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#genya shinazugawa headcanon
chiharuhashibira ยท 1 year
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Sorry for not specifying what I wanted in the genya/kaigaku x chubby reader request, I wanted the nsfw part with aged up genya, sorry for the misunderstanding
Oh that's okay! XD
I'll just give this a quick write as it would just be a short drabble/continuation of ๐‘ณ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐‘ช๐’–๐’“๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘จ๐’๐’.
Thank you for re-asking!
MDNI
๐“œ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฝ
๐‘ณ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐‘ช๐’–๐’“๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘จ๐’๐’ - ๐‘ท๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐‘ฐ๐‘ฐ
๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ: ๐€๐ ๐ž๐-๐”๐ฉ ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ฒ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š, & ๐‚๐ก๐ฎ๐›๐›๐ฒ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ
Content Warnings: Curse Words/NSFW/18+
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โฅ But eventually, Genya would wake you up at night by kissing your neck. He will usually do that by rubbing his manhood against you. And with that, you will usually give him sleepy kisses while caressing his body.
โฅ His quick hands would often slide you out of your clothes as he ravaged your curvy body with his hands. He delights in making you moan as he lecherously touches you slowly. But of course, it wouldn't end with that.
โฅ Genya would often make you lie on your stomach as he put his hard cock inside of you. Yes, he would moan in your ear as his cock hardened further in time with the rhythm of your hips.
โฅ As much as Genya loves you, he still stops himself from cumming inside of you. He wants to see you swallow it all. He loves seeing your body and your facial expression as he looks inside your mouth.
โฅ By kissing your body, he will give you the greatest orgasm of your life. Love bites, trailing down as he eats you out. You would often pull his hair, and he loves that. So, not just once, but he often makes you cough three times with just his mouth.
โฅ After you make love, Genya will wipe your body and cuddle with you while both of you are still naked. He would tell you how much he loves you and how beautiful you are to him. And with that, like before, he'll be the one who sleeps first, with you looking at him and realising how lucky you are to have him.
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๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ!
Your first request was long overdue on my inbox so I prio-ed this to make it up to you~ UwU
More stories will come!
Thanks!
~๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ป๐“พ-๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท๐ŸŒธ
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hauntedfoxhut ยท 1 year
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DEMON SLAYER HEADCANON
Genya meeting a friendly oni (and falling in love)
GN! reader
- You was walking, inside the dark forest, which wasnโ€™t that dark because of the snow, the winter has arrived, and was tough.
- but suddenly you hear step behind the trees, the smell of meat made you search for that animal, but then you see a humanโ€ฆ holding a sword?? And a gun??
- right on sight you hide behind a tree, but you can hear him running to reach you.
- you sat on the snow hiding from himโ€ฆ but he found you.
- He pointed his gun to your head, but he crashedโ€ฆ he froze, now heโ€™s blushing??
- you start to beg, โ€œPlease donโ€™t kill me, I donโ€™t eat humans I swear, I would never eat someone!!โ€
-โ€ฆ but he just stand there holding his gun with the cheeks getting ever more red
- so you stand up, move his hand away from you, and he finally says something โ€œyouโ€ฆ beautifulโ€ฆโ€
- and now your cheeks are getting red
- after a couple hours of chitchatting he hold your hand, look at your eyes and say โ€œcan I meet you again, same place tomorrow?โ€
- and you canโ€™t deny, look at that cutie face!!!! Heโ€™s too cute to be ignored, so you meet him tomorrow and again and again
- after meeting after all this time he decided to take you out, just like Nezuko and Tanjiro, fighting against mean demons
-but now itโ€™s your choice, would you go with him?
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gyutarowritings ยท 4 months
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You wake up in the middle of the night to frantic shuffling beside you. The sound of sobs hit your ears and the grip around you tightens.
You wrap your arms around your lover. Comforting them like they had done to you.
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Sanemi, Gyutaro, Genya, Obanai, Giyuu, Akaza
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komoboko ยท 4 months
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๐‚๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ 
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genya shinazugawa x gn!reader
this is sooo bad but i needed to ramble something at least so i can actually write something good soon
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Genya does not have a crush on you.
No matter what anybody says he does not have a crush on you. Nope, not possible, never happened. He just appreciates your skill set as a slayer thatโ€™s all. Heโ€™s just admiring one of his comrades in the line of duty. When you catch his eyes drifting towards you, a longing look in his eyes that scream anything but platonic just ignore it. Youโ€™re just getting no signals because Genya doesnโ€™t have a crush on you.
When you ask to train with Genya he accepts with little hesitation. Not because he wants to spend more time with you. Or because heโ€™s missed your presence and doesnโ€™t have it in him to ask himself. It couldnโ€™t be that. Genya accepted because he needed some more help training himself. Youโ€™re a tough slayer and you can help him improve his skills. Nothing more than that obviously because heโ€™s almost positive he doesnโ€™t like you.
When Gyomei consults him about his change in behavior, Genya immediately doubts the accusations. Even with his disagreement Gyomei still suggests ways Genya could court and approach you. He was hesitant but still pursed and ended up using all of Gyomeiโ€™s recommendations to get closer to you. Itโ€™s not because he likes you, heโ€™s just doing it because Gyomei told him to, duh. No, his face doesnโ€™t turn red when heโ€™s nearby you, nor does he lower his tone and his general attitude so you can see him in a better light. What are you talking about?
Genya who spends long nights staring up at the ceiling or the sky and his mind wanders off to you. Either to things youโ€™ve done today if you saw him, or maybe something your planning on doing with him. Maybe heโ€™s thinking about the last time you two hung out that wasnโ€™t related to training. Maybe heโ€™s thinking about something more, and just maybe itโ€™s because he likes you. Just a little bit.
Poor boy who ends up apologizing to you after he ignored you or became to brash when you were around. He wasnโ€™t trying to push you away he was just trying to process what he was feeling in the first place. Poor Genya whoโ€™s guilty and tries to improve on handling his little โ€œproblemโ€ and not taking it out on you. Itโ€™s nearly given people whiplash by how much Genya changes when he is around you. Maybe itโ€™s because people are noticing that Genya does like you, at least a little bit.
Genya who confronts you during a random nights and goes on a ramble expressing what heโ€™s been feeling. All his emotions and his thoughts that were pent flying being able to spill out, thanks to Gyomeiโ€™s encouragement. Once he finally manages to get to the point he canโ€™t seem to maintain eye contact until he hears you response of approval. His once embarrassed expression changes to one that looks dumbfounded but you can see the happiness crack through quickly.
Even when somebody ask again Genya answers the same, but everybody can tell itโ€™s a bit different. Genya does not like you. In truth Genya adores you. He loves you with his heart and in his mind that goes beyond the boundaries of just liking you. As you deserved much more than that in his mind.
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josyuss ยท 1 year
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crown for the conqueror! ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒบ
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yoonkles ยท 2 months
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my favorite headcanon ever is tomioka somehow becoming an older brother figure to the children in the demon corps
like hereโ€™s this pitiful ultra quiet wet dog looking guy whose trudging around the world like it hates him. and. and then there are like eight kids half his size wilingly trailing behind him like baby ducklings in a pond, staring up at him with wide sparkling eyes
idk theres just something so special to me about older parental/brother figure x the children he unwillingly adopts trope UGHBDNAKNS
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peachdues ยท 2 months
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Do you think, the first time Sanemi gets a wrinkle, he feels relieved? Do you think that he secretly looks forward to each new one that etches itself into his face, not because heโ€™s grateful to age when no one else he loves could, but because it means his scars finally begin to disappear, too indistinguishable from the lines that the years carved into his skin? Do you think heโ€™s happy to see the monster heโ€™d turned himself into, fade?
Or, do you think he mourns the loss of his scars, these things he spent so much of his youth despising, and yet are his last connection not just to his mother but to Genya? The last tangible remnant of a time when, no matter how much he denounced the existence of his little brother, he still had one, and the matching scars across their cheeks was proof โ€” proof of Genyaโ€™s existence, proof of Sanemiโ€™s love. The loss of his scars is just another reminder that he could not save Genya from the fate he tried so desperately to spare him of. Sanemiโ€™s scars fade into the tapestry of wrinkled, age-worn skin just as the memory of Genya and Shizu and all his friends and family fade, with no one left to mourn them but him.
@homo-homini-lupus-est-1701 your scars meta forever living rent free in my head
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gamblersdoll ยท 2 months
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Sanemi or Genya getting stupidly flushed and horny around you because of your uniform (itโ€™s basically Mitsuriโ€™s uniform) ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป
sanemi does actually get horny from seeing you borrow mitsurisโ€™ uniform, he has to just separate himself from the situation in order to not ruin hers. but he does ride your ass later, growling about the fact hes going to fucking kill the tailors later.
becomes so mean when you actually lay down in it, seeing your breasts spill to the sides and how your cleavage makes you look so much more comfortable.
but genya? he cant help it. he has to drag you away and tell you off, saying
โ€œwhyโ€“ why would you wear that now?! you know how much you do to meโ€” do.. you want to try something?โ€ he stammers, feeling like such a pervert for staring too long.. and he cant even touch you, because its not your uniform.
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midnightwriter21 ยท 1 year
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demon slayer hcs: the hashira men w/ a demon!SO thatโ€™s immune to sunlight pt2
characters: fem!reader x sanemi
warnings: blood, injuries, language, angst
pt. 1 w rengoku and giyuu HERE
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SANEMI
this poor man can just never be happy huh
now i find it very hard to believe that sanemi would be with a regular civilian
heโ€™s gotta know that his SO is able to take care of themself
SO
ur a slayer and you guys are paired up on a mission together
there were reports of several low ranking demons being sighted in a town
so Sanemi decides to split up and to meet back up when the sun begins to rise
when you donโ€™t show up at the meeting place he knows something is very very wrong
tears through the town looking for you
and he finds you alright
laying in a pool of your own blood
haori torn to shreds
sword broken
he doesnโ€™t even walk toward you
heโ€™s frozen
his blood has literally gone cold
stands there staring at your broken body until the kakushi arrive
when they do they quickly realize that you are alive and sanemi snatches your limp body from them and SPRINTS to the butterfly mansion
he hands you off to Shinobu who gets to work immediately
he waits there for her to give him an update
and boy does she
you? a demon?
his sweet loving girlfriend is a demon?
it canโ€™t be true. you were laying in the sun.
he tells shinobu this and she says that sheโ€™ll have to do some more testing when you wake up
itโ€™s 3 days later when you finally do wake up
and when you do youโ€™re greeted with 2 low ranking slayers pointing their swords at your neck
of course they had to keep you guarded in case you woke up and needed a snack
the human kind
screaming for shinobu she rushes into the room
she sends the slayers out and quickly explains what has happened to you
you ask for sanemi
and your heart breaks when she tells you that he hasnโ€™t visited
not once since she told him what you had become
a few more days pass with shinobu running a bunch of tests
she concludes that youโ€™re somehow immune to the sun and that you donโ€™t have an appetite for humans
and still no sign of sanemi
he hasnโ€™t responded to any of your letters either
when shinobu releases you from her care you head to sanemiโ€™s estate
when you knock on his door he opens, looks at you
and then slams it right back in your face
so you leave
as the weeks pass you throw urself into training with Nezuko who youโ€™ve become friends with
but other than to train you donโ€™t leave your estate
you have locked yourself away from the world
believing that sanemi hates you because of what you are
a monster
itโ€™s not until Genya visits you and sees how pitiful you look that something is done
Genya storms to his brothers home
the ground practically shaking under his steps
Genya literally slaps some sense into Sanemi
like actually slaps the shit outta him
Genya is the only person that could get away with something like that other than you lol
not 10 minutes after genya left your home you get a very hesitant knock on your door
you donโ€™t answer
so Sanemi takes it upon himself to walk in
and he finds you sitting on the floor staring at the wall with a blank look on your face
he sets a gentle hand on your shoulder and you donโ€™t react
you donโ€™t move a muscle
you donโ€™t even blink
itโ€™s as if youโ€™re in a trance
he takes in the dark circles under your eyes
and the frown that looks like itโ€™s permanently stretched across your face
and the guilt hits him full force
kneeling next to you and pulling you into his lap
he buries his face into your hair
and he cries
โ€œiโ€™m so fucking sorryโ€
โ€œif i didnโ€™t decide to split up this wouldnโ€™t have happenedโ€
โ€œitโ€™s my fucking faultโ€
and then he feels you pull away from him
his eyes are still closed with tears slipping down his face
and then a small cold hand is wiping the tears from his face
โ€œyou left meโ€ you say
and his eyes shoot open
to see you with tears in your eyes
he looks away
โ€œi canโ€™t look at you knowing that this is my faultโ€ he says in between cries
โ€œwhy are you here now?โ€ you ask
he pulls you back into his chest and say
โ€œGenya told me how youโ€™ve been acting and I canโ€™t stand knowing that youโ€™re unhappyโ€
you push yourself closer to him and say
โ€œif you want me to be happy, then stayโ€
he takes a deep breath
โ€œiโ€™ll stayโ€
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blossomcake ยท 2 months
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๐”ป๐•–๐•ž๐• ๐•Ÿ ๐•Š๐•๐•’๐•ช๐•–๐•ฃ ๐•”๐•™๐•’๐•ฃ๐•’๐•”๐•ฅ๐•–๐•ฃ๐•ค:
๐•‹๐•™๐•–๐•š๐•ฃ ๐•Š/๐•† ๐•’๐•—๐•—๐•–๐•”๐•ฅ๐•š๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•’๐•ฅ๐•–๐•๐•ช ๐•™๐•ฆ๐•˜๐•ค ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•–๐•ž ๐•—๐• ๐•ฃ ๐•ฅ๐•™๐•– ๐•—๐•š๐•ฃ๐•ค๐•ฅ ๐•ฅ๐•š๐•ž๐•–
แด„สœแด€ส€แด€แด„แด›แด‡ส€s: ษขษชสแดœ sแด€ษดแด‡แดษช แด‹สแดแดŠแดœส€แด แดแดœษชแด„สœษชส€แด แดษชแด„สœษชแด‹แด€แด›sแดœ สแดส€ษชษชแด„สœษช ษขแด‡ษดสแด€ ษชษดแดsแดœแด‹แด‡ แดขแด‡ษดษชแด›sแดœ แด›แด‡ษดษขแด‡ษด แดแดœแดขแด€ษด แด…แดแดœแดแด€ แด‹แดษชษดแด€แด›sแดœ
๐“๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ค๐š ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ
- ๐’๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐
- ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐œ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ 
- ๐‡๐ž ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ.
๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐’๐š๐ง๐ž๐ฆ๐ข
- ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐†๐ข๐ฒ๐ฎ, ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ
- ๐‡๐ž ๐๐จ๐ž๐ฌ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐›๐š๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐/๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ.
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก. ๐Š๐ˆ๐๐ƒ๐€.
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐›๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐Ž๐“ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
- ๐€๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ
๐‘๐ž๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ฎ ๐Š๐ฒ๐จ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ซ๐จ
- ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท
- ๐‡๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž โ€œ๐“๐‡๐€๐๐Š ๐˜๐Ž๐” ๐˜/๐ ๐…๐Ž๐‘ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐‡๐”๐†โ€ โ€œ๐ˆ ๐‘๐„๐€๐‹๐‹๐˜ ๐€๐๐๐‘๐„๐‚๐ˆ๐€๐“๐„ ๐ˆ๐“โ€ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ก๐ก ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž
๐“๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐จ ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐Ÿ‘๏ธ๐Ÿ‘„๐Ÿ‘๏ธ
- ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐. ๐‹๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ? ๐ˆ ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ. ๐Ž๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐œ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐Œ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค
- ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž.
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญโ€ฆ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ, ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค.
- ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ. ๐–๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐จ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ.
- ๐‹๐จ๐ ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก. ๐Ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ ๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐จ๐ง. ๐‡๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐›๐จ๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ. ๐ˆ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐๐ฌ.
- ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ. ๐‚๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง. ๐Ÿซ‚
๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐Œ๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ค๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐, ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐, ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ. ๐€ ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐€ ๐๐ˆ๐“ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐ .
- ๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ .
๐“๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฎ๐ง๐ข ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข
- ๐€๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ž๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ .
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค. ๐€๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐ค ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ.
- ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ง ๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐ŸŒท
๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ฒ๐š
- ๐–๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญโ€ฆ ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ™
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฒ/๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ž๐ž๐ณ๐ž. ๐…๐‘๐„๐„๐™๐„. ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ.
- ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ. ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ง๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ 
- ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐š ๐š๐ฌ๐ค ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐š๐ฐ๐ค๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ
- ๐Ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒโ€ฆ. ๐’๐‹๐ˆ๐†๐‡๐“๐‹๐˜ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค
- ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ% ๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ. (๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐›๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐จ๐œ๐œ๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ)
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐Ÿฅ€
๐‡๐š๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐›๐š๐ซ๐š ๐ˆ๐ง๐จ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ž
- ๐’๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž๐
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐ฒโ€ฆ ๐’๐‹๐Ž๐–๐‹๐˜ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค
- ๐‹๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ข๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ ๐š๐ฆ๐ž. ๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ๐ž๐ซ
- ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก. ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ง๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฑ๐š๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž, ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐จ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฅ๐š๐ณ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ง ๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐š๐ฉ๐ฌ.
๐€๐ ๐š๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š ๐™๐ž๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐›๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐€ ๐‹๐Ž๐“
- ๐Ž๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐
๐”๐ณ๐ฎ๐ข ๐“๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ง
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฒ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐œ๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฎ๐ก ๐ข๐๐ค ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐š๐ฆ๐›๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐Ÿคทโ€โ™€๏ธ
- ๐Ž๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ . ๐ˆ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐Ÿ“โ€™๐Ÿ• ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐Ÿ’€ (๐Ÿ“โ€™๐Ÿ• ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐ฆ = ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ•๐ŸŽ ๐œ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ)
- ๐๐ ๐ฅ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ? ๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅโ€ฆ ๐‡๐„ ๐ˆ๐’ ๐“๐‡๐„ ๐œ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ. ๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ข๐ญ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐ฌ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ (๐จ๐›๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ก๐ž๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ)
๐Š๐ข๐›๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ข ๐Œ๐ฎ๐ณ๐š๐ง
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐›๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ
- ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐š๐œ๐œ๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ . ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐๐๐ž๐ง ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ ๐ž๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ. ๐Ž๐ซ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐š ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ. ๐Ž๐ซ ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ . ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐  ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐จ๐.
- ๐˜๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž ๐œ๐š๐ง ๐›๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐Ÿ˜Œ
๐ƒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š
- ๐‡๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ
- ๐’๐ฐ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐ญ ๐š๐›๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ 
- ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ฎ๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค
- ๐’๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ ๐›๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฉ.
๐Œ๐š๐ฅ๐ž! ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐จ๐›๐ฎ
- ๐‹๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ข๐œ๐ก๐ข, ๐ก๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐žโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐š ๐ก๐ฎ๐ 
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐ฎ๐ 
- ๐‡๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐จ๐ ๐Ÿ‘€
๐“๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐›๐ญ๐ฐ ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ‘
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Are you taking nsfw request? Because i wanted to request nsfw and sfw headcanons of genya and kaigaku with a shy chubby s/o,but if u dont make nsfw request keep it sfw,its okay if you dont do this request
Hewooo Anon!
Sowwy it took me too long to write this! There are just lotsa WIPS. Yep! I'm taking NSFW requests but, I'm just not comfy writing for minor Genya XD I mean, I love him, yes haha!
And you haven't specified if you want him aged up so, Imma keep his part completely SFW. With Kaigaku, hmm maybe a bit NSFW~
๐“œ๐“ช๐“ผ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐“ป๐“ต๐“ฒ๐“ผ๐“ฝ
๐‘ณ๐’๐’—๐’† ๐’€๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐‘ช๐’–๐’“๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐‘จ๐’๐’
๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ: ๐†๐ž๐ง๐ฒ๐š ๐’๐ก๐ข๐ง๐š๐ณ๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š, ๐Š๐š๐ข๐ ๐š๐ค๐ฎ, & ๐‚๐ก๐ฎ๐›๐›๐ฒ!๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ
Content Warnings: Curse Words/NSFW/18+ on Kaigaku's Part
MDNI!
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๐ŸŒธ๐‘ฎ๐’†๐’๐’š๐’‚ ๐‘บ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’‚๐’›๐’–๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’˜๐’‚๐ŸŒธ
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โฅ Genya would never tease you. He would rather die than do that to you, as he knows what it's like to be degraded.
โฅ Genya loves kissing your chubby cheeks and telling you that you look so cute with them. He also likes to kiss your tummy as much as he wants to lay on your thighs. He says it is comfortable. He loves your curvy body. You will often blush when he does this, as he is very touchy. Sometimes, when he is feeling playful, Genya will pinch your cheeks and tickle your side. He likes seeing you smile while blushing madly for him.
โฅ The sweetest thing Genya will do is surprise you with chocolates, and after tasting them, he will steal a kiss from your lips. You would blush at this gesture, as Genya would tell you the taste of the chocolate, saying it's sweeter now.
โฅ There are times that you will feel insecure, so Genya will make sure to assure you that you are the most beautiful lady in his eyes. He kisses your forehead and gives you a warm embrace, comforting you. He would never want you to feel bad, especially when it's about your body, as you are beautiful as you are.
โฅ Your bonding moment with him is cuddling. Genya doesn't really like to eat, so he just makes sure to give you cuddles. As you can see, he is touch-starved, so you can't blame him for his clinginess. He would often whisper lots of I love you in your ear and would also be the first one to fall asleep in your arms.
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๐ŸŒธ๐‘ฒ๐’‚๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’Œ๐’–๐ŸŒธ
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โฅ Kaigaku will sometimes tease you, but not to the point where you'll feel sad. He would often pinch your sides and tell you that he wanted to lay on you. But then, if ever his jokes got to you, the man would soften up and give you all the positive words that you never thought you'd hear from him.
โฅ He loves pinching your cheeks while kissing your lips playfully. He also loves caressing your curves and kissing the stretchmarks on your tummy and thighs. Kaigaku always says you look beautiful with them, and he loves them.
โฅ The sweetest thing he'll do is join you at the bath and steal kisses from you. Yes, he likes seeing you without clothes, as he finds all your curves so beautiful. He would often wash your hair, sometimes even your body. He loves touching you so much.
โฅ When you are feeling insecure, he will immediately drop his crazy facade and embrace you tightly. He would tell you not to listen to others and would always remind you not to compare yourself with other people, as you are definitely more beautiful for him. "You're a goddess." He will always say this and then kiss you, causing you to blush so badly.
โฅ Bonding would be memorable as he really likes joining you on showers...
โฅ After washing you, his touches would turn lewd. Kaigaku loves sliding his hand to touch you more. He enjoys playing with your nipples while pressing his hard cock on your back. He would tell you how he wants to kiss them, and yes, he would go in front of you and suck on your nipples, making you moan out loud. Kaigaku is the type of guy who will mark you. He'll leave a trail of love bites as he goes down on you to eat you out. He will bend you over and fuck you so hard that you will shout in pleasure.ย 
โฅ As noisy as you are, Kaigaku loves to moan out loud, not caring if someone hears your lovemaking. "Fuck yes!" He loves to say this as he pegs your brains out.
โฅ He loves cumming inside of you. He would still not pull out after that and ask you for rounds two and three. Yes, his stamina at sex really astounds you, but of course, you have no complaints as you love it so bad.
โฅ After youย showeredย with him, he would carry you to the bed and wipe your body with his towel. Kaigaku will dress you up after he's done fixing himself and will lay beside you, caressing your curves while kissing your lips. Sometimes, a round four happens, but why now? You want him so bad.
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๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ!
Did my best to make it GN~ Hope you like it!
See you on my other fics~ UwU
๐‹๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐‚๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐€๐ฅ๐ฅ - ๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ˆ๐ˆ
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THE HASHIRA + GENYA WITH A CURLY HAIRED READER P.2
includes: muichiro, obanai, mitsuri, shinobu, genya
a/n: p1 is here and the kamaboko squad ver is here!! (slight ooc i think)
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TOKITO MUICHIRO
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-Muichiro is naturally curious and finds your curly hair fascinating. Heโ€™ll often reach out to touch it, marveling at the texture and the way it springs back when he lets go.
-Heโ€™s always gentle when playing with your hair, running his fingers through it carefully so as not to tangle or pull at your curls. He loves the feeling of the soft, bouncy curls in his hands.
-Despite his often aloof nature, Muichiro shows surprising interest in your haircare routine. Heโ€™ll help you apply products, or even learn how to properly detangle your curls if you let him.
-While Muichiro isnโ€™t the most verbose with compliments, he often finds himself staring at your hair, lost in thought. When you catch him, heโ€™ll say something simple like, โ€œYour hair looks nice today,โ€ but you can tell he really means it.
-When cuddling, Muichiro doesn't mind if his hair gets a little messed up by your curls. In fact, he finds it endearing when your curls end up intertwined with his longer, straighter locks.
-Muichiro quickly picks up on how your hair reflects your moodโ€”whether it's more unruly on a stressful day or styled carefully when youโ€™re feeling confident. Heโ€™s always there with a comforting presence, offering a quiet sense of support.
-In private, he sometimes watches you as you style your hair, captivated by the process. He might not say much, but the way he watches you with soft eyes speaks volumes about how much he appreciates every part of you.
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IGURO OBANAI
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-Obanai might not say it often, but he secretly adores your curly hair. He finds it unique and beautiful, often stealing glances when youโ€™re not looking.
-Obanai is very protective of you, and that extends to your hair. If anyone tries to touch or comment on it in a negative way, heโ€™ll give them a look that immediately makes them back off, as will Kaburamaru.
-Heโ€™s fascinated by the texture of your curls. When youโ€™re sitting together, heโ€™ll gently twirl a curl around his finger, feeling the bounce and softness.
-Obanai has a dry sense of humor, and he might tease you about your hair getting in the way during training or how it gets frizzy, but itโ€™s always in a loving, playful manner. He secretly finds every little quirk about your hair endearing.
-Even though heโ€™d never admit it, Obanai does some quiet research on how to take care of curly hair. Heโ€™s learned what products work best and might subtly gift you a new hair oil or leave-in conditioner, pretending it was something he just โ€œhappened to find.โ€
-If you ever let him help with your haircare routine, he takes it very seriously. Heโ€™ll carefully apply products, making sure to be gentle and precise, enjoying the intimate moment between you two.
-Obanai finds your morning curls particularly cute. He might not say it out loud, but the sight of you with bedhead and unruly curls makes him smile under his mask.
-When you need to tie your hair back for training or a mission, Obanai will silently offer to help. Heโ€™s surprisingly good at it, quickly learning how to tie it in a way thatโ€™s comfortable and keeps it out of your face.
-Obanai is very observant and will notice if your hair is bothering you, like if itโ€™s too hot or if youโ€™re struggling with frizz. Heโ€™ll quietly suggest taking a break or offer to find some shade if youโ€™re out in the sun.
-His snake, Kaburamaru, is also drawn to your curls. Sometimes, it will slither around your hair, almost as if itโ€™s playing in it. Obanai finds this amusing and loves how Kaburamaru seems to be as enchanted by you as he is.
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KANROJI MITSURI
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-Mitsuri is constantly showering you with compliments about your curly hair. Sheโ€™ll gush over how beautiful, unique, and adorable your curls are, and sheโ€™s always finding new ways to express how much she loves them.
-Mitsuri absolutely loves playing with your hair. Whether itโ€™s twirling your curls around her fingers, gently tugging on a curl to watch it spring back, or just running her hands through your hair, sheโ€™s completely fascinated and could spend hours just admiring it.
-She loves the idea of matching hairstyles and will often suggest doing fun and cute hairstyles together. Mitsuri might even try to curl her own hair to match yours, even if itโ€™s just for a day, so you can have matching curls.
-Mitsuri is always excited to try out new hairstyles on you. Sheโ€™ll happily braid your hair, try out different updos, or even accessorize your curls with cute hairpins and ribbons. Sheโ€™s super creative and loves experimenting with your gorgeous curls.
-Mitsuri knows that sometimes curly hair can be difficult to manage, especially on bad hair days. Sheโ€™s always there to encourage you, reminding you how beautiful your curls are no matter what. Her positivity is infectious, and sheโ€™ll do whatever she can to help you feel confident and happy.
-Mitsuri is incredibly proud to have you by her side, and sheโ€™s always excited to show you off. She loves how your curly hair makes you stand out and will often introduce you to others with an extra bit of pride in her voice, emphasizing how gorgeous you are.
-On relaxing days, Mitsuri enjoys spending time with you snuggled up together, maybe watching a silly romcom or just chatting. Sheโ€™ll bring out your favorite hair care products and offer to help with your routine, turning it into a bonding experience full of love and pampering.
-Mitsuri loves coordinating outfits with you, and that includes matching hair accessories. Sheโ€™ll pick out colorful ribbons, headbands, or clips that complement both her hair and yours, making sure you both look adorable together.
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KOCHO SHINOBU
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-Shinobu is quietly captivated by your curly hair. While she may not openly gush over it like Mitsuri might, she often finds herself admiring your curls when youโ€™re not looking, appreciating the unique beauty they bring to your appearance.
-When youโ€™re together, Shinobu will occasionally reach out to touch your hair, her fingers lightly grazing your curls. Her touch is always delicate, as if sheโ€™s handling something precious. Sheโ€™s careful not to disturb your curls too much, respecting the effort you put into maintaining them.
-Given her medical expertise, Shinobu is knowledgeable about all things related to health and care, including hair. Sheโ€™ll offer you advice on maintaining your curls, suggesting natural remedies or ingredients that could help keep your hair healthy and vibrant.
-Shinobu appreciates authenticity, and she loves seeing your hair in its natural state. Sheโ€™ll encourage you to embrace your curls and wear them proudly, subtly complimenting you on how beautiful and unique you look.
-Shinobu is intrigued by your haircare routine. She might sit quietly nearby as you go through the steps, observing with a soft smile. Occasionally, sheโ€™ll ask questions, not out of necessity but out of genuine interest in understanding more about what makes your curls so lovely.
-After a long day, Shinobu will offer to give you a relaxing scalp massage, knowing how it can help with curl maintenance and relaxation. Her fingers are skilled and gentle, and she enjoys these quiet moments of intimacy with you.
-Shinobu has a knack for picking out small, elegant hair accessories that suit your curls perfectly. Sheโ€™ll surprise you with delicate hairpins or ribbons that complement your style, presenting them with a gentle smile and a suggestion to try them out.
-Shinobu is a firm believer in self-care and will often encourage you to take time for yourself, especially when it comes to maintaining your curls. She might prepare a relaxing bath for you or suggest a pampering session, knowing how important it is to care for both your hair and your well-being.
-Though she might tease you gently about your bedhead in the morning, Shinobu finds your tousled curls endearing. Her playful teasing is always paired with a fond smile, showing that she loves every part of you, even the moments when your hair is at its wildest.
-Shinobu admires your confidence when you embrace your natural curls. Sheโ€™s always subtly encouraging, making you feel beautiful and valued for who you are. Her compliments are never over the top but are sincere and well-timed, leaving you feeling appreciated.
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SHINAZUGAWA GENYA
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-Genya might be a bit shy and awkward at first when it comes to expressing his admiration for your curly hair. Heโ€™ll often steal glances, fascinated by the way your curls frame your face, but he might struggle to find the right words to compliment you.
-Once Genya becomes more comfortable, heโ€™ll want to learn how to help you take care of your curls. Heโ€™ll ask you about your haircare routine, genuinely interested in understanding how to best support you, even if heโ€™s a little clumsy at first.
-As he gets closer to you, Genya might start to tease you in a light-hearted, affectionate way about your curly hair, saying things like, โ€œYour hairโ€™s gonna take over the world one day.โ€ Itโ€™s always clear that he loves your hair, even when heโ€™s joking around.
-Genya is very protective by nature, and this extends to your hair as well. If anyone makes a rude comment about your curls, heโ€™ll immediately step in, his rough exterior flaring up in defense of you. He wonโ€™t tolerate anyone disrespecting you or your appearance.
-When the two of you are alone, Genya loves the feeling of your curls. Heโ€™s a bit rough around the edges, but when heโ€™s with you, his touch is surprisingly gentle. Heโ€™ll absentmindedly run his hands through your hair, enjoying the softness and the way your curls feel against his skin.
-Genya admires your confidence in rocking your natural curls. Itโ€™s something he finds incredibly attractive, and it inspires him to be more confident in himself as well. He sees your curls as a symbol of your individuality and strength.
-Genya knows that curly hair can be a challenge, especially on bad hair days. When youโ€™re feeling frustrated, heโ€™s there with a comforting presence, offering to help however he can. Whether itโ€™s helping you detangle or just being there to listen, heโ€™s always supportive.
-Seeing you smile when your curls look particularly good makes Genyaโ€™s day. He might not always know how to express it, but your happiness means the world to him, and heโ€™ll do whatever he can to keep that smile on your face.
-Genya secretly loves your morning bedhead, even if he doesnโ€™t say it outright. He finds it endearing and will often pull you close for morning cuddles, enjoying the way your curls brush against his face. Itโ€™s one of those quiet moments he cherishes deeply.
-Genya, being thoughtful in his own way, always carries an extra hair tie or two with him in case you need one. He knows how annoying it can be when you want to tie your hair back but donโ€™t have anything on hand, so heโ€™s always prepared to help.
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Kamaboko boys reaction to, "I love you."
This includes: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Genya Shinazugawa
Pairing: All x Gender neutral reader
WARNING(S): none
HASHIRA VERSION KNY MASTERLIST
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TANJIRO KAMADO
He smiled kindly, sneaking a peek at you through his dark, thick lashes. A field of unkempt sakura blooms blossomed along his round cheeks, tingeing them a faint pink. BA-THUMP! BA-THUMP! BA-THUMP! His heart cried out. Your words left him uneasy, embarrassed even, as they lightly tickled his chest. Despite his wishes, he could not speak for he was grinning far too wide to do so.
Training that evening proved to be quite the challenge for the young slayer as vivid pictures of you had obscured his mind, slowly but surely eating away at his concentration. Your words rang through his head like a silver bell, loud and persisting, furthering his desire to see you โ€”touch youโ€” He's getting red just thinking about it!
โ€œTโ€ฆThank you for loving me. I really don't deserve you sometimes.โ€ He whispered, leaning into your shoulder. โ€œI love you too.โ€ Tanjiro pressed a light kiss to your cheek, using his free hand to gently grip your unoccupied shoulder. A cheery laugh had escaped you at his chastity, nearly sending his heart into another frenzy. And to no one's surprise, you were enjoying every bit of it.
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ZENITSU AGATSUMA
Oh my, you've made the poor thing faint. Stumbling over his words much like any other sweet adolescent. His fair skin held a warmth much like the sun, if not putting it to shame. Even with his lack of consciousness, that same lovesick grin had never fled his lips. Oh, and be a dear and close his mouth. We wouldn't want him to swallow any pesky flies, would we?
Upon his return from the land of dreams, Zenitsu was distraught. His body rested against the plush cushions of your futon with you seated by his side. He watches you gently rest a damp cloth on his burning skin, humming a feeble tune to occupy the silence. Zenitsu cleared his throat in hopes of "cooly" responding to your confession, but as you'd expect, he fails miserably.
โ€œI-I love you too!!โ€ He shouted, clasping your hands to his chest. โ€œWait, no โ€” I love you more than anything!โ€ You gently push him back towards the futon, tucking him beneath the sheets once more before lightly caressing his rosy cheeks. To him, words simply cannot convey his feelings for you. They are far too complex to describe. He's happy and he sure as hell wants you to know that.
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INOSUKE HASHIBIRA
โ€œEh? The hell is that!?โ€ Of course, he's confused, why wouldn't he be? Don't take it to heart, you expected this after all. (growing up in the wild does that to you.) Nonetheless, you can't help but feel a little bit annoyed by his statement. Just how clueless could he possibly be and why did you care about him so much? Two questions that you decided to indulge in another time.
Once you walked away, Insouke was quick to find Tanjiro and ask what this "love" thing was, seeing as you were so reluctant to tell him. At first, he finds it rather silly. Why do people use those words as a term of endearment anyways? He can just show you how much he cares! But with further convincing from Tanjiro, Inosuke shoves his inquiries to the side...for now.
โ€œI โ€˜luoveโ€™ you, or whatever you said, too.โ€ You gave him the most deadpan expression, using that moment to take in the immediate panic dancing across his gentle features. A snort slipped past your lips as you snaked your arms around his perfectly thin waist. At that point, you didn't know what you hated more, his obliviousness or his pretty face.
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GENYA SHINAZUGAWA
โ€œWhat...what'd you say?โ€ He grimaced at the harshness of his tone as it was not his intention. He turned away from you, brushing his nose with the pad of his thumb in sheer hope of masking his embarrassment. But it didn't. You were able to spot the deep red creeping up the back of his neck to the tips of his ears. Scooting a bit closer to him, you rest your head on his back, rendering him stiff. But at that moment, you just didn't care.
Being as ill-mannered as he is, Genya hadn't expected anyone who didn't share the same blood to genuinely care for him. The boy has natural bitch repellent unbeaten in his DNA so surely even you are aware of the reasoning behind his insecurities. But, I suppose that makes him charming in a very questionable sense.
โ€œYou aren't too bad yourself...โ€ which roughly translates to โ€œI love you too so please don't take this the wrong way.โ€ Genya needs as much love as he can get, though he refuses to admit it. As his partner you should go with your gut when dealing with him โ€” if you think he needs comfort, a hug, then just do it โ€” because at times, you seek to understand his emotions better than himself.
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๐Ÿ’Œ ๐‰๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐š ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฐ ๐Š๐๐˜ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐›๐ž๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐’๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐ž๐ญ ๐€๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐ซ. . .
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includes ;; genya, muichiro content ;; pure fluff. a/n ;; stresstember eh? the perfect time to indulge in some adorable escapism! (ยด๏ฝกโ€ข โ—ก โ€ข๏ฝก`) โ™ก
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โ˜†โ˜†โ˜† # genya shinazugawa !
genya regularly receives check-ups at the Butterfly Mansion, thus you tend to bump into him a ton!
this is where things start to take a turn. . . he stops getting so angry and quick to shut you down. . . and instead, he starts watching you train a little more, keeping idle tabs on your schedule, daydreaming of you when he should be focusing on training. . .
then it hits him:
he's got a crush ?!
to this boy love literally feels lethal.
he can't function. at all. he's unable to stand or talk to you for more than a few seconds without becoming flustered and wracked with nerves.
so loving you from afar is the simplest-easiest option.
he stares a ton, and tries hard not to get caught.
daydreams when he shouldn't- and at the worst times- you can only get punched in the face while training so many times before you start to wonder if having a crush is really worth it.
i'm pretty sure anyone could see the reason this quick-tempered boy suddenly turns shy when he's around you.
and he hates admitting it. (what is he supposed to do? he's never been in love before?)
there are times when he's 100% undoubtably sure that you're busy- or far, far away from the scene of the crime. . . he'll sneak into your room (after double checking that the coast is clear, again) he'll leave a few wildflowers next to your nightstand.
just the thought that he's showing romantic affection towards you has his heart palpitating. . . even if it is, technically indirect.
has him paranoid as hell, like somehow even after all his precautions, you'll just know it was him. if you suspect him, or bring it up, he'll vehemently deny everything.
(whenever he leaves flower btw, it'll be up to a week before he works up the courage to bring another bunch, and in between he tries to garner the courage to talk to you. . . without success)
he'd actually get pretty comfortable with this scenario, and eventually saves up enough to produce a small vase to hold all the flowers.
and it feels like the biggest step yet!
its a painfully simple pot, and he feels he could do better, but he's tied a woven red string around the neck to help. . . at least a little.
you know. . . in the future he could tie notes to it. the thought has his ears burning red hot, and he flees the scene just as quickly.
โ˜†โ˜†โ˜† # muichiro tokito !
honestly, it doesn't fully occur to him that he is a secret admirer at first.
he just one day happens to notice you because you caught his eye. nothing in particular, there was just something. . . bright about your presence.
your eyes? your smile? who could really say. all he knows is that your very interesting to look at when you're around.
even your voice catches his attention, like the sound of bells to his ears. its calming and also so alluring? how are you able to charm him like this?
the couple times you caught him staring he looked away quickly, then he starts wondering why he's afraid of being caught?
that's when the idea of an idea starts to form in his head.
a crush!
honestly, i think he'd smile to himself at the thought. its all very confusing and all very new and exciting!
he'd stare a ton and try to be subtle. . . but then fail at that too. (at this point he's just standing beside a tree rather than behind it?)
muichiro gifts you things that remind him of you: things that are eye-catching and interesting to him.
. . . something that holds his attention as much as you do. . .
mostly things he's found, like the shiniest shells or rocks, broken ornaments or porcelain he's found. the best would probably be a tiny pearl he. . . acquired.
instructs his crow to deliver them to you, which in turn means you get hit in the head with said object- you don't need a more obvious clue to know that his crow hates. your. guts. (don't worry she's just a little jealous)
at first, he completely forgets that he's sent anything to you at all.
until he see's you holding them and it all connects.
silently hopes you to make the connection too. and i don't think he'd mind being caught at all. (its kind of like a fun game he's playing, that subsequently causes the faintest blush to appear across the bridge of his nose)
thinks about you maybe a bit too much, and starts to get excited at the prospect of being in love or a relationship! what would it be like to hold your hand, or even have all of your attention for once? (now he's just smiling up at the clouds like an adorable idiot)
if he writes anything (a note?) its just doodles and drawings he's done that he then hands over to his crow to deliver.
actually very fond of leaving you snacks too. . . or straight up offering to share while (innocently) asking you what โ›all those things in your handsโœ are.
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๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐œ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐š๐ฆ๐š๐›๐จ๐ค๐จ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฎ๐š๐
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ft: tanjiro kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira, kanao tsuyuri, genya shinazugawa
Genlas canon Iโ€™m ufotable so what if I made a kny oc bcs of genya ๐Ÿ—ฃ๏ธ ใƒปignore how half of these are about sleep
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# tanjiro ! โ˜†
TANJIRO is such a sweetheart, he really is. But when it comes to sticking to a schedule, he does not make any shortcut or excuses to what will happen. Whatever the schedule says goes no ifs ands or buts. Thankfully he only uses a morning routine anyways.
He had heard from both Rengoku and Mitsuri that having a morning schedule is very good to prepare you for the day. So tanjiro has one to! He tries to get you to follow the routine along with him but you would rather stay in bed instead..
The moment the sun begins to rise is the time Tanjiro wakes up as well. Itโ€™s almost as if his body had a set in clock to wake him up. He already gets himself up before he comes and โ€œpestersโ€ you, who is still sound asleep when heโ€™s ready to start the day. Tanjiro only pokes your cheek trying to get you to wake up.
You only groan turning your body over as you already know what heโ€™s waking you up for. โ€œTanjiro I donโ€™t even think the sun is up yet..โ€ you mumble putting a pillow over your head. Tanjiro only silently laughs before replying โ€œThat doesnโ€™t mean we canโ€™t wake up either, if we donโ€™t go fast weโ€™re going to miss our time to train before leaving!โ€ He only flashes a beaming smile, you wished to see that smile in your dreams right now instead.
# zenitsu ! โ˜†
If he had to be honest ZENITSU is unironically really clumsy. Sometimes heโ€™s doing it to get a laugh out of you, but other times heโ€™s genuinely falling. He canโ€™t help it! It used to be something that happened every now and then but itโ€™s almost become more of a habit of his now.
Even if everybody knows he really is just clumsy, if your around without fail heโ€™ll try to play it off like it was on purpose. If your around and heโ€™s already mid fall heโ€™s going to try and stick the landing to make it seem like he was being funny and just doing it on purpose. Other times when itโ€™s too late to cover up his mistake he tries to cover it up with a cheesy pick up line.
Youโ€™re only sharpening your sword, admiring the peace until itโ€™s disrupted once again. You can hear a very familiar voice chanting your name as the voice only grows closer and closer. You turn around to see zenitsu rushing towards you after turning a corner, and from what you can tell he has a couple of flowers in his hand.
Itโ€™s only when he gets closer is when he somehow manages to trip on whatever was in his path. He comes tumbling towards you as you rush to his aid only to see him quickly put a rose in his mouth. He stares at you with a prideful gaze as you bite back a laugh. You canโ€™t hold it in anymore once he screams howling something along the lines of โ€œTHE ROSE POKED ME!!โ€
# inosuke ! โ˜†
Sleeping around INOSUKE is no fun at all. He normally has a lot of energy so staying up late is a given, if you manage to actually fall asleep before he does your lucky. If he even manages to get tired and get close to a bed youโ€™re doomed.
When inosuke is asleep there is nothing that is going to wake him up except himself. He is stone cold asleep meaning whatever he does do in his asleep is a complete ball game to deal with. Itโ€™s obvious that he is going to be uncomfortably loud, but he really handsy and not in the romantic way at all..
You groan on the edge of the bed as the cold air breezes against you, an hour before you were very much comfortable in the bed, alone at least. The moment inosuke toppled into bed was when everything came to an end. He took all the blankets for himself, he sprawled out taking up most of the space, and did this all while asleep already.
Not to mention the fact he was almost louder than when kyojuro when heโ€™s talking whenever he snores. Every other moment the room rattles with how loud he is. To the point where you get so fed up you grab the one pillow you can find and move to sleep on the couch. It was much easier falling asleep on the couch, the only problem is when you woke up you find inosuke still completely asleep on top of you.
# kanao ! โ˜†
A lot of people donโ€™t realize that KANAO can be unusually blunt. Around you she feels more open to speak her mind about something and without realizing it. Her words can come out much more harsh than she had originally intended it.
When sheโ€™s around you sheโ€™s much more careful at watching her tongue, as she obviously does not wish to hurt your feelings. Which she is really good at!! But if you ask for honest criticism she canโ€™t say that she wonโ€™t hold back even on you.
You stare at kanaoโ€™s paper as she continues to sketch the treeline in the window Infront of the both of you. Youโ€™re impressed by her eye for art and even wonder if she could give you some tips as well. Itโ€™s not like you havenโ€™t been practicing after all! โ€œKanao? Would you mind giving me some tips on how to improve my drawing? Honest criticism please.โ€ You ask the girl as she turns to you. Kanao stares down at your drawing seeing what she believes is a samurai down on your paper.
She looks up back at you taking a deep breath before saying, โ€œwell your drawing isnโ€™t near accurate to what time period I assume youโ€™re going for. The proportions are off, the armor plates arenโ€™t in the right place, the blade is incorrect, the legs arenโ€™t even or balance the upper body.โ€ Your jaw drops as kanao only looks back at you putting a hand on your shoulder. โ€œI could help you if you like.โ€ She hopes this would make up for shock she put on your face
# genya ! โ˜†
While GENYA can normally keep things together, there are times where he doesnโ€™t keep track how long he has been a demon. Itโ€™s rare considering he normally on a mission for this to ever really happen, but it doesnโ€™t mean it hasnโ€™t.
The mission had gone well to say the least but everything had gone on for so long. Task after task, minute after minute Genya had become more weary and more irritable. By the time he was actually released he couldnโ€™t care about anything except going to bed. On the plus side it would mean he could see your face as well.
When he finally made it to the inn you to weโ€™re staying at he didnโ€™t think twice about immediately moving towards the bedrooms. He failed to see his reflection or acknowledge how loud his footsteps were moving around the house. You groggily open your eyes startled awake by the incoming noise, you donโ€™t remember anybody staying with you. Not until a shadow peers through the doorway.
You turn around to see yellow eyes stand out from the dark hallway. They pierce menacingly almost into the room your in, slowly creeping closer in the dark. Naturally you scream but your surprised when the figure screams to. It stumbles around the room until it can see its own reflection. Itโ€™s only then when you realize itโ€™s just genya who didnโ€™t even realize he was a demon himself. He only mumbles out a small โ€œohh..โ€ before climbing into bed to try and trying to apologize to you..
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สšษž โบห– โธโธ
GENYA SHINAZUGAWA
a/n: ok this is sort of clunky โ€˜n all over the place but whatevaa. indulge in genya beinโ€™ the teenage boy he is:((
c/w: non-sexual nudity, brief description of injury.
You and Genya travel together through the barren woods, beneath the moonlit sky. The trees are twisted and gnarled, with branches resembling skeletal fingers. The air is dense with the aroma of moist earth and decay, contributing to the forest's ominous aura.ย 
The air periodically whistles about, among the distant chirping of crickets.
Upon concluding your session of patrol, you revert to your allocated, shared cabin.ย 
However, as consequence of your negligence within combat, a fresh, piercing wound emerged across your stomach, concealed beneath your palm. Blood seeps through your fingertips and coats your apparel in a rich crimson.ย 
You reflect serenely on your circumstance. You are reluctant, and perhaps humiliated to share your condition, but you consider it as the best approach. Overlooking the wound may result in infection.ย 
You spoke.ย 
โ€œSorry, Iโ€“ bruised myself.โ€, you murmured. โ€œIs there a river we could stop by? Jusโ€™ to clean it.โ€
Genya seems troubled, frowning towards you. His eyes narrow as he evaluates your statement.ย 
โ€œWhat? Yeahโ€ฆ we can. Thereโ€™s a riverbank, just over there.โ€ He countered, diverting their path to a nearby stream.
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As you drew near, the gurgle of running water broke the calm of the woodland.
Genya sits upon a smooth, broad stone near to the river's side.
You observe the crystal-like stream. The water rushes slowly across polished boulders, reflecting the moonlight in a vibrant array of colours.
Your fingers curl to your uniform, gradually lifting it upwards. You reveal the slender, freshly carved wound across your abdomen. Blood trickles along your flesh.
Genya averts his vision, appearing bashful and flustered as he observes the delicate skin of your abdomen. Attempting to preserve his composure.ย 
Eventually, he perceives the long, newly formed injury. He grimaces
โ€œShitโ€ฆโ€, he cursed, his brows furrowing. โ€œHowโ€™d you get that?โ€
You direct your glance to him, flushing faintly in shame.ย 
โ€œ...I sort of slacked. Thatโ€™s all.โ€, You declared, attempting to explain yourself.
A brief pause.
โ€œItโ€™sโ€ฆ probably best if I undress.โ€, you began slowly. โ€œJusโ€™ to let it clear beneath the stream. Dโ€™you mind if I?--โ€
Genya hesitates, biting his tongue. He senses his complexion reddening at the thought, but he encourages himself to remain composed.
โ€œ..yeahโ€ฆ sureโ€ฆ Go ahead," he grumbled quietly.ย 
Your back to him, you cautiously unclothe, discarding the blood-stained uniform from your body. As you let the fabric fall to the ground, an easing sense of relief pours over you.
ย You steadily descend beneath the water, the scrape gradually clearing within the stream. The water envelopes you in its dark grasp.ย 
Genya glances elsewhere awkwardly, attempting to preserve a stern demeanour. His body stiffens as numerous beads of sweat fall along the surface of his skin. His breath caught in his throat.
โ€œIsโ€ฆ the water cold?โ€, he asks hestitantly, swallowing dryly.ย 
You cast a glimpse at him, over your shoulder. โ€œSlightly, but it is bearable.โ€, you reply quietly. โ€œAlmost soothing.โ€
You contemplate a proposal whilst listening to the night's critters. You remarked once more.
โ€œMaybe youโ€™dโ€ฆ like to join me?โ€, You inquired, peering intently towards him.ย 
He blinks, his cheeks developing an ominous red. His fingers twitch faintly.ย 
โ€œ...Areโ€“ Are you sure?โ€, He struggles with his speech. He lingers before swallowing, beginning to undress. He folds his uniform and lays it upon a nearby rock. A crisp breeze glides against his exposed skin.
โ€œThereโ€™s a small bottle of disinfectant in the pocket of my uniform.โ€, you briskly recall. โ€œI had bought it just in case. Could you bring it with you?โ€ย ย ,ย 
โ€œ...Yeah,โ€ He responded gently, stepping over to your clothing and retrieving a miniature glass bottle from the pocket.
He approaches you, seating near the shore of the river. The container is in his hand. He glances at you, somewhat hesitant and shy.ย 
You peer between the glass and his expression. Your cheeks flushed once more.ย 
โ€œYouโ€ฆ wouldnโ€™t mindโ€ฆโ€, you whisper, attempting to gather your sentence. โ€œItโ€™s justโ€“ if I do it, iโ€™ll be too gentle with myself, โ€˜n wonโ€™t clear it properly.โ€
His cheeks heat with your query, and the notion of his hands contacting your flesh... His mind is conflicted, yearning to sustain his calm.ย 
โ€œYโ€“Yeahโ€ฆ I can do itโ€ฆโ€, He responds, seizing the bottle and unscrewing its lid.ย 
You situate yourself on the river's ledge, exhibiting your wound. The expanse of water below mirrors the moon's fragile light, creating an atmosphere of tranquilly.ย 
Your fingers tread and trail through the greenery as you observe the firebugs dancing inelegantly. The flickering insects illuminate the gloom, culminating in a captivating show of lucency and movement. The crickets croak idly.ย 
Genya's gaze is fixed on the wound, staring to it. He raises up the container and spills a small bit of the transparent liquid over his fingertips. The fluid feels frigid on his skin.ย 
He slowly draws closer to you, shuddering slightly as a cold runs up his spine.
โ€œ..This might sting,"ย  he announced gently. He lays his hand upon your stomach, meticulously caressing and examining the injury. His touch is assertive, his demeanour attentive.
Exhale a hefty, pained breath through your lips, attempting to attain a sense of serenity.
ย Your hand skimmed along his bicep. A pleasant warmth brushes against your fingertips.
He feels your touch to his arm, and he promptly peers to your visage, his expression beaming scarlet. Your proximity ignited a surge of emotions in him.ย ย ย 
Heโ€™s swift to shift his focus back to the wound, ignoring the sensation of her grasp upon his body. The warmth of your contact lingered on his flesh.ย 
โ€œSorry,โ€ He murmurs, as he pours an additional portion of the disinfectant, carefully cleaning the incision. The fragrance of antiseptic permeates the space, merging with the metallic tinge of blood.
Your fingertips trace easing patterns on his back in a bid to divert your focus.
โ€œ...โ€™S alright. Thanks for doinโ€™ this.โ€, you spoke tenderly.ย 
He bites into his tongue once more, an almost strangled sound emerges from his lips.ย He tries to retain his poise, but your fingers sketching soft lines upon his body's surface renders it strenuous. His breathing quickens, his chest rising and sinking, putting out a considerable lot of effort to ignore your touch.ย 
โ€œ...Yeah.โ€, he replied lowly, his voice almost strained.ย 
Your fingertips continue to trace the crevices of his muscles, brushing his scars. You feel the coarse texture of his skin beneath your fingertips, your expression compassionate.
Genya shudders as your hands skim the ridgesย  on his skin. He attempts to breathe steadily, but he can feel his composure sliding with each stroke of your fingers. His face is flushed with a deep scarlet, and his eyes are adhered to your open flesh, willfully avoiding your glance.
ย He finishes cleansing the wound, gently puncturing the region surrounding the injury. His expression almost relieved.ย 
Your thumbs glide to his hair, caressing the dark curls. The delicate strands flow through your fingers, and you can feel the warmth of his temple beneath your touch.
โ€œ...โ€™S it lookinโ€™ okay?โ€, You enquire, your chest heaving.ย 
Genya's gaze flickers to you momentarily before reverting to the body of water.
โ€œYeahโ€ฆ itโ€™s lookinโ€™ alright.โ€, he replied, his tone breathier. He took a deep breath, wiping sweat from his brow.
โ€œYou got a bandage then? Donโ€™ wanna ruin your work.โ€, you continued. Your hands lay idly on your lap.ย 
He nods, reaching over to his pile of garments. โ€œ..Yeah, Iโ€™ve got one.โ€, he says, rummaging through his uniform, before retrievingย  an unopened roll of fabric bandages.ย 
You observe quietly, grateful for his attentive care. His presence exudes an appeasing warmth, his mannerisms unusually delicate.
Your gaze trailing to the crystalline ripples of the stream, savouring the serenity of the sight. The calm murmuring of the river soothes every sense.
Genya returns to you, unravelling the roll of gauze and gently encasing it around the wound. His fingers work carefully, taking care not to overtighten the fabric while still ensuring that it stays in place. His knuckles periodically brush against your skin, and his breathing is slow and deliberate, his heart thundering in his chest. The tension between them is apparent, an unspoken connection humming beneath the surface.
As he laboured, you renewed your focus on the numerous scars that adorned his body. The jagged lines and faded marks stood in sharp contrast to the compassion with which he now cared for your wound, exhibiting an element of tenderness that he rarely exhibited.
โ€œ..Youโ€™re too rough on yourself, yโ€™know. Youโ€™ve got too many scars.โ€, you remarked, sympathetically.ย 
He pauses for awhile following your comment, his gaze flickering up to your face. He exhales dryly as he continues to carefully wrap the bandage around the wound, his fingers working slower than before. The vicinity is filled with strained silence, punctuated by the erratic sound of fabric being pulled taut.
"..I'm fine.." is all he can say, his voice subdued and raspy.
You pause, observing him keenly. You grasp his hand and trace the scuffed skin.ย 
โ€œYou promise?โ€, you persisted.ย 
His breath jerks, your delicate touch renders it onerous to express himself clearly.
ย He swallows dryly and nods slightly, his cheeks flushing as he struggles to regulate his heartbeat, which is striking against his chest. He attempts to gather his words.
โ€œYeahโ€ฆ yeah, I promiseโ€ฆโ€ He replies, his voice slightly hoarse.
You nod, acknowledging his words. โ€œOkay.โ€, you whispered, glaring to his flustered expression.
As he concludes wrapping his bandage over your injuries, a sense of serenity emerges. Under the silvery sky, you appreciate the beauty of the present. The subtle rustling of foliage and distant chirping of crickets create an oasis of peace, allowing you to temporarily forget about the discomfort.ย 
โ€œ...Genya?โ€
His gaze meets yours. He nods subtly, as he listens intently.ย 
โ€œ...I meant what I said. This meant a lot to me.โ€, you said truthfully.
Genya pauses, his breath caught in his throat. His face rose a deeper shade of red, his entire body trembled and tensed. He briefly looks to you before hurriedly glancing aside and murmuring a response.
โ€œ...Y-Yeah..โ€, he chokes out, before clearing his throat. โ€œ...I-Iโ€™m glad I could helpโ€ฆโ€
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