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ayyy-pee · 4 months ago

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ℍ𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕤

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Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Female Reader

Summary: But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

Sanemi is just so down bad for reader.

Story Warning: Smut, Alley Sex, P in V sex, Profanity bc c'mon...it's me, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Sanemi being bad at feelings, Secret Flings, Secretly in Love, Sneaking Around, Some canon Giyuu hate from Sanemi, Reader is a Hashira too!

Art by: krit961 (Twitter)

A/N: This is my first time writing for this fandom ever, but the Sanemi brainrot has been so INSANELY strong I just had to write SOMETHING up. It's nothing crazy and I'm rusty because it's been awhile for me but ugh. THIS ONE IS FOR YOU SANEMI!!!! Also shoutout to @lemonlover1110 for helping me with the title!

“We should head back…” You sigh, breaths coming rapidly. “Before…” A quiet gasp interrupts your words when you feel the sting of teeth sinking into your neck. “Before the others notice…”

”Fuck the others,” a gravelly voice growls into the juncture of your neck. Large hands grasp your thighs hard, holding them wide open as a hard form sits between them. “Don’t give a fuck if they notice, either. Maybe Tomioka will stop staring like a lovesick puppy if he figures it out.”

He buries his face further into your neck, grumbling against your skin. Something along the lines of “I hate that guy” and “I should gouge his eyes out”.

Your fingers slip into the snowy white tresses at the nape of his neck, gripping hard and pulling so that you can see his face. Pretty, long lashes cover hooded purple eyes that soften the moment they catch sight of you. The softness is such a contrast to the deep, pitted scars scattered along his face. But he’s beautiful all the same.

“Sanemi…”

At the sound of his name on your lips, he rolls his eyes. “If you’re gonna defend him–”

“Sanemi –”

“I don’t wanna hear it.”

Your lips set into a deep frown, and Sanemi matches your expression, stubborn as ever. “What is your issue with Giyuu anyway?”

Sanemi scoffs, “Giyuuuuuu,” he mocks with a nasally tone. “Stop talking about him.”

“You brought him up!”

His mouth finds yours, rough and hungry, all consuming. It’s all teeth and tongue, nipping at your lips because he knows they’ll still be just swollen enough by the time you both get back. He’s marking his territory in his own way, as much as he can. Possessive and jealous, even when he knows he has no reason to be, no right to be. But he can’t help it.

You don’t belong to him, you don’t belong to anyone. Because you know it wouldn’t be smart to commit to any one person. Not in this line of work.

Sanemi has you pressed against the bamboo fencing in the darkest part of an alleyway, just outside of the Ubuyashiki Mansion with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist. It’s your usual meeting spot when you’ve been separated for some time, both of you too impatient to wait until the early morning hours when the Hashira meeting has finally ended to see each other.

“Fuck me,” Sanemi groans against your lips. He places an arm beneath your ass, holding you up as his other hand hikes your uniform skirt up to your waist. “Swear this gets shorter every time I see you.”

A giggle slips past your lips, because it absolutely gets shorter every time he sees you. You do it on purpose because you know it drives Sanemi up the wall to see little peeks of your ass and not be able to do anything about it. Makes him even crazier that he knows others can see it, too, and he can’t do anything but shoot death glares at anyone who dares to let their gazes roam.

But you can’t let Sanemi know that. So you pout, laying your palms against his exposed chest and tracing his scars with your fingertips. You watch as his eyes flutter, sensitive to the touch. “You don’t like it? I can always request a change in uniform…”

Sanemi groans, leaning forward and kissing you hard. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare.” He presses his groin into your, evidence of his arousal against your soaking core. “You look so good in it.” His hand slinks between your bodies, thumb going straight to your clit, where he presses down, a shit eating grin spreading across his face when your back arches off the wall and you moan. “Look even better in it when you’re making that face.”

Your nails dig into his scars and Sanemi’s reaction is automatic, hips rocking forward roughly and now you’re both whining into each other’s mouths. You’re sure if anyone came across the two of you, you’d appear as this horny couple who couldn’t bother to wait until they got home to dry hump each other. And outside of the couple part, they’d be correct. Sanemi ruts against you, his erection running deliciously along your clothed cunt. Your lips slot together, tongues deep in each other’s mouths as Sanemi grunts into yours, and you keen into his.

There’s not much time to waste, you’re meant to be at the mansion soon. It would be suspicious if one Hashira, let alone two were missing when the Master arrived and if asked, the crows would spill your secrets in a heartbeat. You need to hurry. And Sanemi feels the pressure too. Even though he loves to annoy you pretending he doesn’t care about being late or cluing in the others on what’s going on, he would never disrespect the Master.

Pausing his movements and leaning back to peer down at you, Sanemi sighs. He’s so painfully hard, his length throbbing within the confines of his uniform as he drinks in the sight of your kiss swollen lips, just the way he wanted them. And your face flushed, pupils blown wide as all hell with arousal. He’s sure he looks much the same, knowing you’re just as possessive as he is, though you hardly show it. It’s simply easier to hide your little territorial marks, the scratches you leave on him when they blend in so well among the rest of his scars.

Your fingers ghost along his chest, finding his nipples and you pinch the hardening buds, smirking when you see the way Sanemi’s eyes almost roll back. He can’t take another fucking second of this teasing. Not after he hasn’t seen you in who knows how long. He wants you badly that even your voice is enough to make him ruin his pants right now. It’s the semi-annual Hashira meeting tonight and he’s not willing to wait until Himejima is done yapping to have you.

Sanemi tugs at his uniform, getting his pants down just barely enough to pull his cock out. The tip is angry, red, just as desperate to be inside you as Sanemi. It glistens with his desire for you and you only.

“Gonna fuck you now, okay?” He tells you, hooking a finger into your undergarments and pulling them to the side. He runs his digits through your folds, hissing when he feels how drenched you are. It helps when he slips two fingers into you, mouth falling open when you throw your head back with a cry, your walls clamping around him. This Sanemi’s favorite part. Watching the way your brows knit together, how your pretty teeth dig into your plush bottom lip to bite back your moans, how your pussy makes the most lewd noises as he pumps his fingers into you.

You are glorious.

Always have been. It’s why he can never get enough of you. You’re insanely strong, clearly. You’re a Hashira, standing alongside him and some of the strongest in the corps. But you’re also blessed with a beauty that rivals every woman Sanemi has ever laid eyes on. He’s drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, ways he doesn’t need an explanation for. It’s why he hates catching the little glances from a certain other Hashira. Not that anyone knows what you two have going on, but all Sanemi knows is that he –

“Sanemi…” you whimper, eyes gazing softly at him. “Please. I need you.”

And he doesn’t need to hear more. His lips crash against yours as he swiftly pulls his fingers from you, gripping his length tightly and pumping himself. “How bad do you need me?” He asks. Because he needs you so fucking bad right now he can’t think straight. His mind is foggy, his body burns with his lust for you.

“So, so bad, Sanemi,” you loop your arms around his neck, kissing him just as eagerly as he kisses you. “I need you more than anything.”

Sanemi groans, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance. But his eyes never leave your face, even as the tip breaches your walls and makes him want to shut his eyes and focus on not cumming embarrassingly fast. He wants to see you, watch the way you lose yourself when he splits you open. The thought of it has him pulsing painfully in his hand. He rolls his hips forward, slowly, gritting his teeth when your wet warmth envelops him. “Still so goddamn tight for me,” he grunts. “Your greedy cunt is sucking me right in, fuck.”

Your nails dig into the fabric of Sanemi’s shirt, hanging on for dear life as Sanemi pushes deeper and deeper into you. As many times as you’ve been in this position with Sanemi, it always feels like the first time. He’s so long and thick, you have to adjust every time he slips into you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and Sanemi pauses.

“You okay?”

“Yes…just…fuck me, please, Sanemi…”

He grips your thighs, pushing you back against the bamboo fencing to hold you in place. And then he thrusts forward, bottoming out in one swift motion and you both cry out in unison, the overwhelming pleasure making you both shudder.

“Fucking hell,” Sanemi sighs. He places his hands beneath your ass, keeping you still while he rears his hips back, only to slam back into you over and over. He pounds into your pussy at a relentless pace. Half because you’re on one hell of a time crunch, and half because he can’t help it. He feels animalistic when it comes to you, fucking into you mindlessly because it just feels so goddamn incredible. Every thrust feels better than the last, your warm walls clenching around him with each snap of his hips.

“I can’t go that long without you again…” Sanemi croaks, catching himself because he feels he’s getting too sentimental. “...without your pretty little pussy.”

“God, just say you missed me, you asshole.” You tell him, moving your own hips to meet his strokes. Though your words come out as more of this pathetic whimper than an actual demand and it makes Sanemi’s hips stutter. Just briefly. His hands on your ass lift you up before pulling you to sink back down on him.

Sanemi chuckles, leaning back just enough so that he can look between your bodies, watch the sticky strings of your slick connecting you, watch how his dick disappears. “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!” You cry when Sanemi hits a particularly tender spot. “Shit, I missed you so much, Sanemi.”

His brows rise, a little surprised by the confession, and a loud one at that. “Oh?” He kisses you hard, keeping his pace. Your confession turns him on more than he’s willing to admit. He missed you, too, though it’s harder for him to say so. Instead he fucks all of his feelings into you.

How he misses you when you’re apart, because his thoughts are dangerously distracted wondering what you’re doing, who you’re with, if you’re alive.

How he wishes you’d be assigned missions together, so he could watch you tear a demon's head straight from their shoulders. Then find somewhere to stay the night so he can fuck you on every surface possible (He’s done this with you before. He wants to do it with you again).

How he wishes he could open his mouth and tell you how he truly feels.

But those feelings have always been foreign to him. Sanemi is lucky you understand his silence, that you accept his actions for what they are and let them speak for him. You accept everything he gives you happily. And as you tighten your legs around his waist, as you quietly let your pleasure be heard by him and him alone, as your walls clamp down around him with your release, convulsing and pulling him into you, Sanemi can only thank the Gods for every shitty circumstance that led him to you.

Does he deserve you? Probably not. Does he care? Absolutely not.

Because you chose him. This secret…whatever this is. Out of anyone in this world, you chose Sanemi.

And it’s enough to send him over the edge with you, gasping desperately for air as he tries to find your lips again. He closes his eyes, pushing himself as deep as he can as his release floods your walls. It’s so much, a build up over time and he knows his seed will be dripping out of your core before he’s even had a chance to pull out. It’s always this way. Because Sanemi doesn’t bother entertaining other women when he’s away. He only wants you. So the second he’s within the same vicinity as you, he has literally so much to give.

You never seem to mind.

Sanemi breaks the messy kiss, placing gentle, sweet pecks to your cheek before he leans back to stare down at you. That fucked out look on your face almost has him getting hard again. But you don’t have time for that, so he just watches you and you watch him. And he’s glad for the fact that you can’t see the way his mind is racing with only thoughts of you, thoughts of this feeling he’s buried so deep trying to claw its way up Sanemi’s throat.

But you can see - in those deep violet eyes of his - three little words swimming behind them that he's been itching to say to you for quite some time now. You want to say them too, have for as long as you can remember.

But you're both Hashira. It's already enough that you both keep towing this dangerous line, finding yourselves in this exact predicament more often than not.

It's a little more than ridiculous actually, the way neither of you can resist sneaking glances, hiding touches, making excuses to leave on missions together. You and Sanemi…you're drawn to each other, your strings of fate knotted tightly together. It’s become impossible to leave each other alone. You don't think you'd be able to resist what you're doing even if you met as two civilians on the street. Hell, you couldn't resist each other all those years ago when you were low ranked corps members.

Training was a confusing hell back then, every session filled to the brim with fury and a strange and thick tension neither of you could put your finger on until way down the line. It wasn't until one particular training session when Sanemi had you pinned to the ground, his strong hips pressing into yours, that you then understood what that tension was. The evidence was apparent in the way Sanemi's hard stare bore into yours, how the heat between your legs began to ignite when you felt Sanemi’s thick length pulse against you, how something akin to a whimper fell from his lips when his gaze snapped down quickly just in time to watch the hem of your uniform skirt slip further, enough for him to see the way your bodies seemed to just…fit.

Then his eyes were back on your face, your lips, now parted as harsh breaths escaped you. Your eyes, wide and wanting, peered up at him from beneath your lashes and Sanemi remembers this being the very moment he stopped denying what he had always known. You are breathtakingly beautiful. He also recalls this being the moment he knew he was done for.

So when your hands found themselves placed against his not yet scarred chest, balling the sweaty fabric of his shirt in your fists…when he leaned closer and curiously rolled his hips against your clothed core and heard you let out the most captivating sound he'd ever heard, a sound he's been obsessed with since he's heard it…when he pressed his lips lightly to yours and you whispered into his mouth “I've never done this before”.

Yeah, Sanemi knew then that he was fucked.

And though that night was not the night you'd given your virginity to Sanemi - that would happen years later - it was the night Sanemi tasted you for the first time. And he devoured you time and time again like a man starved. He would have you any way and any time that he could, if you allowed him.

That was only the beginning.

Not much has changed in the years that you have been keeping up this arrangement with Sanemi. It's the only thing that you both keep coming back to, the only thing that feels solid. Though you both know it's stupid to feel as if anything in this line of work is not at risk.

Every night that you lie awake, together or not, is a reminder. Every semi-annual meeting with the Hashira, mentally taking a headcount of everyone is a reminder. Every Hashira meeting without Rengoku, without Tengen is a reminder.

Death is always standing just outside your door.

You can't afford to delude yourselves into thinking you can freely love and care for each other. Not until this thousand year war is over. Not until you are free to roam beneath the stars together without the scent of blood, the cries of pain and loss tainting the night.

So, as you and Sanemi slip into the gates of the Ubuyashiki Mansion, your fingers brush together just briefly - a silent display of those words you dare not mutter aloud. You make your way to your respective places amongst the strongest of the Demon Slayer corps; you, next to Tomioka and Sanemi beside the Serpent Hashira. And while you quietly mingle with those around you before the Master appears, you miss the hushed conversation further down the line.

“You reek of her,” Obanai remarks. Resting around his shoulders, his snake whips his tongue out at Sanemi in almost an agreement.

“Shut up.”

“You're more tense than normal. Did you finally confess? Did she reject your advances?”

“I said shut up,” Sanemi growls. The chatter of everyone is already grinding on his nerves and your voice is not helping. He wants to look at you. See what - or who - has you giggling and speaking so sweetly that it's making him sick. It shouldn't matter. You can talk to whoever you want.

‘Except Tomioka,’ Sanemi thinks. But it's only because he's so clearly in love with you! He can't understand how you don't see it.

“Looks like Tomioka is making his move,” Obanai notes quietly, like he read Sanemi’s mind.

Sanemi can hear the teasing tone in his voice. The asshole is really getting a kick out of this. Even still, it's enough to have Sanemi’s gaze snapping over to you just in time to see Tomioka and you smiling sweetly at each other, nodding and whispering amongst yourselves.

It shouldn't make Sanemi as upset as it does, just seeing you enjoy yourself with him, seeing him enjoy himself with you. Your smiles, your laughs, your kindness. It should only be for Sanemi. But you're a kind person…too kind. So kind you'd allow a monster like himself to fall in love with you.

Tomioka is much kinder, more understanding, better for you than Sanemi could ever be.

And so, seeing you and him bond…Well, it fills Sanemi with a rage so hot he finds himself standing, eyes locked on the back of your head. You must feel it, his gaze beating down on you like rays of heat from the sun itself, because you fall silent and your head snaps around. Your eyes find Sanemi's immediately, gaze wide and questioning.

Tomioka looks confused as well. ‘Good,’ Sanemi thinks. He can't wait to see the look on the Water Hashira's face when Sanemi does what he's been wanting to, but admittedly too scared to do for so long – claim you as his in front of everyone.

He lets the fumes of his anger fuel him, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw hurts. And then he's opening his mouth to speak, tongue on the roof of his mouth as all other chatter dies and the eyes of the other Hashira land on him.

“I lo-”

“The Master has arrived!” Twin voices call in unison.

And it's like muscle memory for every single Hashira, falling in line on one knee with their heads bowed as the Master approaches. His arrival extinguishes the fire that burned hazardously within Sanemi just seconds before, soothes the scorching left behind. His head is clear now, the reminder of why you both choose to keep your meetings between just you two evident.

You have a job to do. Defeating this evil comes before all things, even you. Though with the way Sanemi almost blew the lid off of your secret, he's not sure how much longer can go on without openly being with you.

But it sparks something within him - a new fire. One that burns solely for one purpose.

To defeat Kibutsuji Muzan…so that he can finally, and fully have you.

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midnightwriter21 · 1 year ago

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demon slayer hcs: the hashira men & their favorite types of kisses

characters: giyuu, tengen, sanemi, rengoku, obanai, muichiro, x fem!reader

warnings: fluffffff, strong language in sanemi’s (i called him a mean name :/)

AN: muichiro is aged up!!! also no gyomei bc i don’t write for him sry :/

i love them

GIYUU

this man is so soft

GIVING: kisses to the top of your head

like in the morning when you first wake up

after you make your coffee or tea or whatever u drink

your standing in the kitchen looking out of the window

and he comes up behind you

wraps his arms around your waist

your back pressed against his chest

and he just gives the sweetest lil kiss to the crown of your head

RECEIVING: nose kisses!!

fastest way to bring this man to his knees i swear

just something about you being so close to him but NOT pressing your lips to his

it’s both endearing and annoying lol

but really he loves it

finds it adorable and so so innocent

TENGEN

i want to be his 4th wife SO bad

anyways

GIVING: soft pecks on the lips

now

do not be fooled

tengen may start off with a soft quick peck

but the SECOND he pulls away

he’s coming back for more

how could he not?

he’s obsessed w u i’m ngl

anyways he’s comin back for another kiss

ands it’s not soft

and it’s not quick

after that initial peck it’s turning into a full on nasty slobbery makeout sesh

yuck

please let me experience this w him

he enjoys the soft pecks because he knows what’s coming after

RECEIVING: a sweet kiss on the arm

now tengens favorite kiss to receive is a lot more intimate than the ones he gives out

when you’re taking a walk together

holding hands

maybe you stop to look at a nice view

and you lean into his side

and give him a chaste kiss on his bicep before leaning your head against it

awhhhh

tengen is internally dying at how cute u are

i’m internally dying at how cute this is

SANEMI

my BOYFRIENDDDDDD

i’m sanemi trash and what abt it

GIVING: a neck kiss

NOW

before y’all get nasty thoughts

cause ik y’all did

this is innocent

he gives these kisses in the morning when he first wakes up

you’re probably still asleep

and he sits up enough to rest his head in his hand and just looks at you

thinking about how lucky he is

how gorgeous you are

he lays back down, pulling your body close to his

and he buries his head in the crook of your neck

laying a sweet kiss on your neck

on your pulse point

likes feeling the beat of your heart

it’s soothing to him

after he pulls away from your neck he cuddles you even closer than before

if that’s even possible

and goes back to sleep until it’s time for him to leave for a mission

RECEIVING: kisses to his scars

now we all know sanemi is a dumbass bitch that basically self harms right? okay right

when y’all have some downtime

and you settle yourself into his lap facing him

when u launch yourself at him and start littering his body with kisses

kissing each and every scar available to you

this man

MELTS

he MELTS BRO

to him, this is you letting him know how important he is to you

how beautiful he is to you

his ears are bright red

but he’s a puddle underneath you now

RENGOKU

SUNSHINE MAN

such a gentleman!!!

sweetest human ever!!!

GIVING: all of the kisses!!

i’m talking forehead kiss, kiss to the top of your head, kiss on your cheek, kissing your hand

he loves you and wants you to know it

WANTS EVERYONE TO KNOW IT

how does he get everyone to know it?

by showering you in kisses of course!

low key more PDA w kyo then w tengen

but ofc he keeps it PG while tengen doesn’t lololol

RECEIVING: tippy toe kisses!!

this. is. my. fav. hc. for. him. ever.

he does NOT bend down to kiss you on the lips

simply will not do it

when you have to press up onto your tip toes and balance yourself by pressing your hands against his chest to kiss him

he thinks it’s adorable

he doesn’t mean to tease you or make you annoyed

but if you’re not basically climbing him to give him a kiss

then he. don’t. want. it.

it’s just so endearing to see you work for it

OBANAI

off brand orochimaru

*cough cough* ignore that^

i love him really i swear

ANYWAYS

GIVING: kisses to your hands

he may come off as a mean and scary little gremlin

but for u

he is as soft as a cotton ball

at this point you cannot hold hands w snake boy without him bringing your hands to his mouth and him laying a kiss on the back of your hand

get your nails done? show obanai

cause he’s taking your hand and laying a kiss to each finger

when y’all are laying in bed talking

he’s playing with ur hand

and he’s pressing a kiss to your ring finger!!!!!!

he’s gonna put a ring there someday soon omm

RECEIVING: a kiss to the corner of his mouth

y’all prolly coulda guessed this one if yk anything abt snake bby

but

when y’all are alone

and the bottom half of his face is uncovered

first of all- cover his WHOLE face in kisses

and then pay extra attention to the corners of his mouth

lay a kiss on the outer corner of the scars

and lay a kiss on the inner corner of the scars, right next to his mouth

repeat on the other side.

it’s mandatory when ur dating him i don’t make the rules

he’s insecure abt the scars

doesn’t want to freak people out when they see them

so for you to KISS THEM???

yeah

he’s gonna marry u fs

MUICHIRO

HE’S SO PRETTYYYYYYY

protect this boy at all costs

GIVING: forehead kiss

he is so sweet

an angel fr

there is not a single. day.

that muichiro is not laying a fat kiss

in the middle of ur forehead

oh he gets called out for a mission?

he’s kissing u on the forehead before running out the door

you cooked him dinner?

he’s kissing u on the forehead and then making his plate

y’all laying in the bed about to go to sleep?

he’s kissing u on the forehead before pulling you close to him for a snuggle

you’re doing anything?

HE’S KISSING U ON THE FOREHEAD

yeah

did i mention he’s kissing u on the forehead?

RECEIVING: surprise kisses

now

he’s a hashira so catching him off guard is quite the task

but!!!

if u manage to do it

like if he’s at the butterfly mansion

talking with tanjiro or som

his guard is down

sneak up on him and lay a kiss on his cheek before running away laughing

bro blushes red af

and then a cute lil smile stretches across his face

sometimes he’ll know you’re sneaking up on him

but he’ll let you do it anyways

he loves hearing your giggle as you run away thinking u caught him by surprise

he’s so in love w u

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xxlady-lunaxx · 4 months ago

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hsjsjsjdhdhd love your sanegiyuu+ kamado siblings notes omg pls write it if you want!!! i would love to see it fully fleshed out.

and pls take your time w my requests!!! i am always willing to wait 💜

i mean technically it was your idea so lots of props to you<3 also i'm glad you don't mind bc fuck i've been taking so long 😭

For a while now, Sanemi's had his eyes set on Giyuu. If asked, he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint a specific time when stirrings began to make their appearances. But did it really matter?

After a couple sessions of ranting about Giyuu and a couple more lectures by Obanai to just ask the fucking man out, he steeled himself to the task, asking his crow for directions and marching towards Giyuu's estate. As it turned out, fate seemed to have other things in mind.

Tanjiro and Nezuko were at Giyuu's house that evening, crowding around him and overwhelming him with lively chatter—though it was mostly Tanjiro. As they spoke, a sudden aroma of ohagi and tea hit Tanjiro and he froze, an almost frown threatening to wilt his smile. Sanemi was here, and he was coming. He turned to Nezuko, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"Nezuko, we have to protect Giyuu-san now, okay? Shinazugawa-san's coming here and he's mean—he's the one who stabbed you, remember?"

Nezuko gave a quick nod, still clinging onto Giyuu's arm.

Giyuu noticed the new presence a second later and Sanemi's appearance became visible as he started down the path towards Giyuu's house and the trio.

"Shinazugawa...? Why is he here?" Giyuu muttered, mostly to himself.

His words brought an instantaneous result and Tanjiro and Nezuko latched onto him, swarming him with distractions. He stumbled slightly at the sudden amount of complete and utter attention, blinking quickly and trying to keep up with their conversations.

Sanemi, who was only a couple yards away now, was scowling. Because of course the Kamado's were here. Of course. But they annoyed him so much and he really wanted to scream now. But he kept going because no doubt Obanai would berate him if he came back and reported that he hadn't even tried.

As he gained closer ground, Tanjiro peeked back and glared furiously at him, his usually soft and smile-graced face now contorted in a stupid, petty frown. Honestly, Sanemi wanted to laugh. And run away. Because Hashira or not he understood perfectly well the overprotectiveness siblings could hold and Giyuu and the Kamados were basically family at this point so he was sure this wouldn't end well.

Nevertheless, he approached Giyuu whose head tilted so adorably in question. As Sanemi went to speak, Nezuko pulled on Giyuu's haori sleeve, mumbling something unintelligible. Apparently, Giyuu understood because he picked her up, bouncing her gently on his hip. Tanjiro skirted in front of Giyuu, creating some sort of human blockade which seemed to be to stop Sanemi from talking. Irritating, but he would have to make do.

"Hey, uh, Tomioka?" Sanemi started. His words were drowned out by a sudden stream of mostly incoherent sentences that Tanjiro shouted, pushing tons of enthusiasm into, shooting Sanemi another glower before going back to Giyuu.

Sanemi let out a breath and said, louder this time, "Tomioka! Tomioka- Uh, God, can you hear me...?"

Giyuu seemed unable to make sense of anything now as Nezuko joined in, huffing and mumbling, adding to the chaos of sound. Tanjiro turned slightly to Sanemi, just enough so he could see the grin that accompanied his chorus of words.

"Shit- Can you guys just shut the fuck up?!" Sanemi snapped, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Nezuko made a sound equivelant to a gasp and gave Sanemi an accusing look, crossing her arms. Tanjiro, delivering a similar reaction, reached up to cover Nezuko's ears.

Giyuu frowned. "Don't swear in front of innocent children, Shinazugawa... It's not very moral."

Sanemi scoffed. "Innocent? They're children of the fucking devil, for god's sake!"

Tanjiro waved his hand at Sanemi as if he were a fly as Giyuu held Nezuko closer to himself protectively. "No, they're not..." he mumbled, looking like he wanted to swat at Sanemi himself now.

Nezuko, noticing an opportunity, promptly burst into tears. Giyuu shot Sanemi a look, muttering, "Look what you've done!" before he attended to the little girl, whispering soft reassurances and patting her head. He carried her into his house, Tanjiro close at his heels.

Sanemi simply stared for a long moment as the door closed behind them. Then he grumbled, turning and stalking back home.

The next day, he stole some of the Sakura Mochi that Obanai had bought for Mitsuri and went back to Giyuu's house. He found Tanjiro and Nezuko there yet again, although luckily Giyuu seemed to be out somewhere at the moment. He approached them more cautiously this time. They both stared up at them from their seats on the ground, eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"Uh... Here," he said, holding out the Sakura Mochi he had taken. They promptly refused it. He gritted his teeth, suppressing a string of obscenities. "You can have this... It's sweet? You'll like it, I swear."

They didn't budge. He let out a frustrated groan.

"Take it!! Oh, gods, just take it!!" he snapped, barely resisting the urge to crush the mochi and throw it at their faces.

Nezuko crossed her arms and turned her face up, eyes closed indignantly. Tanjiro copied her, mimicking the petty pose. They stayed like that no matter how much Sanemi begged for them to just take the fucking mochi until Giyuu appeared, looking slightly worn out (supposedly, he had been training).

"Huh...? Shinazugawa?" he said, uncertainty lacing his tone.

Sanemi instantly changed his expression, giving him the best smile he could muster through all his frustration and turning away from the Kamados. "Heyy... Tomioka... Hey, uh, can we talk? Preferably somewhere priva-" Sanemi started, cutting himself off with a yelp as Nezuko ambushed him, jumping onto his back.

For a moment, Sanemi was very tempted to grab her leg and throw her into the furthest country from here. But as her arms latched onto his shoulder, holding tightly as to not fall, memories stirred in his mind and he got a different idea. He still did hold onto her legs, but instead wrapped them around his waist, hoisting her up so she would stay, and turning back to Giyuu as if he wasn't just giving a piggy-back ride to the devil of a little girl who had just jumped on him.

"So?... Can we talk?" Sanemi asked, ignoring Giyuu's half bemused, half amused expression.

On Sanemi's back, Nezuko appeared confused because she didn't do anything at first. Then, apparently deciding it wasn't that bad, leaned onto Sanemi, laughter bubbling in her chest.

Of course, Tanjiro quickly decided this wasn't a good thing and snatched Nezuko back, hugging her tightly to his chest.

"He doesn't want to talk, Shinazugawa-san," he said firmly, as if Giyuu had somehow confirmed this.

Meanwhile, Giyuu was just staring at them with an expression that spoke clearly for itself. He really didn't know what to do anymore.

"He never said that," Sanemi argued, glaring at Tanjiro.

"His silence was answer enough!" Tanjiro shot back.

As they bickered back and forth, Giyuu finally spoke up, causing a pause in their conversation.

"Why do you want to talk...? And why do you keep coming to my house?" he asked, frowning. "Are you stalking me?"

Tanjiro looked on the verge of laughter but stopped Sanemi before he could speak, apparently wanting to embarrass him as much as he could. "He wants to ask you out, Giyuu-san."

Giyuu was only more confused. "Ask me... out? We're outside now, though."

Tanjiro shook his head and not for the first time, Sanemi resisted the urge to punch the boy in the face.

"Not literally outside. Shinazugawa-san likes you, I mean. He wants you to be his boyfriend, I think." Tanjiro crossed his arms, turning to glare at Sanemi before freezing when he saw the obvious flush that was spreading on Giyuu's face.

"What?" Giyuu asked. Possibly, he was on fire. Just his face.

Tanjiro sighed. "Nevermind... Please ignore everything I said."

Giyuu, however, did not ignore it. He turned to Sanemi, eyes wide. "You like me? I thought you hated me?"

Sanemi let out a breath, wishing he could crawl into a hole and die—because honestly this was so much worse than he'd imagined. Giyuu deciding he hated him and stabbing him was really a much better result.

"Yeah, well, I don't. Surprise!" Sanemi said, voice taking a sarcastic at the end. He was so ready to just completely drop the whole notion of dating Giyuu if all these difficulties became normality.

Giyuu opened and closed his mouth several times before he spoke. "You want to date me...?"

"Is that not obvious?"

Considering this, Giyuu said, "Are you sure?"

"What, do you need me to spell it out for you? Yes, I want to date you. Will you just respond or something?? Do you wanna go out or not?" Sanemi asked, a bit too harshly.

"I-" Giyuu started.

Tanjiro cut him off. "I don't want you dating him."

Sanemi rolled his eyes. Big surprise there. "Okay? Why?"

"Because you're mean! And you stabbed Nezuko! If you apologize, then maybe..." Tanjiro said, crossing his arms. It was obvious he expected Sanemi not to apologize.

But at this point, Sanemi felt that if he just left all his effort and suffering would be wasted. So, instead, he caved, bending down to talk to Nezuko who was still in Tanjiro's arms.

"Uh... Hey, kid," he said awkwardly. "Sorry...? For hurting you. And breaking your box."

Nezuko considered this, then nodded approvingly. It didn't take much to please her, Sanemi guessed with a triumphant glance at Tanjiro who was not very happy.

"You also have to promise to devote your life to Giyuu-san and never make him sad and-" Tanjiro tried, but Giyuu interrupted.

"Tanjiro... That's too much. He doesn't have to do anything for me," Giyuu said.

"But-" Tanjiro protested, only for Giyuu to cut him off again.

"No, Tanjiro, it's-"

This time, Sanemi butt in, saying, "Yeah, okay, I promise to do my best. Can we get back to the topic??"

Tanjiro sighed. "Fine."

Satisfied, Sanemi turned back to Giyuu. "So?" he prompted.

"I... Yeah, I want to date..." Giyuu mumbled, averting his eyes.

Tanjiro looked very, very irritated but Nezuko had already moved one, playing with Tanjiro's haori sleeve.

Sanemi flashed a smile. "Great."

Ok also have a doodle of Sanemi winning over Nezuko's heart bc why not:

i wrote this in an hour i'm sorry its bad- :'> btw what this is based off of: here

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thedemises · 11 months ago

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note!... sanemi might be out of character bc i haven't written for kny for a long time (my writing has gotten slightly awful since then) and most of the plot doesn't match up(?) right.. this is kind of a draft??? since I written it last minute bc I don't want this idea to slip from my head. also angst and spoilers for the demon slayer: kimetsu no yaiba manga!!

━━ . RELIGIOUS。s. sanemi oneshot!!

sanemi shinazugawa was never a religious person.

in present time, he doesn't usually pray every night—he doesn't have the time to pray because he knows. he knows God won't listen to his prayers any way, he knows fate won't change for him.

then once again, after that incident, he goes on his knees—scarred hands clasped together—and prays again. he prays, that he won't lose another cared person again.

it was his last pray—two nights before the day his best friend, masachika, died by the hands of a lower moon demon. and when he prayed again (for the last time, he thought, it'd be the last pray), was when the day before tomorrow for the battle, and he prayed that you and genya would be alive after the fight against muzan kibutsuji, the demon king.

the aftermath of it, he decides to go on his kness—and he prays—he prays again. sanemi just can't afford another vengeful God to take any more of his loved ones from him again. not after they took his former best friend, his younger brother, and�� you. you.

and he lost you, too.

he lost you, like genya and masachika. like the master and his mother. like everyone he knew deeply, he loved and cared for you like no other.

alas, the Gods took you away.

and again, he prays. with the deaths of his loved ones lingering in his mind.

he can almost feel the firm yet soft touch of yours, the familial caress on his head from his mother and master oyakata, his little siblings' grasps on around his arms, the ghostly arms of genya hugging his body, and masachika placing a hand on his broad shoulder.

when sanemi opens his eyes, nothing is around him. it was just him, in the graveyard, kneeled before your grave beside masachika's. genya's was no wheere to be seen, as his body had disappeared in the battlefield.

he looks—seeing the grand master's grave, and with a sad gaze in his normally aggressive eyes, one could almost miss the tear that slips and falls with a silent drip as rain begins to pour.

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meowzfordayz · 3 years ago

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Hii,can I request for angst? Any is good. For kny fandom,f!reader X Kamaboko Squad and Hashiras(?)

Heyo! ☺️ To be completely transparent: I didn't write for the Kamaboko, nor all of the Hashira. I was inspired by the below mentioned song, and decided to write for whomever I felt certain lyrics suited best. Fulfilling your request would've taken ~much longer had I actually written for the Kamaboko AND all of the Hashira (mostly bc I didn't have ideas for everyone, so I would've been pulling teeth for ~a while 😆). W/ that communicated, I do hope you enjoy these angsty preferences. 🥺

Author’s Note: okay fr fr gonna try and write something ~short. Update: ~1,300 words… does that count as ~short ?? 🧐🥳

if this is goodbye, then…

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Kocho Shinobu x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,300

CW: canonical violence, explicit language, implied Reader death

Song Inspo: Want You Back by 5 Seconds of Summer

~faqs~

‘Cause you know every morning I wake up, yeah I still reach for you

The lightness—the lack of you—gets easier to manage. He doesn’t listen for your smile as often anymore. Doesn’t tilt his head seeking the rhythm of your footsteps. Has almost forgotten the curve of your mouth, warm against the pad of his thumb. Time does heal all wounds. Just not all the way.

Because he still misses the vibrancy of your laughter — knows he’ll never hear such a sound again.

Because he still misses the reassurance of your arms flung around his waist — knows you’ll never squeeze his hips again.

Because he still reaches for you — waking up on his uncrowded futon.

Even though he knows.

You’ll never wake up again.

Can’t help but wondering if this is the last time that I’ll see your face

She’s tired, exhausted—threadbare—after months spent saving you from death’s edge. You. Her lover. The center of her garden, her first sip of water every morning. Bleeding. Bleeding. We have to stop the bleeding. She’d almost lost you that night, alternating with Aoi, with anyone, to keep pressure on your wounds, to literally hold you together. Why didn’t you protect them? she’d lashed out at Sanemi, his ashen stare revealing his own melody of grief Look what you’ve left me with. He’d stayed that night, as though sacrificing his sleep could make up for your limp form.

“[y/n]?” she whispers as you stir.

Every day she’s waited for this. Every day she’s waited for you.

“[y/n],” her voice is so soft, so sweet, so hopeful.

So unfamiliar you frown slightly, eyes sensitive as her strange smile comes into focus.

“Who are you?”

Not Shinobu.

Not my love.

Not some sarcastic quip asking how long you’ve been asleep for.

Not even I’m thirsty or some cheeky, mundane request.

Who are you?

WHO ARE YOU.

Shinobu goes to find Aoi. Your face. It’s too much. It’ll never be the same.

No matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back

It was careless, really. Stupid. He’d known you for what, less than a day? Arriving at dusk, leaving at dawn. And you’d captivated him. He was so used to captivating others — familiar with their blatant murmurings and delightful staring. Was it his hair? His haori? Probably the hair. And the eyes.

“Care to join me for sake?” you casually slip beside him, matching his pace as he strolls downtown.

He accommodates you readily, grateful for your boldness and company on a lonely evening—the calm before the storm. He’s there to slay a demon, after all.

“I do not often drink,” he smiles brightly, “But I would certainly drink with you!”

His gaze glimmers only with curiosity and eagerness. You are not prey.

Of course you aren’t prey. He is. You have no idea, mostly shocked and reeling that he actually accepted your—a mere passerby—invitation, but he takes to you instantly. Perhaps it’s his keen intuition, telling him it’s worth getting to know the stars in your eyes. Perhaps it’s fate. The overwhelming, abrupt sensation—as you talk about why udon is most definitely superior to ramen—that I could be happy with them. As you both begin yawning, you write your address for him on a scrap of washi. He swears to visit. Insists on treating you to a bowl of udon next time.

And watches, heart constricting, as the demon devours your washi.

It really is fate, so unsympathetic and humorless.

How was he to know the stars in your eyes were crossed?

Himself a faint pulse among many.

You tell me I won’t ever change, so I just say nothing

“So that’s it?” you mutter, “No snarky comeback?”

He crosses his arms.

“I pour out my godforsaken soul, and you smirk at me,” you deadpan.

He doesn’t know how to convey the acid in his throat. The fear.

“You’re not unlovable, Sanemi,” you mumble.

He shifts his weight onto his other leg.

“You just don’t love anyone. You just don’t love me.”

He exhales frustratedly.

“Oh don’t give me that crap! I’m having a one sided conversation here. Don’t fucking act like you’re heartbroken.”

Heartbroken? He swallows nervously, and looks at you. Really, deeply, looks at you.

There it is.

The crack in your stare that wasn’t there before. I broke your heart? he flounders inwardly, panicked, anxious Let me fix this — an unyielding surface to anyone else observing him. To you.

“I’m tired, Sanemi,” your voice wobbles.

Let me fix this he strains, tries, fails to overcome the coiling in his gut.

“Tell me you love me,” you whimper, “Tell me you love me too.”

I love you he chokes as your eyes glisten wetly Let me fix this.

“Not even for me, huh,” you murmur, hoarse laughter vibrating cruelly, “You won’t ever change.”

You turn.

And walk away.

I love you he screams.

You pause. Glance at his shrinking figure.

I love you.

Nothing.

Is it tears or just the pouring rain?

“You’re crying,” Giyuu reaches for your dripping hand as rain cascades from a stormy blanket of grey.

“Don’t,” your voice is soft, “Please, Giyuu.”

“This is pathetic,” he growls, water splattering as he shakes his head angrily.

“It can’t be helped,” you shrug simply, doing your best not to shiver.

You’re both soaked to the bone, without any touch to guide you. Without any warmth to share.

“But you feel as I feel?” he demands.

“Giyuu, can we not do this now? Here? It’s freezing.”

His haori settles itself over your shoulders in a heartbeat.

“You can’t keep doing that,” you mumble.

“Doing what?” he taunts you.

Making me love someone I shouldn’t.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he steps closer to you, “I’m doing nothing?” his eyes narrow, glinting edges of sapphire, “You’re the only person I’d do anything for.”

A quiet sob fills the distance between you, “G-giyuu.”

“Why can’t we be together?” he’s fierce, persistent, adoring.

“I can be your friend.”

“I don’t want to be your friend,” he rasps, “I want to be your lover.”

You are my lover you tremble, tugging off his haori, holding it out toward him.

“I want to be your lover,” you confess in stolen breath, “I feel as you feel,” you blink rapidly, eyelashes heavy, clinging, “You know why we can’t be together.”

He knows why.

And he hates it.

Wishes he could hate you too.

He just.

Can’t.

I remember the roses on your shirt, when you told me this would never work

“But they love you,” Tengen insists stubbornly, posture confident, strong, reassuring.

His eyes tell a different story.

Flickering, earnest—too earnest—dimming, narrowing as he realizes.

“How can they love me when they don’t even know me?” you retort, betrayed, misled, cold.

“They do know you!” he’s desperate now, hands clenching and unclenching, “Makio wants to go shopping with you, Suma always asks about how you’re doing, and, and Hina’s been cooking your favorite meals!”

You scoff, tone laden with something so bitter that you both flinch, “I’m glad you’ve been eating my favorite meals with your dirty little secrets.”

“That isn’t fai-”

“You know what isn’t fair?” you interrupt him, seething, “What isn’t fair is discovering you’re already in love. With three other women! Three other woman, who, apparently, are worth your honesty. So what does that make me? I’m not close minded, Tengen, but you lied to me. You’ve made your bed. I hope it never warms you.”

“I love you,” he whispers. Surrenders.

“You don’t love me,” you laugh wryly, “You don’t even trust me,” you begin closing your front door, your vision of his distraught expression growing slimmer and slimmer, “Goodbye, Tengen.”

You slump to the floor, knees huddled into your chest, tears escaping one by one by—all at once. I could’ve loved them too you shudder, grief wracking through your ribcage If you’d just told me, if you’d just loved me from the start.

#hashira x reader #preferences #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #kocho shinobu #shinobu x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro x reader #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #uzui tengen #tengen x reader #request

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mitsuribubbles · 4 years ago

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Hello! Love the blog so far. Is it possible that I could get headcanons for some or all of the hashira, with a very short, like... under 5ft, but busty s/o? You can just go with your favourites if you like!

Thank you so much and ofc! sorry if some seem a little out of character it’s currently 2am when I’m writing this. I did all hashira except for Gyomei (nothing against him, I just don’t know how to write for him!) hope you enjoy!

Hashira with a short but busty s/o

Rengoku Kyojuro

~ I feel like Kyojuro would love you regardless of your height

~but he loves that you’re so short

~would probably call you cute or adorable on a daily basis

~loves your curves but is respectful of you and your body

~if your a demon slayer he’d probably feel the need to protect you but knows you can handle yourself

Shinazugawa Sanemi

~scar boy here might seem harsh and cruel but he has a soft spot for you

~probably taunts you for your height lets be honest here

~but if you tell him to stop he will don’t worry!

~loves your body but it does fluster him

~if you watch him staring he’ll flush and turn away while trying to keep his normal composure

Tokito Muichiro

~bb probably didn’t even notice those things at first

~he was too busy looking the the clouds

~once he took more notice in you he stared a little

~he was confused on this feeling you gave him

~gets this smug look on his face whenever you need help reaching something as it gives him an ego boost (since he’s small himself)

Iguro Obanai

~ since Obanai is rather short himself your height didn’t really effect him

~after seeing you fight he knew you were strong and he envy’s you for that

~then again he liked being taller for once

~gets super flustered by your curves, he tries to hide his blush under his bandages

~is respectful nonetheless though (only you & the master get his respect)

~will give death glares to anyone who stares at you, if looks could kill so many people would be dead

Kocho Shinobu

~since she’s small herself your height isn’t a big deal to her

~might make some teasing remarks to you tho

~doesn’t get flustered easily but loves making YOU blush

~if she catches anyone staring or making any hurtful comments to or about you she’ll break that ego of theirs real fast

~I mean really getting them where it hurts

Uzui Tengen

~mans has 3 wives already so he knows exactly how to handle you

~knows you can handle yourself but will still protect you with his life

~no one would dare make any comments with him with you lets be honest

~would subtly make jokes about your height bc he thinks you look cute while angry

Tomioka Giyuu

~ flustered mess

~it would be so easy for you to make Giyuu blush

~like to the point where he’ll just silently leave the room LMAO

~would never make comments on your height

~your height doesn’t matter to him much lets be honest here

Kanroji Mitsuri

~Mitsuri would absolutely ADORE you

~she’d probably try to carry you around, much to your embarrassment

~she’s rather busty herself so it doesn’t effect her very much

~overflowing compliments, she loves you so much she cant help it!

#kny #demon slayer #kny headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #hashira #kyojuro rengoku #shinaguzawa sanemi #muchiro tokito #iguro obanai #shinobu kocho #tengen uzui #tomioka giyuu #mitsuri kanroji #hashira x reader #kny x reader

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knybits · 5 years ago

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Kimetsu Academy!!

Shoutout to @thunderandrainclouds for allowing me to use chiyo!! i tried to make her more of the focus for this chapter’s au bc my last kimetsu academy one focused on miyuki, but tbh its funnier when the whole gang is there :,) thanks to @kny-writings for letting me use miyuki!!

There’s always one person that thanks Kimetsu Academy’s resident home EC teacher Takenaka Chiyo in their graduation speech.

Why?

Because she protects the students from the hard ass that is the PE teacher, Tomioka Giyuu.

“I swear I’m going to get him fired if that’s the last thing I do at this school,” Akiko furiously washes the rice, and Tanjirou laughs weakly at his girlfriend. She hears him mutter a soft, “Please don’t” under his breath.

She stops her scrubbing to look up at him, raising a brow before looking out the window and down to the school’s track. Giyuu is blowing his whistle as students run in the agonizing heat, some even collapsing from exhaustion.

“Well, your mile time has gone down!” Tanjirou tries to look on the bright side of things, but Akiko isn’t having any of it.

“He chased me with his shinai to get those results.”

Tanjirou tries so… so hard to maintain his smile, but he knows that Giyuu would have hit Akiko if she didn’t start running. She always walks her mile, so she’s partly to blame.

“He did what?!” Chiyo suddenly appears by the two teens, eyes wide as she wipes her hands on her apron.

Hair as pure as fresh fallen snow and eyes so green they rival the baby ivy that crawls up the sides of the school’s greenhouse. She usually smiles with the tenderness of a mother, but she looks troubled by Akiko’s news.

Honestly? This is nothing new. Akiko and her group of friends always get into trouble with Giyuu, but Akiko is the only one without any care that he’ll give her a detention.

Luckily, Chiyo is always there to protect the gang, her arms outstretched in front of them and her cheeks puffed out in defiance in the face of her agitated lover.

Akiko stabs a thumb over her shoulder to the window behind her, “I think he’s still doing it to other students.”

Chiyo rushes to the window, pressing her face to the glass before seeing that her fool of a boyfriend is in fact chasing a student around the track.

“Fuck,” the couple hears her mumble under her breath, and she turns around to wave her hands in the air and grab the class’s attention.

“Everyone here knows what to do! So I’ll be out for a few minutes! Please don’t report that I wasn’t here to supervise you, and don’t set the class room on fire.” Everyone collectively looks at Inosuke and she nods her head with a huff. Then, the ever so soft Chiyo rushes out the door.

Akiko looks at Nezuko, who works with Zenitsu on the other side of the room, and they raise brows at each other.

Without even so much as a word, the two girls dash to open the window and lean their bodies out, waiting for the show to start. Akiko pulls her phone out to start recording, and others in the class gather around to watch.

Chiyo takes a bit longer than they expected to get down to the tack, but that’s only because they see her lugging a crate of filled reusable water bottles she grabbed from the kitchen.

Akiko can see that Chiyo isn’t struggling under the weight, a crate in each hand as she marches across the field.

“One yakisoba bread that sensei dumps one of those water bottles onto him.”

Tanjirou can only shake his head while Akiko looks to the person, smiling in such a sickly sweet way that they’re thrown off from their cocky declaration.

“You must be new,” she coos, then turns her attention back to the show.

Students flock to Chiyo, thanking her for the water and taking a break under the shade of some nearby trees. Giyuu looks like he’s about to yell at students for suddenly quitting, but he stops when he sees Chiyo.

Then he smiles.

Everyone in the classroom goes wild, Akiko zooming into the soft smile of Tomioka Giyuu. Chiyo has her hands on her hips as Giyuu approaches her, and everyone pushes Zenitsu up to the front to get him to hear the conversation.

“Mmm she’s telling him to give everyone a break… Tomioka-sensei is saying something about cutting their mile times- oh wait nevermind he doesn’t want to risk the bento she made for him.”

Chiyo smiles one last time at Giyuu before turning to make her way to the classroom; but when she looks up, she sees flocks of students leaning and sitting on top of each other just to grab a glance.

“Quick! Scram!” Murata yells, and chaos ensues as students rush back to their stations and continue to make their rice balls. Akiko quickly uploads the video to the school’s private story with a giddy smile on her face.

Tanjirou already has the rice balls shaped to perfection and Akiko gives him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks. Chiyo walks in right after, a light blush on her cheeks as she coughs into her fist.

“I see the classroom is still intact…”

Everyone bursts into a fit of giggles, and Makomo raises her hand to ask, “Sensei how buff are your arms?”

As everyone debates the possible width of Chiyo’s arms, Chiyo offers her arm up for science and a couple kids run down to the fashion and design classroom to find a tape measure. Akiko observes with curious eyes, nestled into Tanjirou’s chest as she every so often raises her hand to feed him one of his rice balls.

“Can you tell how big her arms are?” Tanjirou asks, and Akiko narrows her eyes a bit, taking a mental note in her head before nodding his head.

She then looks over at “new kid” before saying, “One yakisoba bread says that her arms are 33 centimeters!“

Needless to say, Akiko has her beloved Home EC teacher’s nice arms to thank for today’s lunch.

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“Akiko, shouldn’t we call a teacher?!”

“Tanjirou I love you but tHEY ARE THE TEACHERS!!”

PE teacher Tomioka Giyuu and math teacher Shinazugawa Sanemi are fighting right out front of Akiko’s homeroom, and there’s a big crowd that’s gathered to watch the fighting go down.

Already, Akiko’s phone blows up with people tagging each other, questions asked about what’s going on and some just wanting to know who has won.

“Where did they even get the yard sticks?!” Zenitsu has his hands clasped over his ears, mainly due to the fact that everyone is screaming and shouting and his ears can’t handle all the immense noise.

“Mhmhm!!” Nezuko points to the yard sticks that Rengoku-sensei left behind after the day’s history cavalry battle. Akiko sigh to herself, and Tanjirou slides a hand under Akiko’s face when she goes in to faceplant her desk.

“At any rate, we should call Takenaka-sensei or Himi-sensei!” Tanjirou rushes out of the room before Akiko can call him back in, and she watches as he disappears into the wave of students.

Akiko sighs to herself again before pulling out her phone and quickly calling Chiyo, keeping her on speaker phone to send a quick text to Miyuki too. Miyuki’s answer is instantaneous, a bunch of caps words and exclamation points with a couple emojis telling Akiko that she’s on her way and she’s ready to beat the shit out of her boyfriend.

A few rings later and Chiyo picks up, sounding a bit frazzled as she’s down at the school’s daycare checking up on Ayame.

“Hello? Akiko? Anything wrong? Did you forget your lunch again?? Giyuu didn’t show up to eat his lunch so I have a box left over- hey do you know where he is?” There’s the sound of a crying baby in the background and Chiyo’s occasional cooing as she tries to get Ayame to calm down.

Akiko almost feels bad that Ayame will be without her older sister thanks to the stupid fight between teachers, but with Zenitsu yelling in her ear and the occasional student shoving into Akiko, she’s had quite enough.

“Uh, yeah, your boyfriend is fighting Sanemi. Again.”

“Oh my gods WHAT?!”

The call abruptly ends, and Akiko looks at the screen with a satisfied smile.

“Are our goddesses coming to save us?” Zenitsu whimpers, and Nezuko pats his head in reassurance. Akiko makes a face of disgust when Zenitsu starts screaming over Nezuko again.

Speak of the devil, Miyuki shows up wearing one indoor slipper, the other one in her hand as she races towards Sanemi. Akiko even sees a microphone held within her grasp, and when Zenitsu takes notice he clasps his hands over his ears again.

When the slipper knocks him in the head from behind, he turns around with the yardstick.

“WHO THE HELL THREW THAT-?!”

The hallway falls into an unnatural hush and Miyuki raises the megaphone to her lips before shouting.

“SHINAZUGAWA SANEMI YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!!”

Akiko hears the loud wailing of a baby next, and Chiyo is seen barreling down the hallway with Ayame strapped across her chest. Giyuu pales at the sight of his usually soft looking girlfriend looking rather irritated instead.

But when he finds himself with baby Ayame strapped across his chest instead, he can’t help but blink owlishly.

“Why do I-?”

“There! Now you and Sanemi can’t fight! Baby on board!” Chiyo wipes the imaginary sweat from her forehead, looking rather proud of herself with the way she handled the situation.

Female and male students alike start taking pictures of the hilarious spectacle, because now Giyuu and Sanemi are sitting seiza style on the hard hallway floor.

Giyuu actually looks guilty, but he’s at least bouncing Ayame on his lap to get her to stop crying. And every time Sanemi tries to protest, Miyuki clicks her megaphone on in preparation to yell at him.

Even Kimetsu Gakuen’s fearsome math teacher is no match for a megaphone.

Akiko starts to wave parts of the crowd away, yelling that there isn’t much else to see and that they can all up and leave for their own classrooms now.

Chiyo smiles, nudging Akiko gently as Miyuki starts her onslaught of words unto Giyuu now.

“As expected of the class president,” Chiyo laughs. Akiko can only slump, her eyebags looking even more distressing thanks to the fact that people that were dispersing have decided to come back to watch Miyuki tear through Giyuu.

“If they keep fighting, I feel like you and Miyuki are gonna have to help them job hunt… Not that I would mind Giyuu leaving though.”

Chiyo can’t help but laugh weakly at Akiko’s usual dislike towards Giyuu, watching the golden eyes class president cross her arms and furrow her brows.

“Akiko!! I got help!” Tanjirou’s joyful voice rings out from the other end of the hall, and Akiko has to bat some of her hair out of her face when she turns her face a bit too quickly.

But at the sight of the school’s principal, blood drains from Akiko’s body.

“EVERYONE SCATTER!!” Zenitsu screeches, and mayhem ensues as every student breaks away from the scene like a pack of rats from Rat tat tooey.

Right when Akiko is about to book it, Miyuki, Chiyo, Giyuu, and Sanemi rest a hand on her shoulders to hold her in place (or, well, Sanemi grabs her head and nearly breaks her skull but let’s save that for later.)

Akiko sends out a quick prayer to whatever god or spirit will hear her, then quickly cries at the fact that she’s dating the most loveable but NAIVE boys of the school.

“Oh? I thought Tanjirou told me of a fight going on?” Oyakata-sama’s stream like voice flows through everyone’s ears, but everyone knows more than to mess with him.

“How about a talk in my office, hm?”

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