the rhythm once more, you intertwined your fingers into Sanemi's hand. A small, surprised noise escaped his lips when you laid your head against his chest, a big, dreamy smile on your face. Pink dusted his cheeks, gulping as his hold on your hand tightened. You could hear his heart beating faster and faster, beating as fast as yours.

"Could you be more straightforward?" Sanemi huffed, an annoyed expression on his face. If you hadn't known him for a while now, you wouldn't have noticed the way he looked at you so fondly. His voice was barely above a whisper, a little pitch higher as he tried to process everything that's happened. He was sure this was your way of saying that you loved him back.

He's so gentle to you, eyes half-lidded and a small smile etched on his face. It made your heart flutter helplessly at his beauty. Straightforward, huh? You thought, pulling your head away from his head and leaning close to his face until your lips were inches apart. Sanemi froze, halting the dance for a moment. Your breath tingled against his lips, his turn to widen his eyes as he slightly part his lips.

You quickly captured his lips onto yours, the hand on his shoulder slowly trailing up to his neck and onto his cheek, caressing the scars on his handsome face. Your lips were soft against his', no matter the texture. Delicate, warm, and tender. So alluring, so inviting. Surprised gasps and supportive cheers fell on deaf ears as Sanemi quickly reciprocated the kiss, lips moving languidly against yours, with the intent to leave you out of breath.

He matched your rhythm, but he kissed with such vehemence, deepening the kiss as he tilted his head. Sanemi lightly nipped at your bottom lip, trailing wet, butterfly kisses to the corner of your lips, and down to your jawline. He heard you gasp lightly for air, fingertips skimming his scars, making him shudder in delight.

A small giggle left your lips when you saw how red his face was, uncharacteristically embarrassed at your sudden boldness and turned his head away from you. He scowled when he heard you giggle, but he couldn't help melting into your touch, as you leaned to his ear again, whispering; "You asked for it," and leaving a small kiss on his cheek, right on his scar, then laid your head back onto his chest.

You led the dance once again, for Sanemi was left speechless. Music continued to play as the people dancing along the two of you dispersed, leaving the dancefloor to you and Sanemi. Waltzes had always been your favourite, you once told Sanemi. A waltz had long, flowing movements, continuous turns, and rise and falls, to be danced with a partner.

Oh how a dance can perfectly describe love.

✦ I KNOW I KNOW, REQUESTS, BUT I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE THIS... I was struggling to write anything, so I hope writing this would allow me to control my flow again, I think that's why this one is so long LOL~ God I love Studio Ghibli so much, and the music really inspired me to write this~ Funfact, I was showering when I was listening to this, and bam, inspiration struck me now my hair has dried shampoo bc I just HAD to write it down~ I'll admit I kinda got embarrassed writing this half way through... Anyways, have a good day/night everyone~

Term guides:

Arco - The standard bowing technique, which is just moving the bow horizontically or vertically against the strings.

Stopping - A term for fretting the strings. Basically, pressing the strings against the fingerboard to create a note.

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hey mar! I hope you're doing good, I just wanted to have your opinion on something; do you think Sanemi would be one to confess first ? If not, how do you think he reacts to his crush confessing to him? He's all over my mind right now lol Don't forget to take care of yourself and have a good day/night <3

Hi kuroe!! I'm doing fine!

To be honest, I really think it depends on the reader; are you an oblivious person that never takes a hint? Or are you one one who catches on quickly? It also depends on him mostly. But then again, I have a feeling that he's most likely to never confess to reader at all.

Why is that, Mar? Because it kinda makes sense. He wants the best for his loved ones and he pushes them away, thinking that they can have a good life without him. E.g Genya, he's so adamant on him leaving the Demon Slayer Corps to go have a normal life and a family so he pushes him away to the point that it might go too far and ultimately regret it.

And I think it's the same if he's interested in some one. What could he offer to you if you're so kind and caring? When he's brash and aggressive? It does not mix well in his opinion. You deserve the best, and he's NOT the best. He's rather insecure of himself and his capabilities AS a person and as a lover (Headcanon of course).

He'd ask the reader to quit, and it's literally an indirect confession. He cares so much, he wants you to be safe at all times, to let you leave the demon slaying responsibilities to him so you wouldn't have any chance of dying. He doesn't care about himself (since when did he?) as long as you're safe and happy.

He's the type who thinks it's enough that you're there, breathing and talking to him. He may love you, but he's keeping that love to himself. And while it seeps out from time to time in forms of acts of service and his worry over you, he'd keep it a secret.

Well, unless you confess first! He's feel so relieved, light, as if he's could breathe again. The self doubt and insecurity is still there, but your confession sparks hope. Hope that he could maybe change himself for you, because he loves you so much and he'd be damned to miss an opportunity for you to be his, and him to be yours. So to me, it's not the usual 'tsundere blushing' reaction, it's the 'shoulders sagging in relief, smiling softly and telling you he feels the same whilst his heart clenches, internally screaming for you' reaction for me.

That's what I think :) thanks for asking this!! Sanemi is my darling and this??? Scritches my brain, I hope this answer pleases you :)

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felt sad, wanted to draw giyuu slander but it turned out like this so whatever. i love him anyways,, also saw a snippet of the light novel and wanted to draw that one part- hehe sanemi <3 i enjoyed drawing the patterns on his haori,, if you guys have suggestions what to draw (bullying giyuu preferably or smth funny) send them in my ask box lol

@cherrisaki​ pspsp here he is