#Sanemi x gn!reader

[who-can-touch-my-boob]

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You’d heard rumours of the fearsome, violent and brute of a man called Sanemi Shinazugawa. The wind Hashira himself who’s said to be a force to be reckoned with and even made someone piss their pants.

The same man everyone in the Demon Slayer Corps avoided whenever possible because of his short temper and occasional death threats. The poor recruits barely able to walk or stay conscious after training with him, who felt the force of his wooden practise sword.

Well, that same man is right now looking at you with an incredulous expression, as if the request you asked of him is the most offensive, disgraceful and unheard thing ever spoken. Sanemi just stares at you, blinking furiously as he struggle to find his words (while he’s also wearing a pink apron, oven mittens and a tray of newly backed cupcakes fresh out of the oven).

“You want me to…what?!”

His cheeks flush pink, his eyes flickering around nervously and he carefully place the tray down on the kitchen counter, as if he’s buying himself time.

You can’t help but grin devilishly, already prepared for that reaction from him. Because despite what most people think or assume about Sanemi Shinazugawa…you were one of the few who’s blessed to witness his true self.

“I want you to smack my ass.”

You cross your arms over your chest, raising an amused eyebrow as you struggle to keep back the laugh threatening to break your matter-of-factly tone.

Sanemi’s whole face reddens further when you confirm what he thought you said but also didn’t want to believe. He shifts his weight from one foot to another, his gaze locked down at the floor. After a minute of silence, he glance up at you, his voice gentle and adorably sweet and uncertain:

“Now?”

Nodding in response to his stuttered question, you turn around, presenting him your rear end. Sanemi swallows hard, taking off his oven mittens methodically as he close the distance. Your ass is tempting and he could never resist touching it, but that’s it.

Not only does Sanemi believe it to be disrespectful to do such things, because he’s a firm believer in not objectifying people in that sense - not even his spouse. He also is afraid of his own strength, terrified to lose control or hurting those he love.

Yet here you are, your perky behind presented to him as you stand with a bend in your knees and Sanemi clutch the oven mittens for dear life.

“I swear, sometimes I don’t know why I bother putting up with you… but fine.”

He mutters under his breath in an exasperated tone and a tenderness which belies his words.

Finally he close the distance even more, you watch as he prepares his hand for the strike. You’re prepared for a sting since you know how incredibly strong he is and you’re already imagining the feeling of his big hand making contact with your cheeks.

“Ready when you are!” You hum playfully, shaking your tushy for him to let him know he has your consent despite this being your request.

Sanemi place the oven mittens on the counter, rubbing his hands together and you can’t help the excitement building inside you. He swings his hand and you bite down on your bottom lip and close your eyes in anticipation.

Pat.

No slap, no stinging and definitely no force behind his action. No. That asshole had just patted your butt gently and then turned away immediately to tend to the cupcakes.

Even with his back turned to you, the blush on his ears betrays him. You can’t decide if you’re annoyed at him or feeling an even stronger affection for this soft man who’s your partner in every sense possible.

You would never actually tell anyone about this side of him, his real side, but if you did no one would believe you anyway.

Not a damn soul will believe that the Sanemi Shinazugawa, Wind Hashira, most violent and feared Demon Slayer is too soft and gentle that he’s not able to even smack his partner’s ass properly at their request.

“Sorry, but even if you’re the one asking…it goes against my beliefs if I ever raise a hand on you. I hope you understand that my hands will never in any way inflict harm on you.”

Sanemi murmurs softly, glancing briefly over his shoulder at you before turning away again when you see the blush on his cheeks. However instead of teasing him or poking fun at him, your heart swells and a warmth spreads through you at his words.

You immediately close the distance, hugs him from behind and bury your face into his back, murmuring assuring words of love, affection and tenderness. Sanemi covers your hands around his waist with his own, giving them a gentle squeeze before he turns around to face you.

“Let’s eat these cupcakes and cuddle, ‘kay?”

He cups your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips before pulling you closer for a kiss.

[chososrightnipple]

❝𝐤𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬❞

a/n: as usual, afab!body w/no gendered language. y'all i swear i'm back surely... i totally don't work five eight and a half hour shifts in a row after this... not at all.... anyway didn't include all of the hashira just because i don't want this to feel too overcrowded, might do a part two though if anyone wants a specific character. enjoy!

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. *. ⋆ SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

▸ face fucking. he loves taking his frustration out on your poor throat, especially after particularly drama filled hashira meetings. watching the way the spit dribbles past your lips and how your eyes roll into the back of your head so unashamedly.

▸ spit kink. he goes crazy for it fr. having you kneel in front of him as he takes ahold of your jaw. forcing your mouth open and instructing you to stick your tongue out before spitting. he moans so beautifully when you readily accept his gift and swallow.

▸ choking. he loves the feeling of wrapping his hands around your throat and squeezing, seeing how your cheeks redden. enjoying the choked gasps you struggle getting out with every thrust inside of you.

▸ degradation. he's got a mouth on him, that's for sure. insults upon insults thrown at you, practically babbling about how much you're a dirty whore- his dirty whore- the closer he gets to his orgasm.

▸ brat taming. breaking you down until your nothing but a shivering mess. you always just have to give him attitude, don't you? running your mouth until he's forced to put you back in your place.

. *. ⋆ GIYUU TOMIOKA

▸ hair puling. both giving and receiving. shamelessly moaning anytime your fingers brush against his scalp, yanking at the hair while his tongue licks at your trembling walls.

▸ body worship. he's so fucking in love with you and that's especially in the bedroom. he spends hours memorizing your body, trailing your curves, kissing at the dips in your skin. all before he even thinks of fucking you.

▸ bondage. intricately tying your wrists and ankles to bedposts, the roughness of the rope scratching at your skin with every pull. he'll stand above you for a few seconds after, just watching how you squirm against the restraints.

▸ cock warming. sometimes he's just so bone tired from it all. he just needs to feel you, nothing more. sitting you on his lap and sinking his cock into your welcoming walls. face burying into your neck and savoring the feeling.

▸ sensory deprivation. goes kind of hand in hand with his love of tying you up. he has an extensive collection of silk ribbons, in all kinds of colors, that he'll have you model for him later that night.

. *. ⋆TENGEN UZUI

▸semi-public. he's so daring with it, really. when he wants you, he wants you, and he's not ashamed of that. fucking you in too small closets as maids at the butterfly mansion pass by, or on the top of a roof where nightlife bustles below.

▸ size kink. he's fucking huge, towering over you in every sense of the word. seeing how your lips struggle stretching around his cock or how small your hand is compared to his- it drives him absolutely insane.

▸ breeding. my god please don't get me started on this.., he wants to cum inside of you so bad, anytime and every time he fucks you. thinking of how sexy you'd look all round with his baby!!

▸ humiliation. just like sanemi, this man has a mouth on him. seeing how your cheeks redden and you stutter anytime he calls you out on being such a whore for him- it's adorable, he just can't help it.

▸ orgasm denial. such a tease with it, too. lets you think he's gonna let you cum this time around, only to pull completely away from your skin as soon as your on that edge. cooing at how you cry at him, apologizing for being so mean, even if he doesn't really mean it.

. *. ⋆KYUOJURO RENGOKU

▸ breeding. best friends think alike, right? pls just make this man a daddy already. he's so desperate for it. rutting inside of you for the third time in a night, all to cum inside your pretty pussy.

▸ cunnilingus. oh, he is such a big pussy eater. sometimes it's just so much with him. large arms wrapping around the thighs that squeeze either side of his head, lapping at your pussy like it's his last meal and he's a man starved.

▸ eye contact. grabbing at your jaw, forcing your gaze to his, instructing you to keep it there. he's eyes are so intense, so fiery. boring into you with every thrust inside- taking in the dilation of your pupils and the flutter of your pretty eyelashes.

▸ overstimulation. most times he doesn't even mean to do it, y'know? you just feel so good, and he's chasing that high over and over again until you're jelly in his arms, feeling pleasure so painfully.

▸ dry humping. his favorite foreplay. the atmosphere thick as you both huddle close, grinding and frotting against each other. anything for friction. until he gets so desperate for your touch that he's ripping your clothes off right then and there.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

HIHI I LOVE UR WORK!!

Could u please do the kny Hashira with s/o who is like, the funniest mf to walk the planet. Like, they know how to hit their humour PERFECTLY and they just makes them laugh so much!!!

(Hey hey, Anon! I really hope I pleased you with the request, it was a little difficult to come up with hcs so I hope you enjoyed. Have a nice day!)

Hashira w/ a Funny S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Nothing, just fluff and GN! Reader)

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- Not afraid to laugh at your jokes, he makes it known that he thinks it’s funny. You can hear him laughing from a mile away.

- Sometimes you make him laugh so hard that he slaps his knee or throws his head back.

- Will tell you afterwards that his ribs and cheeks hurt from laughing so much, but he’ll still be smiling.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- When you first made him laugh, he was surprised at first since it was rare for him to laugh, let alone laugh at someone’s joke.

- Though when you keep on making him laugh he gets suspicious. “What are they on about?” He often thinks to himself.

- One time when you made him laugh, he chuckled louder than usual and it caught you off guard so you were just staring at him all starstruck. Then he got embarrassed and turned away from you, telling you to stop staring.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- He finds your funny personality very endearing.

- Loves to hear any new jokes you come up with and praises you on your talent.

- If you’re having a laughing fit because of your own jokes, he’ll chuckle before smiling at you softly.

- When he found out that you could even make Sanemi and Obanai laugh he was glad that you could make his fellow Hashira happy.

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- She admires how well and quickly you can make others bust out in laughter. It warms her heart.

- Shinobu’s laugh is always low and giggly. You love it. (I love it too)

- It feels weird to her to genuinely smile this much but she doesn’t mind it and learns to grow used to it when she’s with you. (Kanae above approves of you)

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- You make her laugh so much that her face gets red. She always tries to cover it too.

- (If you’re a Hashira) She tries so hard not to laugh at one of your little jokes during the Hashira meetings. (Ultimately, she fails but the other Hashira can’t blame her)

- For the love of Mitsuri, please do not make her laugh while she’s eating or drinking something unless you wanna make her choke (and not in a good way)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- Before meeting you, it was extremely rare to make him laugh. He probably never even laughed since Sabito’s passing. Then he met you and changed everything.

- Whenever he laughs he doesn’t laugh for very long or loud, mainly he chuckles.

- Also fun fact, he doesn’t understand dark humor, he’ll be more concerned than anything.

🔊Uzui Tengen🔊

- He is the type of person who playfully hits your back whenever you make him laugh.

- You also most likely loss roughly 30% of your hearing from his loud laughter.

- Whenever he sees you making Hina, Makio, and Suma laugh he will softly smile at all of his partners having a good time.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- When he first met you he already heard about you from the other Hashira like Rengoku and Uzui. He referred to you as “The Laughing Person” because you make everyone laugh.

- Like Tomioka, he mainly chuckles, but after he’s done laughing and sees you still laughing at yourself he’ll smile to himself.

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He grows fond of you over time. Before he regained his memories he would think of you as an otter because they say that it represents laughter and joy. (I think it represents that, I looked it up so it might not be correct)

- After he regained his memories, he would be much more expressive when he’s laughing.

- Muichiro always looks forward to your jokes everyday.

Masterlist

[reticent-writer]

Okay The Hashira taking care of a half human half demon baby? Like the baby can survive on human food and animals and are repulsed by human blood. Like the babies basically are found trying to explore new things like Nezuko in a way

Demon slayer masterlist Demons with baby reader

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Shinjuro held you in the air and examined you. Kyojuro left you with his father while he and senjuro went to the market.

Leaving you with a former Hashira wasn't a good idea in hindsight but who would kill a child.

"Half human half demon huh?" He muttered to himself as he watched you move in his arms.

He lowered you to where you were nestled on his chest and he laid back.

Shinjiro and kyojuro came back to see you and their father asleep on the floor in your room.

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Giggles could be heard in the Tengen ousehold as it was dinner time.

Tengen was rolling on the floor with you as the girls made dinner.

"Hope the both of you worked up an appetite." Hina came in giggling at her husband on his back with you on his stretched-out feet.

"Ahh lord Tengen you have to be careful with them. They're just a child." Suma came in fusing over to pick you up

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Obanai didn't know how to take care of a child so he went to the closest person he knew, Mitsuri.

"Aww look how cute Obanai they eat human food." She gushed as she feed you.

Obanai watched in adoration as he couldn't help but think about how good she is with kids (people in general)

"Cool." Such a shallow response that held back everything he actually wanted to say.

If only he could tell her. (😭)

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"What am I supposed to do with you." Sanemi muttered as you crawled all over your temporary bedroom (a small room he didn't know what to do with).

"what do you eat?" He kneeled down to your height. You crawled up to him, using his knees to try and stand.

He poked your stomach causing you to lose balance and fall. You stared up at him, He stared down at you.

you started to huff.

'oh no' the thought 'they're gonna cry'

and cry you did. You screamed your lungs out as he tried everything to calm you down. He even tried to feed you his blood, which only made you scream louder.

He got you to calm down by giving you Ohagi. Turns out you love it almost as much as he does.

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"Time to go to bed Y/n." Giyuu said as he watched you play with your toys for like two hours.

You turned to him before giggling. Unfortunately for Giyuu, you knew how to run. You stood up and got ready for an unwanted game of tag and hide n seek.

"Don't even try, It's time for bed." Giyuu also got ready as this isn't the first time this happened.

In fact, this happens most nights and Giyuu is always the winner.

You ran out of the room with Giyuu close behind you. You rounded the corner at full speed. Too much speed. You hit the wall. Giyuu was quick to pick you up.

"This is why we don't run in the house." He comforted you by rubbing your head and bringing you to your room. You were asleep in his arms as he laid you down.

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All Muichirou wanted to do was train but since you were assigned to him his attention was all on you.

Currently, the 2 of you were having a staring contest as you both ate. You copied his movements, and he would just watch.

You never cried, screamed, or made much noise. You and Muichirou got along great.

He brought you to every Hashira meeting and he let you do your own thing.

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"Bu" you called to Shinobu from the pin she put you in. It was the only word you could say.

She looked up from her work over to you. You were standing holding on to the bar of the pin.

"Ah someone finally awake." She set her work aside and went to check on you.

"Bu Bu" You squealed as she picked you up.

"I'm here. I'm here."

You were the only reason she never worked herself to death.

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[kultofkorii]

− Tired

✎ your fav x reader

♦︎summary: your boyfriend is tired after a long day, and tries to convince you to come to bed

♦︎word count: 300+

♦︎warnings: none, short

Men who like to hug you from behind while you're busy. Their scent overwhelming you and simultaneously calming you. You can feel their chest against you back, rising and falling with each breath they take. Their warm arms wrapped around your waist, snugly, as if they were make to be placed there. Your face shifts to an expression of amusement, mind being taken off of your current task.

,,and just what do you think you're doing, Sir?,,

,,mmm... just seeing what you're up to, was getting lonely without you,, His husky voice sending vibrations through your upper back and chest. From the low pitch of his voice alone, you could tell he was about five minutes from collapsing in exhaustion.

,,you sound tired baby, why haven't you gone to bed yet?,, You questioned him, but continued with your task at hand. You felt him squeeze lightly at your waist, rubbing small circles where one of his hands rest on your stomach. You release a content hum, relaxing every more into his hold.

,,come t' bed with me, please?,, He rasps out, anyone who didn't know him well, wouldn't be able to notice the whine in his voice. You take pride in how much you know your man, quirks, ambitions and all, there was nothing he could do that would get past you.

Not even his light manipulation; he knew the affect his voice laced with sleep had on you. Knew you couldn't resist him, especially when he was in the mood for cuddles which was few and far between.

,,okay, just let me finish this and I'll be right with you-,, he cut you off, pulling you impossibly closer to his body, as if trying to fuse you into becoming one.

,,you can finish t'morrow, you always over work 'ya self,, His words began to slur together, his tiredness getting the better of him. You supposed it would be better to abide by his wishes, before he falls asleep where you both stand and traps you here; a common occurrence.

,,alright big guy, come on, you win,, Your hand intertwines with his as you pull him with you to your shared bedroom. Your eyes growing heavy as you make your way to that sweet mattress where you could bundle up with your love under warm comforters.

♦︎note: This is really me just testing out the waters before I really start writing. I haven't written in a long time, so I'd really love if you all would send me any requests you have! 😊

[bones4thecats]

Hello! If request aren't closed yet, could I request Giyuu, Tengen, and Sanemi with an s/o who's the opposite of them in every way? From their breathing technique, to their weapon choice, and personality.

Type of Writing: Request Characters: Giyuu Tomioka, Tengen Uzui, and Sanemi Shinazugawa Name: {Character} a Slayer! S/O who is their polar opposite Requester: Anonymous

A/N: My first ever Demon Slayer piece, I hope this is good for my first one, Anon! This was also very fun, I can actually see these three falling for someone that was kinda opposite from them!

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🌊 Giyuu is a very distant person, so, when you noticed how closed-off and lonely he seemed, you just had to approach him

🌊 You were known for your happy personality and how amazing you were to talk to, since you would offer amazing advice and how you would give everyone the biggest boost of energy just by smiling at them

🌊 When you guys first revealed your relationship to your fellow Hashira, they were surprised for sure, and if their faces weren't enough proof, Sanemi and Obanai's objections definitely told you

🌊 He has water breathing while you have flame breathing, and you got your fun-loving personality from your mentor and best friend Rengoku Kyojuro

🌊 Giyuu loves to listen to you ramble, hearing about your stories of slaying demons to hearing about how you got Genya, Sanemi's brother, to crack a smile on your last mission together

🌊 The Water Hashira adores to watch as you train with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, the flames enveloping the four of you as you laugh at their reactions

🌊 Your personalities may clash, but, you guys do work well together when it comes to your jobs, your many kunai getting coated in flames as his swords waters left a burning sensation on the demon you were fighting with

🌊 Shinobu loves teasing him about how you guys are different, but, he just looks over at you talking to Mitsuri and smiles on the inside, you may be polar opposites, but, he loves that about you

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🔊 Uzui is very flamboyant and out there while you are far more reserved and down-to-earth

🔊 He first noticed you as Mitsuri dragged you to a meeting, as the newest Hashira you weren't very familiar with any of them, and they all could sense your nervousness

🔊 This guy definitely tried to woo you at first, giving you small actions of affection by patting you on the back or leaning his body weight on your head to make you stumble

🔊 Uzui teases you for ages until his wives meet you, he may want to marry you, but he always wants to know if his wives get along with you, it's a package deal

🔊 When they give him the thumbs up, you all spend time together, and they're whipped when they see you protect a bunch of children by releasing your breathing style, Breath of Water

🔊 Water muffles sound, so

🔊 Your new relationship baffles everyone, since his normal type, at least to outsiders, is one of the more flamboyant personality carrying people

🔊 But, he likes that you're more quiet, it makes him remember to slow things down and take a rest whenever needed

🔊 Uzui also loves to help you with your whip-sword, which you started learning about with Mitsuri, and watching you swing your waves around to cancel out his breaths makes him laugh

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🍃 Sanemi is an aggressive person by nature, and you were a far kinder person, killing demons gently while he did so painfully and without a care in the world

🍃 When he first met you, Sanemi was definitely put off by how kind you were with the Kamaboko Squad, your job was to kill demons, and you were braiding the hair of a demon

🍃 You and him were on rocky ground at first, due to your clashing personalities, but, once you guys got used to one another, it was funny for the others to watch as you would pat his head when he finished training

🍃 Whenever you guys are on missions with each other, he devotes himself to protecting you

🍃 From sending blasts of wind to send the demon flying away from you as you protected a small group of children who lost their parents from said demon, to even kicking a demon away, he was ready to sacrifice himself to keep you safe

🍃 Sanemi isn't fond of public displays of affection, he has a reputation of being aggressive and hard to approach, and he'd prefer to keep that reputation strong until retirement

🍃 He loves watching you tease Obanai, just watching you be yourself while pissing someone off makes his day for some weird reason

🍃 He and Genya aren't very close, and watching as you try getting them closer despite his protests makes him chuckle on the inside

🍃 And whenever he hears about your progress in training his younger brother with your old sensei, Gyomei Himekima, who taught you Stone Breathing, he pretends to not be listening, despite others knowing he is

[moomuzan]

⋆·˚ ༘ *𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖕𝖎𝖑𝖊

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ they find you again, after all this time

but something‘s different,

you are no longer human

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ sanemi , giyuu , obanai

The battlefield was a graveyard of still bodies and whispers, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and ash. Casting its cold, pale light over the ruin, the moon hung low as Sanemi, a man made of storms, stood at its center. His sword was heavy in his hand, a weight that pulled at his very soul, though he refused to release it. Something else weighed on him—something darker, deeper. A presence.

And then you stepped into the light.

At first, he thought it was a trick of his war-addled mind. His breath hitched, sharp and involuntary, his heart stumbling over itself in its chest. It was you—your silhouette unmistakable, the curve of your face seared into his memory. But as you moved closer, the truth unraveled with cruel clarity.

You were not you anymore.

Perfect in its monstrosity, your skin shimmered with a cold, unnatural beauty, pale as death. Your once-warm eyes glowed red, the color of fresh blood, devoid of everything he had known. And you reeked—of death, of Muzan, of betrayal so vile it made his stomach churn.

Sanemi froze, the world narrowing to just you. Memories rushed forward like a flood he could not stop. The way you used to smile at him, tentative and soft, as though you could see the fractured pieces of him and still chose to stay. The way your hand once lingered on his arm, grounding him when his anger threatened to consume him. The way your voice, so achingly gentle, had once cut through the storms raging in his heart.

But that was gone. All of it.

Now, you were a weapon. Cold, deadly, beautiful. His masterpiece.

"Sanemi," you breathed, though it wasn’t your voice, not really. It was too sweet, too sharp, laced with something cruel that made his skin crawl. "I thought you’d be happy to see me. After all, you thought I was dead, didn’t you?"

His knuckles turned white around his sword, the leather of the hilt creaking beneath his grip. "You are dead," he spat, his voice rough and trembling. "Don’t you dare use her face, her body, her voice. Don’t you dare speak to me like that."

Almost curious, almost mocking, you tilted your head. "Dead?" you echoed, your lips curving into a smile that wasn’t yours. "If I’m dead, then why does my heartbeat still haunt you? Why do you still dream of me?"

Barely perceptible, but it was there, a crack in his otherwise unyielding armor that made the Hashira flinch. You had always been able to see through him, to peel back the layers of anger and grief he wrapped himself in. That hadn’t changed. But now, it wasn’t kindness in your eyes—it was something darker, something broken.

"You should have let me go," you said, stepping closer, your voice soft but cutting, like a knife sliding between his ribs. "But you didn’t, did you? You held on. Even now, you can’t let go."

Sanemi’s chest ached, a sharp, twisting pain that spread like fire. He wanted to scream at you, to tell you that you were wrong, but the words caught in his throat. Because you weren’t wrong. Of course, he hadn’t let go. How the hell could he?

And now, here you were. A ghost, a demon, a nightmare made flesh.

"I’ll kill you," he spat, yet the words sounded hollow, even to him. His blade trembled in his hand, his resolve cracking with every second that passed. He had faced demons countless times before, had killed without hesitation, but now? Now, his blade felt heavier than ever.

"You won’t," you whispered, your voice so soft it was almost tender. "You love me too much."

Love. The word hit him like a blow, leaving him breathless. He had never said it, never dared to, not even in the quiet moments when you had been alive and whole—always having been too scared, too proud, too angry at the world to admit what you meant to him. And now, it was too late.

Swift and merciless, you attacked, and he barely had time to raise his blade. Sanemi gritted his teeth as he pushed you back; the clash of steel against your claws rang out, sharp and jarring. Being faster now, stronger, your movements were inhumanly precise. Every swing of his blade felt like fighting against his own heart.

And yet, he couldn’t stop.

As the battle continued, a blur of blood and desperation, his body moved on instinct, yet his mind was elsewhere, tangled in memories of you. The way you used to laugh, the way your hand used to linger on his, the way you had made him feel something other than rage.

That was gone. He knew as much yet why…?

"You’re hesitating," you remarked, voice cold and biting as you dodged another swing of his blade. "Do you think you can save me? Do you think there’s anything left of me to save?"

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. The lump in his throat was too thick, the words too heavy. Instead, he fought harder, his strikes growing more desperate, more erratic.

Then, suddenly, you were gone, vanished into the shadows as if you had never been there.

As he stared at the empty space where you had stood, the man fell to his knees, his sword slipping from his grasp. Hollering around him, the wind carried the scent of blood and rain. Still, all he could smell was you — a ghost of what was long gone.

Sanemi stayed there for what felt like hours, his chest heaving, his hands trembling. He wanted to scream, to cry, to tear the world apart, but all he could do was sit there, the weight of his guilt crushing him.

You were gone.

And he had failed you. Again.

Burdened by a silence that felt almost alive, the night was heavy, pressing against Giyuu’s chest with a weight that made it hard to breathe. The forest stretched out endlessly before him, the trees stark and bare against the pale light of the moon. He moved forward, his steps measured and careful, though his mind was a mess of unspoken thoughts. He had been restless for weeks now, the sensation creeping into his bones that something was wrong, that something was unfinished. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt this way—it was a shadow that had clung to him since that fateful mission, the one where he’d lost you.

You were his tsuguko, his pride, his reason to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was hope in the quiet void of his life. You were everything he wasn’t: warm where he was cold, open where he was closed off, curious in ways that sometimes made him envy your ability to find beauty in a world that had been so cruel. He had trained you, poured what little he had of himself into you, and though he hadn’t said it—he rarely said anything—you must have known how deeply he cared.

But then you were gone, swallowed whole by the very darkness they fought every day. He had arrived too late to save you, too late to even hold you as the light in your eyes faded. Instead, he found only blood, streaks of it painting the ground like some grim mockery of a farewell. Your body was gone, taken by the demon who had bested you, and he had searched for weeks, scouring every shadow, chasing every lead, only to find nothing.

Eventually, he told himself you vanished. Not because he believed it, but because it was easier than living with the weight of not knowing.

Yet here he was, drawn to this forest by a presence he could not ignore, a feeling wrapped around his chest like a vice. He had felt it before, fleeting moments when the air would shift, and he’d swear he wasn’t alone. But those moments passed as quickly as they came, leaving him with only the hollow ache of his own imagination. This time, though, it was different.

Stopping in a clearing, the moonlight spilled across the ground in pale streaks. The air was still, unnaturally so, and for a moment, the world felt like it was holding its breath. And then he saw you.

Similar to the movements of a ghost you stepped out of the shadows, your figure bathed in silver light. His breath caught in his throat, his heart lurching in a way that almost made him stumble. It was you—he could never forget you—but you were different. Your skin was pale, too pale, and your eyes glowed with a crimson hue that sent a chill down his spine. You smelled of blood, of death, of Muzan.

For a brief moment, neither of you moved. His body, frozen in place as his mind screamed at him to make sense of what he was seeing, just couldn’t. With an unreadable expression you looked at him, though your eyes carried a weight that felt almost unbearable.

“Giyuu,” you said, your voice soft, trembling, a sound he hadn’t realized he’d been aching to hear.

Then, painfully so, his hand tightened around his sword, the familiar weight grounding him in a moment that felt too unreal to be true. “You’re... alive,” he said, though the words tasted bitter, laced with the truth he couldn’t bring himself to say.

You smiled, but it wasn’t the smile he remembered. It was colder, sharper, laced with something he couldn’t name. “Alive,” you echoed, the word falling from your lips like a stone sinking into water. “If this can be called living.”

Slowly coming undone, the silence between you lingered as the unspoken words pressed against his chest like a blade. He wanted to move, to reach for you, to do something, but all he could do was stare as the weight of his guilt threatened to crush him.

“You didn’t save me,” you said, and the simplicity of your words felt like a blow to the chest.

“I tried,” he murmured, though even to his own ears, the words rang empty.

“Not hard enough.”

Quiet, almost detached your tone didn’t reach him as angry, and that made it worse. You weren’t blaming him—not entirely—but your words carried the weight of a truth he couldn’t deny.

The grip on his sword faltering, Giyuu closed his eyes. “I thought you were gone. I looked for you, but I...” His voice broke, and he hated himself for it, hated the way his composure cracked under the weight of his failure.

When he opened his eyes, you were closer, and the scent of death clung to you like a second skin. “You should have let me go,” you said, and there was something almost tender in the way you said it, though it was a tenderness laced with bitterness. “It would have been kinder.”

“I couldn’t,” he said, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

“Why not?”

While the truth weighed too heavy, being too raw to put into words, he didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. Instead, he watched as you stepped back, disappearing into the shadows—the shadows he couldn’t reach—once more.

Falling to his knees in the clearing, the weight of your presence—of your absence—crushed him. You were gone, and yet you weren’t. You were out there, somewhere, haunting him with the reminder of everything he had failed to protect.

The silence of the forest pressed in around him, and for the first time in years, Giyuu allowed himself to break.

A sharp scent of blood hung heavy in the air, the battlefield awash with red. Obanai’s breath hitched, but the chaos around him blurred into nothing as he stood rooted in place, unable to move. The shadows of the trees twisted in the dim moonlight, creating a stage for the figure that emerged from the darkness. He had spent months telling himself you were gone, mourning you in silence because grief was an emotion he could barely afford in this life. But there you stood—or, at least, something that resembled you—your body wrapped in an aura of darkness that felt like the demon king himself.

It was as if the universe had stopped breathing, leaving only the low rustling of leaves and the distant cries of the dying behind him. You were there, but clearly, it wasn’t you. You couldn’t be demon.

The Obanai who had stood tall and unshaken in the face of countless battles, who had worn his stoic mask like armor, felt it crack the moment your crimson eyes met his. The warmth he had once loved so deeply in your gaze was gone, replaced by something feral, detached—an unbearable void.

And yet, despite the demonic aura, despite the unmistakable stench of Muzan’s curse on your flesh, your face was unchanged. The softness of your features, the curve of your lips, the way you carried yourself—it all lingered, mocking him, reminding him of what he’d failed to protect. You looked like a ghost, not alive, not truly dead, and far beyond his reach.

“Obanai,” you said, and the sound of your voice cut through him like a blade. It was lower now, more venomous, but it was still you. The voice that had soothed him when he doubted himself, that had laughed softly as you tended his wounds in the quiet of the night. Clenching his fists, the trembling betrayed the storm in his chest.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice taut, forced. Painfully, his hands itched to draw his blade, to do what had to be done, but his body wouldn’t obey. Not yet. Not while the sight of you chained him to the ground.

Stepping closer, your movements were slow, deliberate, each step a challenge. “And yet I am,” you murmured. “I suppose we have to thank him for that.”

Muzan. That name was a curse in his mind, a symbol of everything vile and cruel in the world. The realization clawed at him—the same hands that had taken so much had taken you, turned you into a monster.

“You didn’t come for me,” you said softly, but there was no anger in your tone, only the empty weight of a fact. “I waited, Obanai. I waited in that darkness, clinging to the hope that you would find me. But you didn’t.”

Like a blow this accusation landed, harder than any wound he’d ever suffered in battle. The man wanted to deny it, to scream that he had tried, that he had searched, that he had torn himself apart looking for you. But what would it matter? You were here now, and the truth was written in the blood staining your claws, in the hunger lurking behind your crimson gaze.

“I couldn’t,” he finally whispered, his voice barely audible.

“No,” you said, tilting your head as if studying him. “You wouldn’t.”

Ever so subtle, the bitterness in your voice dug into him like thorns, wrapping around his ribs until he could barely breathe. He thought of the nights he had spent grieving you in silence, the guilt that had kept him awake, and the endless prayers he had offered to gods who had long stopped listening.

But none of it mattered. None of it would undo what had been done.

“You were my weakness,” you continued, creeping closer still, until you were only a few feet away. “And now I am yours.”

Shattered, his hand tightened around his blade, and this time, it wasn’t hesitation that stayed him. It was despair. He couldn’t fight you—not because he lacked the will, but because he knew that no matter how sharp his blade, no matter how precise his strike, he couldn’t kill the part of himself that still loved you.

“Do it,” you said, your voice almost tender, as if mocking him. “Draw your sword, Serpent Hashira. Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do? Isn’t that your duty?”

Naturally, he wanted to tell you to stop, to beg you to leave, but the words wouldn’t come. His throat was dry, his heart pounding in his ears. The weight of his guilt and failure pressed down on him like a mountain.

You smiled then, a cruel, broken smile. “You can’t, can you? Because you know this is your fault.”

Like a dagger, those words were catapulted deep into his heart. He lowered his gaze, unable to meet your eyes anymore, because he knew you were right. He had failed you in the worst way, and this was his punishment—to see you like this, to know that the person he had loved was gone, replaced by something monstrous.

Softly, you cracked a laugh, a bitter sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “Goodbye, Obanai,” you said, turning away from him, your voice carrying no malice, only finality. “This was the last thing I needed to see.”

Long after you disappeared into the shadows, he stood there, the weight of your presence lingering in the air. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, his blade clattering beside him. The silence of the forest swallowed him, but it offered no solace.

The hashira had failed you, and now he would carry the ghost of that failure with him until the end.

pls don’t let this flop. i feel too deeply about kny men. 🫢

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 2: "Left. Other Left!"

@flufftober

Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Warnings: slight cussing

The daily training you put yourself through was hard enough on your body and mind.

Training with three persistent teenagers who never knew when to quit?

That was a whole new challenge for you,

Tanjiro easily deflected your blade, pushing your body backwards with the force of his strike. You didn’t let up your attack, hoping to catch him off guard. He faltered the slightest bit and you barely got the edge on him, holding your sword close to his neck.

“You did well, young Kamado. I think a short break would do us all some good.”

Zenitsu immediately stopped his current sparring session with Inosuke and dropped to his knees at your feet, crying.

“Oh, thank you L/n-sensei! I’m exhausted! I can barely stand! I don’t know how you and Shinazugawa-sensei train like this every day.”

“I’m not your sensei,” growled Sanemi, halting his own individual training a few steps from you and the kids. “You say that again and you’re as dead as this dummy.”

The wooden dummy’s head landed with a thump on the ground next to Zenitsu who let out a loud shriek and clung to Tanjiro like a scared child. You giggled at the sight of Sanemi’s prominent forehead vein that visible when he was angry; you were well acquainted with it.

“I was just suggesting we all take a break for a little bit,” you told your boyfriend, whose eyes softened upon meeting your own. A soft, cool breeze blew through the grounds of your home and you could’ve sworn it was a gift from the Wind Hashira himself with the way he was looking at you so tenderly. All of a sudden he looked away, gripping the sword in his hands tighter.

“You go ahead. I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.”

You knew there was no use in arguing with him, it’d be like talking to one of your walls. His stubbornness was a quality that both infuriated yet intrigued you.

“Don’t overwork yourself, my love,” you whispered, making sure the kids didn’t overhear you. The last thing you wanted to do was embarrass Sanemi with your gentle words and caresses he was treated with when you two were alone.

“I won’t,” he whispered back, still staring into the distance. You smiled gently, losing yourself in the beauty of his scarred face until Zenitsu’s shrill voice pulled you back to your senses.

“No! Get away from me! I want to lie down!” he shrieked, running past you.

“Get back here and fight me! This isn’t over!” a wild Inosuke screamed as he ran after him.

“Let’s all calm down!” Tanjiro called out, also speeding right by you.

“Why did you invite them here again?” asked Sanemi, clearly disgruntled.

“A change in pace is good. It keeps us young having them around,” you explained.

“Really? Because I feel more gray hair coming in and last I checked, it was already white enough,” he grumbled. You laughed, playfully swatting his chest.

“I’m going to make us some food. Please make sure they don’t burn down my training area while I’m inside.”

“No promises.”

You rolled your eyes and walked inside your home, pondering over what to cook. Nezuko greeted you with her signature kind eyes as you entered the kitchen.

“Would you like to help me cook some food?” you asked her, getting out ingredients.

“Mmhmm!” she agreed, excitedly nodding her head. You gave her the directions and she followed them perfectly, humming a joyful tune as she worked.

When the food was ready, you put it on a tray and walked with Nezuko outside to convince the boys to sit down and eat. Seeing no one in the training area that was previously occupied not too long ago, you frowned slightly, wondering where they could’ve gone in such a short time. You and the younger girl walked together, listening for anything to denote their presence. Right when you were getting worried, you heard loud voices in the distance and saw clouds of dirt being kicked up. The yelling was reaching your ears but you couldn’t make out what anyone was saying.

“Go stand next to the house. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t want you getting hurt,” you said to Nezuko and she quickly did as she was told. That was perfect timing on your part because when you finally understood what Tanjiro was saying, it was too late.

“Move! Go left! Left!”

Confused, you took a few steps to the left, but when you noticed Zenitsu running at a lightning fast speed straight toward you, you realized your mistake.

“Other left.”

You had no time to react when you felt strong, familiar arms grasp you tightly and move you out of the way from the sure collision course you had put yourself in. Your tray of food clattered to the ground, a feast the local animals were sure to be thankful for later.

“You three! Knock it off and come here. Now!”

You hadn’t seen Sanemi that genuinely angry in a long time. His booming voice made your body erupt in goosebumps from nervousness for the kids who were about to get a major chewing out by your temperamental boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” Sanemi asked, holding you at arm’s length and quickly giving your body a once over to make sure you hadn’t gotten any injuries from the unexpected (almost) run in.

“I’m okay,” you confirmed. “Just a little shaken up, is all.”

Zenitsu, Inosuke, and Tanjiro apprehensively approached you both, not making eye contact with either of you.

“What were you shitheads thinking, running around like that?” Sanemi seethed. “You almost ran Y/n over with your carelessness.”

“We��re so, so sorry,” Tanjiro replied, lowering his forehead to the ground to show his remorse. Zenitsu did the same and Inosuke followed suit after a moment.

“You should be. You ruined perfectly fine food that Y/n had made for us.”

“We will make it up to you! We’ll make even better food!” yelled Inosuke, standing up and running into your house. Tanjiro hesitantly raised his eyes to yours.

“May I… follow Inosuke to make sure he doesn’t ruin your beautiful home?” he asked you, his voice small.

You nodded. “Please do. And thank you for trying to warn me earlier. You’re not in trouble.”

Tanjiro wiped away a few tears of relief as he left the scene, not wanting to be present for whatever Sanemi was going to put Zenitsu through.

“As for you,” Sanemi said, his voice eerily low as he grabbed Zenitsu by the front of his uniform, “I will make you regret stepping foot on this property.”

Zenitsu whimpered as he tried to pull away from Sanemi’s unyielding hold. You pitied the teen; the situation wasn’t wholly his fault and you were unscathed anyway.

“I don’t think there’s any need for punishment. He looks sorry enough.”

“I am! I am! I’ll do whatever you want, L/n-sensei! Just keep him away from me!” replied Zenitsu.

“Have you learned a lesson here today?” He nodded vigorously at your question. “Good. Go help the others in the kitchen. All is forgiven.”

He breathed out a sigh of relief but Sanemi lifted him off the ground even higher. “I want 500 push ups from you after you’re done cooking.”

Sanemi let go and Zenitsu scurried away to the safety of the indoors. You finally let out the giggle you had been stifling at the whole ordeal.

“You really are my hero, you know that?” you mused, resting your hands on Sanemi’s exposed chest. You smiled at the small blush appearing on his cheeks.

“Whatever. Pay more attention next time,” he said, trying to sound much grumpier than he felt at the moment. Giving him a kiss on the cheek, you smiled.

“In the future, I’ll be more mindful of my left and right.”

“In the future, if this happens again, I’m cutting off their legs.”

Taglist: @kana-daydreams

[xyaehir]

all i need —

SYP — “girl ur made for me, cuz ur love is all i need” just scenarios <3

GEN. — fluff, crack

WARN. — gn!reader, not proofread

NOTES — yk i love the grumpy x sunshine and polar opposites troupe so why not incorporate some hints of that into this? might make a pt 2..

at first glance, not many people would expect either of you to pursue each other.

the way you both handle things are different, reactions and such. and when you think of that, there’s only one situation that comes to mind..

throwing your head back slightly, you laugh at one of his lame jokes. hand in hand, both of you turn the corner, still too invested in your conversation to take in the sight in front if you.

he’s the first one to look, halting his movements as he stays rooted to the ground. you, taking note of his tense form, stop to turn to him. cocking an eyebrow, you nudge him on his shoulder and worryingly ask, “babe? you okay?”

his mouth is agape a bit and his eyes are fixated on whats in front of him. seeing as he’s not gonna answer, you follow his line of sight and gasp slightly.

there in front of both of you stood a couple leaning against a wall, making out. you grimaced slightly, noticing their lust for each other through their eager movements. ‘they kiss like fish..,’ you thought, deadpanning.

you felt a tug on your arm, pulling you back.

“c’mon, let’s go before they see us. they might think we enjoy watching them eat each others’ face,” he whispered, hooking an arm around your waist.

you were about to comply but you thought of something way better than just ignoring it. a mischievous smile creeps its way on your face and he grows concerned, not liking that smug look on your face.

unraveling your arms from his, you gasp exaggeratedly, successfully catching the couples attention. they break away from each other reluctantly and flushed, glaring at you.

“i knew you had somebody else!” you screamed, stomping away and wiping away invisible tears from the corners of your eyes. he trails quickly after you, standing beside you as you both hide behind a wall.

“are you kidding me? ugh!” you hear one of them shuffling, probably walking away from the other one.

“wait, baby! i swear, i have no idea who that was!” the other one pleaded, scrambling after his ‘baby’. his thick accent making it all the more funnier.

you leaned forward, clutching your stomach in laughter. he stared at you in slight disbelief before joining in on your giggling.

“what are you doing?”

uh oh, caught in the act.

you turn around, hiding the item behind your back. you grin widely but sheepishly. “what do you mean?” you smile innocently, stuffing the perfume bottle up your shirt.

tilting his head slightly, he raises a brow, skeptical. he walks over to you and hastily snatches the bottle from your hands.

“hey! i wasn’t done with that,” you whined, reaching for it but to no avail. he held it far from your reach, above his head. he tsked.

“i’ll give it back if you tell me what you were doing.”

you sighed, mumbling something so soft it was barely audible. “huh?” he nearly squeaked.

“i wanted to spray my perfume on your clothes so when we go out, people know you’re taken,” you grumbled. “but mostly because people are doing it on tiktok..”

he didn’t stop babying you that whole afternoon. and he posted a tiktok about it. (it went viral)

it was a nice noon. the birds were chirping, the grass seemed greener and your boyfriend was throwing a tantrum.

“i don’t wanna!”

“stop acting like a baby. its not that bad.”

“this isn’t fair.”

“what isn’t fair? you lost the bet, you have to do my dare,” you huff victoriously, smirking slightly.

he sighs, knowing there’s no way of convincing you to let him off. “fine, help me find one.”

“gladly,” you chirped, bouncing on the balls of your feet gently. your eyes scanned around the park before locking on someone. “right there,” you whispered, leaning to him and pointing at the person with your lips.

you shoo him to approach the person. he shakes his head and complies, walking backwards to cast you a pouty look to which you rolled your eyes at.

“excuse me?” he asked, approaching said persons line of sight. she smiled at him, waving, “hello! is there anything i can do for you?”

“i just wanted to tell you that your child is the chosen one,” he replied bluntly, pointing at her swollen stomach.

the woman blinked at him.

“child? i’m not pregnant.” she narrowed her eyes at him.

“oh.”

he ran away, dragging you with him before your knees buckled from your wheezing.

— (bllk) NAGI, SAE, RIN (genshin) DILUC, alhaitham (star rail) DAN HENG, jing yuan, BLADE (haikyuu) SUNA, TSUKI (KNY) GIYU, sanemi (ENCANTO) CARLOS, CAMILO () YOUR FAVES

@xyaehir 2023. This is my content, inspired or not. Do not translate, copy or plagiarise my works in any way. Reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated. <3

[n0n-sen-se]

I just found you today and Im in love with your writing! If you don't mind could I request some relationship Headcannons with Kyojuro and Sanemi! (separate)

If you write this thank you in advance! <3

-🍷

tysm ♡ i sincerely appreciate it :') and on another note: for these headcannons i decided to add a little bit of everything i could think of! Hope you enjoy them!

𝐊𝐍𝐘 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; kyojuro. sanemi. content ;; fluff. like a dash of angst. domestic fluff. a/n ;; this turned out. like i mean there's a ton of hcs but (in my defense) i did try to include a bit of everything!

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

kyojuro is one of the most open people you'd ever meet (especially with his s/o) why hide anything? he pretty much wears his heart on his sleeve!

compliments you a ton! and doesn't just dump them on you, they're always genuine things he notices: how amazing your hair looks in the sun, your smile, the way you light up when you talk about something you like. . . all the good things

pretty decent cook, the food will taste amazing just. . . the kitchen is now a hazard zone.

(if your soft spoken ♡) his hearing is a little shot. he'd be so embarrassed of himself for asking you to repeat yourself over and over again (like it has his heart-racing and ears burning) ❛god your precious❜

oh my goodness, kyojuro would write you so many letters when he's away (or even before your relationship) he'd add little dried flowers for you. the best was probably the primrose!

hugging you is a comfort, so sometimes he'll just quietly walk up to you and hold you.

always smiles and brightens up when your around

rengoku nuzzling his nose into your face when he's happy, like literally trying to bury his face into yours

is wholly protective of you, and 100% speaks his mind if he feels someone is mistreating you/doesn't let anyone lay their hands on you (threatening to break their wrists move) also note that he doesn't like to resort to violence.

always opens doors for you, or holds your hand when you stepping down stairs.

it would take a whole lot to witness him cry. and he'll never cry for himself. not when he's hurt. not when somethings weighing on his mind. nothing. except when it comes to you and your happiness.

when fights or arguments happen he needs a moment (a long moment) to think and reflect. . . he puts himself in your position until he finds out what he needs to do.

he comforts you to no end though if your upset, lots of hugs and communication

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

i feel like he doesn't just casually kiss you (?) when you're around him he just holds you, firmly. sanemi always has a hand resting on you: shoulder, lower-back, linking his pinky with yours. at some point he (and probably you) wouldn't even notice the habit it anymore.

when he does kiss you its a whole ordeal, lifts your chin up, slow, passionate to full blown make-out session. usually never just a ❛quick kiss❜

the love aggression he'd feel sometimes-! just watching you. . . exist is so overwhelmingly adorable (he'd never say that exactly) just clenches his fists together and strings together a bunch of frustrated, mumbled swears

honestly, he's very competitive if you two were to play a game together. (a sore winner and loser)

when you're sick his way of comforting you is just quality time, he'll get your favorite snacks and make you as warm as possible, even laying down with you to keep you company. ask him for anything and he'll get it for you or make it better (maybe just this once)

(first) date ideas? none. he'll bring you somewhere that means a lot to him, even somewhere quiet where you can just. . . talk. if sanemi opens up a bit he'd be up for some fun (which usually involves danger or mischief) call it. . . part two of the date!

sometimes you'd just catch him smiling at you, a subtle peaceful stare with the ghost of a smile on his lips. (god, how did he get so lucky?)

fights would be the toughest. not usually because of the initial argument, but because of his inability to talk to you afterwards. disagreements get him frustrated for all the wrong reasons (usually at himself), and instead of dealing with them, he'd rather ignore them.

best thing he considers: is waking up with you next to him, just resting your head on his arm.

ooohh, actually after a while he wouldn't be able to sleep without you. ❛slept like shit❜

all relationships require work, and its definitely worth it! you're already his entire world, he just needs to learn how to show it more

and by god, this man would fight for you. need I explain? he worships you.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

im OBSESSED with demon slayer + ur work!!

could you pls do the hashira reaction to their s/o giving them lots of affection so they let their guard down, and then they suddenly start a pillow fight and tickle them?

This was funny in my head 😭

(HEY ANON! YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH MY WORK?? THAT’S CRAZY, THANK YOU SO MUCH. The kind words really mean a lot. Anyways I hope you enjoy this and have a wonderful day.)

Hashira with an Affectionate S/O

(Characters Included- All the Hashira)

(Warning: Fluff, fluff, fluff)

🦋Shinobu Kocho🦋

- Likes the affection you give her. Especially if you give her a massage after a long stressful day. She loves to reciprocate it back by tracing your scars or marks, giving you a quick peck on the lips, and etc.

- Unfortunately for you, if you decide to start any pillow fights, you’ll lose. Shinobu is very fast and can dodge your “attacks” easily. Having these silly little fights relieves her from the stresses of the world. She’s grateful that she can have these moments with you.

🐍Iguro Obanai🐍

- Not big on PDA cause he gets embarrassed but doesn’t mind small things like holding hands and the sort.

- Obanai was just enjoying the silence with you wrapped in his haori and saw you grab the pillow. He thought you were just adjusting it until it headed towards his face. He blocked it with his arm and before he could even say a word you tickled him. He flinched because he’s a little ticklish but managed to stop you. He was like “How dare you” afterwards, but secretly he didn’t mind this silly side of yours.

🍡Mitsuri Kanroji🍡

- Always accepts the affection openly. She’s big on PDA, everyone can instantly tell that you two are dating. Squeezes you in the biggest hug before letting you go to get oxygen.

- One day when you two were cuddling, you felt the need to choose (playful) violence. So you swiftly grabbed the nearest pillow and hit your girlfriend with it. When she felt a pillow hit her face it stunned her a bit but she quickly snapped out of it and fought back. Both you and her were laughing nonstop.

🔥Kyojuro Rengoku🔥

- He thinks your affectionate side is admirable. Always reciprocates it when he can. Some of his favorite things that you do is when you surprise him with a hug and lean on him whenever you’re tired or sleeping.

- When you started the pillow fight he chuckled at it and asked if you’re challenging him. As soon as you said yeah he’ll be like “Alright then, prepare yourself.” And the both of you will just have a good time being silly together.

🔊Tengen Uzui🔊

- He always smiles or chuckles at the affection. Definitely would crack your back if he hugged you back really hard. Though when you’re hugging him, he mainly puts one hand on your back while the other is patting your head.

- You won’t be able to surprise him, he’ll hear the pillow coming from a mile away and grab it. Once he has it he’ll throw it at you while saying something cocky like “You thought that you could sneak in an attack against ME?”

☁️Muichiro Tokito☁️

- He is confused at first on why you were so affectionate but he doesn’t mind it. Might be a little tense though.

- You’ll definitely catch him off guard if you hit him when he’s zoned out. He’ll instantly snap out of it and start dodging the pillows. If you tried to tickle him he’d grab your hand and tickle your stomach as revenge. He would be laughing while you’re trying to get free.

🌪️Sanemi Shinazugawa🌪️

- Secretly enjoys your affection but he mainly reciprocates it in private when it’s just you and him instead of in public.

- When the both of you were laying down together, you suddenly ticked him and he quickly moved away. He wouldn’t even face you because of the embarrassment because he didn’t want you to find out that he was a bit ticklish. (He will still deny it even after the incident)

🌊Giyuu Tomioka🌊

- He gets used to your affection after a few weeks of dating you. Tries to reciprocate but it’ll take him time. Though he does get better over time.

- He was all relaxed until you suddenly hit him in the face with a pillow. He would be confused about the sudden pillow fight. He’ll just sit there and blink at you while he’s still getting hit. Then he’ll question if he did something wrong so you’ll have to reassure him.

🪨Gyomei Himejima🪨

- Gyomei enjoys your affection and tries his best to reciprocate it. Though he’ll be a lot more gentle than you, for example if you hug him really tightly he’ll hug back gently because he doesn’t want to hurt you.

- He’s not ticklish so if you tried to tickle him it wouldn’t have an effect on him. Though he will be smiling at you cause he thinks you’re adorable.

Masterlist

[reticent-writer]

Hi I Can order the Hashiras with a S/o that has Scary Exotic animals like a Crocodile and a Hyena and that threatens to attack them If they do something to their bad With their Owner it would be a pretty cool scenario.

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ

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Rengoku

He is either scared or curious. There is no inbetween

If you ask him to feed it he would

He would ask you to put em away if company is coming. Especially family

Tengen

He would find it flashy and unique

Makio, Hina, Suma would be scared tho

Let's say you have a 2 hyenas.

If you have a seperate house they stay there. If not, you have a room just for them.

When people come over they go in their room

You feed them with you s/os

Obanai

He wouldn't mind

I'm mean his best friend is a snake, of course he wouldn't mind

Helps you feed em if he sees you forgot or were too busy

Sanemi

Scared af but to prideful to admit it

"Does it bite?" "Yeah but he won't bite you."

No matter what animal it is if it gets too close he wants to fight it.

Him and a wild animal under the same roof was not a good idea

Giyuu

To scared to say he is scared

Any exotic animal

He sees the animal just chilling and walks in another direction

Watches as you feed it big portions of meat. He can't help but imagine it's a human limb.

Luckily you can tell and keep him away from any animal you have

Muichirou

Forgets that you had an exotic animal and just walks in to your house and nearly kills it everytime

Not scared but prefers not to go near it

Shinobu

Not an anime person

She wouldn't mind your animal but she would like tokito prefers if it was far away from her

Mitsuri

Scared and not afraid to show it

Hides behind you at the mere site of the animal

Would eventually warm up the it though

✿✼:*ﾟ:.｡..｡.:*･ﾟﾟ･**･ﾟﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*ﾟ:*:✼✿　　

[yaetp1]

. ᕼOᙎ Tᕼᙓ ᕼᗩSᕼIᖇᗩ ᖇᙓᗩᙅT ᙎᕼᙓᑎ ᙀ ᖴIᖇST ᗩᖇᖇIᐯᙓ

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏!!

𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎!!

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜:

mᥲs𝗍ᥱr ᥣіs𝗍

іᥒ𝗍r᥆ძᥙᥴ𝗍і᥆ᥒ (𝗍᥆ ᥣᥱᥲrᥒ m᥆rᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 mᥱ)

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һіmіȷіmᥲ gᥡ᥆mᥱі

ᴀs ᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ, ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴɪɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴏꜰ sᴛᴏɴᴇ

“ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs, ⵊ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏɴᴇ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ, ɢʏᴏᴍᴇɪ ʜɪᴍɪᴊɪᴍᴀ. ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇs ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ.“

ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴡɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇ.

“ʜɪ, ⵊ'ᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴛʜᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ, ʟɪᴋᴇᴡɪsᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ. ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ɴᴏᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀs.

ʜᴇ sᴀᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄʜᴇᴇʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ. ᴛᴇᴀʀs ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʏ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴏꜰ ᴊᴏʏ.

ʜᴇ’s ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ.

ᥙzᥙі 𝗍ᥱᥒgᥱᥒ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʙᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀs.

’ᴊᴇᴇᴢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ...’

ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʙᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴀʀᴅɪɴᴇss. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ.

’ᴅᴀᴍɴɪᴛ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ⵊ'ᴍ ʟᴀᴛᴇ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ⵊ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴍᴀɴsɪᴏɴ!’

sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʟᴡᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴛ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴏʀ ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟ ʟᴏsᴛ ᴄᴏsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ 𝑟𝑢𝑑𝑒 ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘɪssᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏꜰꜰ.

“ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ?“

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ⵊ'ᴍ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ꜰᴏʀ ᴀsᴋɪɴɢ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ sᴀʀᴄᴀsᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛᴡᴏ sᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴘᴏɴʏᴛᴀɪʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴇᴍs ᴏʀ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ʜɪs ɴᴀɪʟs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴀᴡ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ.

ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴏɴs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ���ᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ.

“ᴏʜ! ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ sɪʀ, ᴜᴍ...ᴅᴏ ᴜ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴅ?!“

ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

“ᴀʀᴇ ᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ? ᴡᴏᴡ, ⵊ'ᴍ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, ɪᴛ's ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ“

ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ.

“ᴡᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀsᴇ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ɪᴍ ᴜᴢᴜɪ ᴛᴇɴɢᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀsʜɪᴇsᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ!“

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴜᴘ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ.

“ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ sᴍɪʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?“

ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴀʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ.

rᥱᥒg᥆kᥙ kᥡ᥆ȷᥙr᥆

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ɴɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢʟᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴛʜᴇɴ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ

“ᴜᴍᴀɪ! ᴜᴍᴀɪ!“

ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʟɪɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ɴᴏɪsᴇ. ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sʟɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴇᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰɪʀᴇʏ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴜɴᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴜᴅᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴛᴀᴛᴏᴇs.

“ᴜᴍᴀɪ! ᴜᴍᴀɪ!“

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴛ ꜰɪʀsᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴏɴᴇ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ʏᴇs? ᴍᴀʏ ⵊ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ?“

ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜʏ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴏʜ sᴏʀʀʏ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ⵊ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟᴏᴜᴅ!“

ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ

“ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴇs? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ?“

ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴡᴋᴡᴀʀᴅ.

“ᴜʜᴍ ʏᴇs! ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ.“

ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴏssɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs.

“ⵊ sᴇᴇ, sᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇs!“

ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ

“ᴍʜᴍ!“

“ⵊ'ᴍ ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ. ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs.“

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ“

ʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sɪᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, sɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.“

“ʙᴜᴛ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ?“

ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ.

“ᴏʜ sɪʟʟʏ ʏ/ɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 2 ʜᴏᴜʀs.“

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ! ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ!“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ʟᴇss ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ɪᴛ's ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇʟʏ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ! ɴᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, sɪᴛ. ⵊ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ Y/N ᴛʜᴇ (ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ) ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ.“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴅᴏɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴜ ᴅᴇᴄʟɪɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. ʜᴇ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʙᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɴᴏ.

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ, ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ʜɪs sᴍɪʟᴇ?

ʜᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

’ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴄᴇ, ⵊ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍɪᴛsᴜʀɪ? ᴏʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs? ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ? ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒．．ⵊ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ʏ/ɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʟʟ ᴅᴏ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ'ʟʟ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ.’

(ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜɪs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs🌚)

mᥙіᥴһіr᥆

(ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ʏᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴇ ᴀs ʜɪᴍ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ʙᴇ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟsᴏ ᴡᴇɪʀᴅ)

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇs ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴀᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sᴡɪꜰᴛʟʏ ɢʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɪʀ. sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄʟᴀsʜᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴀs ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴛɪᴘs ꜰʟᴇᴡ ᴘᴀsᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.

ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄʜᴀʀɢᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴍɪsᴛ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ sʟɪᴅᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ sʟɪᴅᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪsᴛ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰʟᴏᴏᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏᴄᴜsᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴇɴsᴇʟʏ.

ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪᴛ's sᴡᴏʀᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ɪᴛ's sᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʀᴇʟᴀxᴇᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ.

“ⵊs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ?..“

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ ʙᴏʟᴅʟʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ.

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ?“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʟᴜᴇ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs.

“ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ“

ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜɪs ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴜʀᴇ ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ sᴀɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ ᴏꜰ sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ“

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ.

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ 1, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴇʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ 2 ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?!“

“ⵊ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴋɪʟʟ. ᴅᴏᴇsɴᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs.“

“ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!“

“ɴᴏ“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ.

“ʙᴜᴛ ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜʏ ⵊ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ“

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ“

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ“

“ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ“

“ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ.“

’ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?’

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ. ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪssɪᴏɴ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟsᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀɢᴏᴛ!

“ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪᴍ ʟᴀᴛᴇ?!“

“ᴠᴇʀʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴜᴅᴇ“

“ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ“

“ʙᴜᴛ sɪɴ��ᴇ ᴡᴇ’ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢs sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ⵊ ɢᴜᴇss ⵊ'ʟʟ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ“

“ɪᴛ's ᴍᴜɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴋɪᴛᴏ, ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ⵊᴛ sᴇᴇᴍs ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ.“

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs

𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦， ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔． 𝐼 𝑏𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢．

sᥲᥒᥱmі

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴀʀsʜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ.

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅ. ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇs ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴀs ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏᴛ.

ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴀ ʀɪᴄᴇ ʙᴀʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀs ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ sɴᴀᴄᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛʟʏ ᴅʀᴜɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ

“....ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?“

ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴘᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴜᴘ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs.

ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀʏᴇᴅ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ɪɴ ʜɪs ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄᴀʀs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.

“ʜᴇʏ, ⵊ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!“

ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜɪs ᴇxᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ.

’ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ’

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ ᴏɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ? ᴛʜɪs ɪs ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ!“

“ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ⵊ'ᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ʟᴇss ᴛᴇɴsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ.

“...ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ?“

ʜᴇ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ, ᴀ sʟɪɢʜᴛ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪs ʟɪᴘs ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴅᴇ ɪᴛ..

“ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?“

“ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ“

“ʜᴀʜ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ! ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴀɴɴᴏʏɪɴɢ“

“ⵊ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴀʟ, ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs.“

ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀs ʜᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀs ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ.

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʙɪɢ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ“

𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢

gіᥡᥙᥙ

ɢɪʏᴜᴜ ᴡᴀs sɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs sɪʟᴇɴᴛʟʏ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ 5 ʙᴏᴡʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴɪsʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs sɪxᴛʜ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪs ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴘᴀsᴛ.

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴜʀᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢɪʏᴜᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇʀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ. ᴛʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ꜰɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʙᴇsɪᴅᴇs ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏɪsᴇ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇ sʟᴜʀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs...sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ

sɪɴᴄᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴏᴡʟs ᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ. ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ.

ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ! ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ..

ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ʀᴜɴɢ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ, ɢʀᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢs, sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛᴀᴜʀᴀɴᴛ ᴡᴀs. ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ sᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴡʜᴏ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪs ɴᴏᴏᴅʟᴇs ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴡʟ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ sᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴇᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ.

“ʜᴇʟʟᴏ!“

ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ɴɪᴄᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʟʟᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴡʜʏ ʜᴇ’ᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪᴍ.

ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘɪɴɢ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɪᴛ. ⵊ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.

ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʟʏ sᴏᴏɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴍᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴘɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛs ᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀʟᴋ.

𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤， ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑡

mі𝗍sᥙrі

ʏᴏᴜ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ���s ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʟɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ's ʜᴇᴀᴅ sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴜᴍʙꜰᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ sᴏ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴏʟ.

ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ.

“sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ! ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪs ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ!“

ᴍɪᴛsᴜʀɪs ᴊᴀᴡ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀɴᴛʟʏ.

’ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏsʜ! ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ!’

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ sᴇᴀᴛ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ. sʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ꜰʟᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴘɪɴᴋ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴇᴇɪɴɢ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀᴄᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜsʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

“ʜɪ!“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴘɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ.

sʟᴏᴡʟʏ sʜᴇ ʀᴇɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ ᴀs ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴀs ᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀss ʜᴇʀsᴇʟꜰ.

“ʜɪ! ⵊ'ᴍ ᴍɪᴛsᴜʀɪ ᴋᴀɴʀᴏᴊɪ, ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ!“

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴅᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪǫᴜᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ.

“ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ? ᴛʜᴀᴛ's sᴏ ᴄᴏᴏʟ! ⵊ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ“

ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴜsʜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴘɪɴᴋᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ sᴏ ꜰʀᴇᴇʟʏ.

“ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ᴄᴏᴏʟ?“

“ʏᴇᴀʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪɴᴋ ɪs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ. ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ!“

sʜᴇ ɢᴀsᴘᴇᴅ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪʟʏ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛs, ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ɪɴ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ“

sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ɢᴇᴍ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀs ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ

𝑆ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑒， 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ．

᥆ᑲᥲᥒᥲі

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ. ʜᴇ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ sᴇɴᴛ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇs ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ.

“ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɪɴɢ! ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀs“

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ..sᴏʀʀʏ!“

“ʏᴇᴀʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴄᴋs ⵊ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ! ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ ᴜsᴇʟᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ“

’sᴏᴄᴋs? sᴏᴄᴋs ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ? ʜᴇʀ? ᴡʜᴏ's ʜᴇʀ? ᴡʜʏ ɪs ʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ᴜɴɴᴇᴄᴇssᴀʀʏ ʙɪɢ ᴅᴇᴀʟ!’

ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪᴛ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏᴡ ʟɪꜰᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴘᴏᴏʀ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛ ꜰʟʏ ⵊ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴏɴ, ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴏsᴛ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs?“

“sᴏʀʀʏ sᴏʀʀʏ...“

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜʏ ᴍᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇs ᴏꜰ ᴇʟsᴇ ɪʟʟ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ“

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɢʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ, sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴡᴀsʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴏɴᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʀᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇs.

“sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sʜᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

“ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴏᴄᴋs ᴍᴀʏ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ“

“ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍʏ sɪɢʜᴛ“

ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴜss ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ʙᴀᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴀᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴍᴏᴏᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ.

ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜɪs ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖， 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑！

sһіᥒ᥆ᑲᥙ

（ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ 😍)

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀs ᴀ ᴋᴀᴋᴜsʜɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟʏ ᴍᴀɴsɪᴏɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴛɪᴍᴇs sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴᴛ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀꜰʟɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴏ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ. ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴅ sᴇᴇ ᴋᴀɴᴀᴏ, sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜs ᴛsᴜɢᴜᴋᴏ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ. ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ.

ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ᴍɪss ᴀᴏɪ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴅ sʟɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ.

ʜᴇᴀᴅs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʏᴇs sɴᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ. ᴍɪss sʜɪɴᴏʙᴜ, ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ. sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ sᴏꜰᴛʟʏ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ.

“ᴍʏ ᴍʏ, ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴋᴀᴋᴜsʜɪ ⵊ ᴘʀᴇsᴜᴍᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ.

“ʏᴇs ᴍᴀ’ᴀᴍ, sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇʀᴠɪᴄᴇ ᴍɪss.“

ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀʟsᴏ sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

“ⵊ sᴇᴇ, ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴ ᴜs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ“

��ᴏᴜ ᴊᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ.

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ sᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴅɪᴄɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ, ᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ“

sʜᴇ ɪɴsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴜs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴜʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ.

sʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴇsᴜʟᴛs, ᴛᴇsᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ.

ᴏɴᴄᴇ sʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀs, sʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴍɪɴᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴅᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ, ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏꜰꜰ.

“ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ʏ/ɴ, ⵊ'ᴍ ʀʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴍᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪss, ⵊ'ᴍ ɢʀᴀᴛᴇꜰᴜʟ ɪ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴍʏ ʙᴇsᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴀss“

ʜᴇʀ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴᴛ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ sᴇᴄ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ's ᴡᴏʀᴋ.

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑢 𝑘𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜： 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 1： 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑！

-ᥡᥲᥱ𝗍⍴1

᥆kᥲᥡ 𝗍һᥲ𝗍's і𝗍! і һ᥆⍴ᥱ 𝗍һіs ძ᥆ᥱsᥒ'𝗍 sᥱᥱm 𝗍᥆ rᥙsһᥱძ ᥲs 𝗍һіs ᥲᥴ𝗍ᥙᥲᥣᥣᥡ rᥱsᥱ𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱrᥡ𝗍һіᥒg і ᥕr᥆𝗍ᥱ ᥲᥒძ і һᥲძ 𝗍᥆ rᥱᥕrі𝗍ᥱ і𝗍 ᥕһіᥴһ kіᥒძᥲ mᥲძᥱ mᥱ ᥙ⍴sᥱ𝗍 s᥆ і ᥕᥱᥒ𝗍 ᥆𝖿𝖿 ᥆𝖿 mᥱm᥆rᥡ. ᑲᥙ𝗍 𝗍һᥲᥒk𝖿ᥙᥣᥣᥡ і𝗍 ᥆ᥒᥣᥡ rᥱsᥱ𝗍 mᥡ ᥕ᥆rk 𝗍᥆ ᥕһᥱᥒ і ᥕᥲs ᥕrі𝗍іᥒg 𝖿᥆r mᥙіᥴһіr᥆ ᥲᥒძ ᥒ᥆𝗍 ᥱ᥎ᥱrᥡ𝗍һіᥒg ᥱᥣsᥱ. s᥆ і𝗍 ᥕᥲs ᥲᥒ g᥆᥆ძ һᥱᥲძ s𝗍ᥲr𝗍 𝖿᥆r mᥱ.

і һ᥆⍴ᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ ᥱᥒȷ᥆ᥡᥱძ, m᥆rᥱ ᥴ᥆mіᥒg s᥆᥆ᥒ ᥲᥒძ rᥱm��mᑲᥱr 𝗍᥆ ᑲᥱ ⍴ᥲі𝗍ᥱᥒ𝗍 ᥕі𝗍һ mᥱ!

-ᥡᥲᥱ𝗍⍴1

[bones4thecats]

Hi can u write 🐇 prompt 9 for sanemi shinazugawa ty

🐇Quote-Prompt 9 w/ KnY! Sanemi

Character: Sanemi Shinazugawa Requester: 🍃Anon A/N: I'll nickname you 🍃Anon since that's the emoji I use for Sanemi. Please use that every time if you request in the future, thanks! Also there is mentions of having an adoptive child (allowing the Reader to stay GN). Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing ⚠️

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╚═════ Sanemi Shinazugawa ══════════════════════╝

🍃 Whenever your husband was sent out on a mission for a prolonged time, he would send you many letters. And when the mission was finished, he would send his crow back to give you a letter with a small object that he found in a nearby town that he figured you'd like

🍃 As he was strained from his work, he took a deep breath as he saw your shared estate come into view. The sound of little snores from your young adoptive-son laying his head on a pillow making Sanemi chuckle and pick him up to put him to bed

"You shouldn't be staying up whenever I come home, Rai."

🍃 As he tucked the young boy in his futon, pulling a blanket onto him, he heard footsteps behind him, which caused him to look up with his sword at the ready just in case

🍃 Sanemi then noticed you were standing there with a small smile, which allowed him to lower his guard back down and mess with his son's hair slightly

🍃 The Wind Hashira then stood up and walked up to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection and kissing your forehead gently. You then looked up and him and motioned for him to follow you to bed

🍃 Thankfully, your husband had bathed right before he came home, so he wasn't drenched in sweat. So, as he laid down next to you, you weren't bombarded with his stench like you were the first few times you were sharing a home with him

🍃 You laid on your right side as Sanemi held you from behind, laying his chin on your shoulder and allowing his hand to mess with yours while his other was stuffed underneath your stomach and holding your waist

"It's good to be laying beside you again, my Love."

"I agree."

🍃 You could feel his slightly rough fingers messing with your softer ones before interlocking in the same way they did when he confessed to you back when you were younger

"Y'know Y/N, I like how your hand looks in mine." He admitted, a slight coat of blush laying on his cheeks.

"I agree." You mocked his voice as you spoke, making him chuckle sleepily as you nuzzled your head into his own as he slightly moved with his voice.

🍃 Sanemi raised your hand to his mouth and gave it a loving kiss before tilting his head once more to kiss your cheek and then your lips before allowing his eyes to close fully and begin to finally rest properly after the multiple days away

"I love you, my dear."

"I love you as well, Sanemi."

[mmm-fuji]

IF SANEMI'S GIRLFRIEND IGNORE HIM

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA x reader

A!N: This idea came to me today while I was sleeping😅 sorry for any errors and happy reading❣️

CW: I'll leave it to your imagination what will happen in the end😉

:<<PLEASE Y/N WE WILL HAVE A LOT OF FUN>>: Mitsuri screamed.

that day she had a free house and was annoyingly begging you to come to her sleepover with Shinobu.

:<<ugh, okay Karonji I'll come to your sleepover>>:

you said, tired of her complaints that had been going on all day and it was now evening.

After a slight ''yuppie'' from Mitsuri you quickly packed your backpack with some pajamas and said goodbye to your white-haired boyfriend who was watching TV in your house and you set off towards Karonji's house.

The rest of the evening went very well; you ate and drank and stayed up late playing truth and dare.

:<<It's your turn y/n>>: Shinobu said before taking a long drink from her bottle of beer.

:<< I choose to dare, your dares are all so boring >>:

:<<well then I dare you to ignore your boyfriend for a whole day or the penance will be to eat food cooked by Rengoku >>:

You almost choked on the coke, why would you ever do that?

but it was just a stupid game and moreover Rengoku charred everything he cooked with the extreme temperatures with which he heated the food...

:<< I'm in, I'm not a fucking coward >>:

The next morning you returned home to your boyfriend who was already up and preparing breakfast for you.

As soon as he saw you he leaned closer to you and placed his lips on your cheek for a sweet kiss.

: << Good morning love, do you prefer a savory or sweet breakfast? >>: he asks you in a sweet way.

But there was no answer to that question.

Sanemi repeated the question thinking you hadn't heard but when there was no response again he felt very confused.

: << darling? >>: he asked while you ignored him again.

You went to your room quietly as he continued to watch you disappear into the room very confused.

In the evening, after you were locked in your room talking to Mitsuri about how hard it was for you to ignore Sanemi, you went to the living room.

:<<shall we order a pizza?>>: you heard Sanemi talking behind your back.

You felt a tug in your heart as you continued to ignore his words.

Before you could do anything he trapped you against the nearest wall by caging you in his arms and bringing his face closer to yours.

You haven't gotten intimate with your boyfriend yet so his approach made your cheeks warm.

: << don't try to ignore me and tell me, what's happening? >>: he whispered, moving closer to your face.

You continued to ignore him, trying to ignore his beautiful lavender eyes looking at you expectantly.

He grabbed your hips, digging his fingers in and whispered in your ear.

: <<please, tell me what's happening>>: he said desperately, nibbling your ear.

Is he trying to make you pity?? because he is succeeding

in the end you couldn't stand it and admitted everything that had happened.

: <<So it was all fake?? >>: after a light sigh he picked you up and took you to your room.

:<<what are you doing??>>: you squirmed

:<< I will show you that joking with me is not always the best option because since I haven't heard your beautiful voice pronounce my name for the whole day, to make up for this lack I decided that tonight you will shout it all the time.> >:

In the end, eating charred rengoku food won't be so bad, right?

[pumpkin-cake]

Requests Open!

I'm hoping to start writing again now that I have a pc, so throw out any requests you have for:

Umbrella Academy (The main 7)

Saw (Adam Stanheight, Lawrence Gordon, MARK HOFFMAN, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, John Kramer [only father figure John, I can't see him as a romantic despite Jill])

Hunter x Hunter (Kurapika, Wing, Chrollo, Leorio, Gon and Killua PLATONICALLY such as a mother figure reader or sibling figure reader)

Stranger Things (Everyone except Billy who is a maybe depending on what prompt)

Leon Kennedy

Scream (Stu and Billy)

Stardew Valley (All bachelor(ettes) including Robin and Caroline)

Jujutsu Kaisen (not Sukuna)

Demon Slayer (Kamoboko Squad, Hashiras, Muzan)

Persona 5 (All Phantom Thieves except Futaba)

Gravity Falls (The adult Pines twins, will do platonic for the young twins)

Logan/Wolverine

Fields of Mistria

Criminal Minds (Most Season One folks, especially Hotchner and Reid)

I'll do light smut for most everyone, obviously not the literal children. Thank you in advance :)

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