#hashira x gn reader

[bones4thecats]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🔊 Water muffles sound, so

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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hiii just found you, and was wondering if you could do like the hashira’s reactions to a half demon, half human child (maybe toddler age). The child would be introduced at one of the hashira meetings

Then again I don’t know if you’ve already done this but yeah…

I have done something similar but I can't find it

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, kid!" A lowered rank yelled at you. It was the middle of the night and you were alone in the middle of the woods, playing without a care in the world.

"Kid where are your parents!" He got closer while still yelling.

This time you turned to face him. Your eyes glowed in the dark scaring the poor guy.

"Hi." You smiled while waving.

"What are you doing out here?"

"playin' "

"Where are your parents?" He asked again. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Come with me I'll take you somewhere safe." He leaned down to your height while holding out his arm, You hesitantly took it.

He took you to the master's estate in hopes of him finding a place for you

Ubuyashiki couldn't find your family so he made arrangements for you to live with him and his family

during this time his wife noticed your weird behaviors like not eating or sleeping, feeling nauseous around the scent of wisteria, your skin getting irritated when your out in the sun for too long

She brought this up with her husband and he asked you If you were a demon to which you replied

"Yes and no but master said it's a secret"

it's no longer a secret cause he called a meeting

"Hello my children, I've called you all here on account of my guest. A child was found playing in the woods, They have been living here for a while and we have suspected they might be a cross of demon and human."

"How is that possible?"

"Can we met them."

"I don't want to met another demon." Sanemi said with a tone of arrogance.

"Then go home no one needs the attitude." Tengen sassed.

"You-"

"I for one would like to see what they are like!" Rengoku boasted, accidentally cutting Sanemi off. He couldn't hear him.

"Are we sure it's safe. We do not know its intention." Gyomei asked.

"During the time they were here they never ate or was agressive towards anyone. Why don't you come out Y/n, I know you're listening."

You slightly opened the door to the engawa and peaked your head out.

"They're gonna kill me." You whined.

"No ones gonna kill you," Ubuyashiki and his children chuckled, "Can you come here please."

You thought for a minute before slowly making your way over to him, careful not making eye contact with the hashira.

"Aw how cute." Mitsuri gushed.

"What's wrong with it."

"Still with the attitude."

"Poor thing is scared." Gyomei started to tear up.

"They don't look the least bit demon." Iguro noted.

"Cause I'm not... Not fully." You said.

"What does that mean, Y/n?" Kagaya asked.

You shrugged, Sanemi groaned, "No disrespect master, but I don't see the purpose of keeping it alive."

"I second that."

"I told you they wanted to kill me!" You cried while running back into the mansion.

"...Well then I guess this meeting it over. You are dismissed."

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<- Sanemi simp posts masterlist

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

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

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

“You want me to…what?!”

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

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

“I want you to smack my ass.”

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

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

“Now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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breeding kink w/ mitsuri kanroji~ ♡

(dom!gn!amab!reader)

mitsuri was always stunning to you. her past lovers were fools to believe that she was anything less than perfection. if only they were to see her now, then perhaps they would consider taking her back. but unfortunately for them, you would never let them have mitsuri. because now-

"p-please- ah! hah, let me cum darling!" mitsuri was your angel. her ass was littered with bite marks and strands of her slick that stuck to your pelvis everytime she thrusts her pussy to the hilt of your cock. mitsuri's back arched when the head of your dick hit her pleasure spot that made her see stars.

mitsuri’s legs tightened around your thighs and put her hands on her chest to play with her nipples as she continued to ride you, desperately wanting to reach her climax. If only you could see her pretty face twist and turn every time your cock abused her sweet, tight, walls.

slaps of skin against skin and the lewd squelching of mitsuri's pussy taking your dick filled the room alongside her whiney breaths and begging. "i'm so close! please f-fill me up- nghhh! i-i don't care if i get pregnant, just cum with me!" mitsuri pleads breathlessly. deciding on having mercy on your angel, you smack her ass, watching as it jiggles and mitsuri lets out a loud squeal before grabbing her thighs and pulling her legs up to her quivering boobs and began to mercilessly thrust up into her wet cunt.

"dirty angel, wanting me to finish inside her and get her pregnant. are you really that cockdrunk?" mitsuri yelps out a confirmation, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she tried to grind against your pounding. "ah ah ah-! i n-need your warmth! need your baby! f-fuck- i'm gonna, g-gonna!" mitsuri couldn't warn you fast enough as she was creaming around your cock, her slick squirting onto your bedsheets.

you didn't stop, you kept railing into mitsuri's used pussy, her drooling smile and lidded eyes fueling your goal to stuffing her pussy until she was bred. her walls squeezing your cock like a vice helped you reach your release, and you thrust yourself deep and filled her pussy to the brim. colors danced behind mitsuri's closed eyes as she felt your mixed releases leave her loose cunt, making a bigger mess on your sheets.

you breath out heavily, but you couldn’t help your lips curling into a smirk. mitsuri gasps when your fingers slither down to thumb her swollen clit, "think you can handle another round, angel?" you were very different from your angel, you were a greedy demon. a demon that mitsuri lets herself get ravished by, and will continue to let you use her like a thoughtless cumdump.

[raysrays]

I’ve Got you

Kyojuro Rengoku X GN! Reader

CW: injury,blood, angst-ish to fluff

Scenario: Just because you are a Tsuguko doesn’t mean you get out of going on missions yourself. But what If you don’t return on time? What if you are injured?

Completing missions was never difficult for you, a perk of being a Tsuguko. Personal training by a Hashira has honed your skills. Your technique appears flawless, ensuring success on most tasks. As long as you didn’t run into any upper moons you’d be perfectly fine. Right?

That was your assumption until you reached your destination: a clearing tucked in the heart of a forest. Surrounded by miles of wilderness in every direction. You’d already spent too long traveling a different route due to the weather so you were technically a few days behind.

Upon your arrival, you immediately spotted the clearing, but to your surprise, a demon stood at its center—your target, it has to be.

You drew your sword slowly, cautious not to draw immediate attention to yourself as you approached. Upon getting a clearer view, you studied the demon's appearance intently.

It stood tall, with long white hair and a bluish tint to its skin.

But it must have noticed you staring, as it whipped its head around in seconds.

Its bright red eyes looked terrifying, and its long, claw like nails only added to its unsettling appearance.

You assumed your stance and charged at the demon, employing the breathing technique Kyojuro had tirelessly trained you to master.

However, as you closed the distance, an odd sensation crept over your body, causing everything to seem to move in slow motion.

Looking up, you noticed the demon sporting a creepy grin on its face. With a deliberate motion, it slowly raised its hand, dragging its disgusting claws down your left side.

The sudden surge of pain was intense.

Suddenly, time seemed to unfreeze as you plummeted to the ground in an instant. Looking around, you realized the demon had vanished without a trace.

Not a single hit landed, and it had slipped away.

Despite the searing pain, you attempted to stand, but the agony was overwhelming. Glancing down at your blood-soaked uniform and the wound beneath it, the fight wasn't over.

You couldn't stop now, not with the demon's still alive. That's what you tried to convince yourself.

You attempted to push yourself off the ground, but the pain held you back, causing your vision to blur and your eyelids to grow heavy.

"Am I bleeding out?" The thought flashed through your mind as your head connected with the ground.

It felt like mere seconds had passed when you were abruptly pulled out of unconsciousness by the sounds of yelling and talking.

"Y/N? Y/N?" The voice sounded oddly familiar.

"If you bleed out like this, you'll die in literally the most un-flashy way possible," the voice continued.

Ah, Tengen.

Through the small slit of your eyes, you saw him crouched down in front of you.

"There you are. Glad you're finally awake. I was worried you'd be dead for sure," he chuckled.

As you fully opened your eyes, I noticed that your side had been somewhat bandaged up, though it wasn't exactly top-tier first aid.

He frowned. "Look, I'm aware I'm not Shinobu, but it'll do until we get back."

You nod slowly and manage to push yourself back to your feet.

"How... how long was I out for?" You ask him nervously.

"Well, considering Rengoku paced around HQ to the point where the master sent him off on some pointless mission, I'd say quite a while," he rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious. How long has it been?" You ask again.

He stops and thinks for a second. "You've probably only been out for a day and a half, but technically, you should have been back two days ago."

Your heart begins to race. You've been out far too long, undoubtedly causing Kyo worry. What if he's angry? Did the master really have to send him off on a mission to calm down?

Your mind races a mile a minute before you finally acknowledge Tengen again.

"Let's head back now. When will Kyojuro return?" Your voice sounds desperate. You want to see him. You need to see him.

He crosses his arms in front of his chest. "Rengoku is probably almost back by now. Like I said, it was just a lame mission to get him to mellow out for a second."

Suddenly, his hard, sarcastic gaze softens with a hint of concern. "Hey, come on, I'll help you back. I know you're probably in a lot of pain right now."

As he extended his hand to you, you finally accepted it. You liked Tengen; he was a good friend to Kyojuro, and really, that's all you cared about. He could be a complete asshole or a genuinely kind person, but you just got lucky today.

It took a while, but he was fast. Together, you both made it back to headquarters in half the time it would have taken alone.

When you finally arrived, he guided you straight to the Butterfly Mansion to get your injury taken care of.

Shinobu took you in and started to properly disinfect and re-bandage your wound.

You stare at her silently as she patches you up. Shinobu always wears that lifeless smile, yet she still looks remarkably beautiful. You know her story and admire her persistence and her invaluable contributions to the demon slayer corps.

"Y/N, you need to rest. I'll have Tengen inform the master about the demon that got away," her voice maintains its usual tone, neither angry nor particularly happy.

"I wasn't able to kill it. I'm sorry," you confess, feeling the weight of failure on your shoulders. That demon may not have been an upper moon, but it was undeniably strong. You almost feel embarrassed. Did you underestimate the demon, or were you too overconfident in your abilities?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Shinobu tilts your chin to look at her. "I assume you aren't used to failure, are you?" Her expression changes; instead of her usual painted smile, this time it seems genuinely sympathetic.

You feel embarrassment wash over you; she read you like a book.

"Y/N, not every mission will end in victory. It's enough that you didn't bleed out on the ground. I think that alone will make Rengoku very happy," Shinobu reassures you.

Shinobu could be extremely harsh, maybe even downright mean sometimes, but right now, she's comforting you. It feels good.

"Thank you, I really needed to hear that—"

You are interrupted by the sound of a crow flying around the mansion.

"Master Rengoku has returned from his mission!" it caws loudly.

Suddenly, the stress floods back over you. You've never been injured like this before. How will he react?

Shinobu notices your reaction and steps back from you.

"I'll be going now. Try to rest up while your injuries heal. I'll check back on you in a few hours."

You watch her leave, wondering if she's going to tell Kyojuro you're here. Does she already know how he'll react to the situation? Is it really even that big of a deal?

Maybe you're just overthinking this. As a Tsuguko, it's understandable that you'd sustain injuries every now and then. As a partner though…it's different.

What was only minutes felt like hours, but eventually, you heard the sounds of the doors to the mansion open.

You recognized those footsteps; you had heard them every day of your life.

Once the doors finally opened, you saw Kyojuro. His eyes scanned you up and down, taking you in before he officially entered the room.

He looked so relieved but also worried as he walked over next to you, sitting in a chair beside the bed.

Before you could say anything, he took both your hands in his and rested his head on top of them.

"Thank goodness you're safe. I was so worried," his voice was quiet and gentle.

You didn't know what reaction to expect, but it wasn't this one.

A couple of moments of silence passed, and he finally lifted his head to look at you again. This time, his face seemed more serious.

"What happened out there? What demon did this to you?" His serious tone wasn't one you ever got used to.

"I'm not sure," you admit.

"If I'm being completely honest with you, I didn't get the chance to learn much about it at all. All I know is that it has the ability to slow down its surroundings, allowing it to attack at a normal rate, and that's how I got here." It felt embarrassing to admit your failure, but his face showed understanding.

Kyojuro knew how hard you had worked and trained, and every solo mission you went on had been a complete success up until this point. So honestly, he seemed just as shocked as you were.

Once he noticed your bandaged wound his serious face changed into a worried and sympathetic one.

"I'm so sorry, sunflower. I should've looked into the mission more before agreeing to let you go. I would never want you to be put in such a position," he said, pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear and staring into your eyes.

The embarrassment you tried to shut out just came rushing back in that moment.

"Please don't pity me. I failed my mission. It's all my fault. I understand if you are disappointed, but once I heal, I will make sure to find that demon and take it down."

He looked surprised for a moment, then a small smile appeared on his face.

"Little flame, there is no doubt in my mind that you are a skilled swordsman. I'm grateful not only to have you as my Tsuguko but also as my partner," he said, reaching up and planting a small kiss on your forehead.

"Don't be so hard on yourself, my love. You did your best! As long as you return home to me at the end of the day, I will never be disappointed in you."

Your heart melted at his words. Kyo would never be angry with you. He loved you. All he ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy.

His bright, happy smile made everything in the world seem good again. You wanted to just wrap your arms around him and hold on tight.

Then he stood up, wrapping his arms around your shoulders gently.

You finally felt the weight of the situation being lifted off your shoulders. The demon, the fear of bleeding out on the ground, the idea of disappointing Kyojuro, all of it gone.

Tears escaped the corners of your eyes. You hadn't let yourself cry this entire time, but his arms felt safe. As long as Kyojuro was there to support you, you finally felt vulnerable.

Kyojuro's arms felt so protective around you as you cried into him. He knew the stress you had been put through was probably overwhelming.

And even though he'd never show it, his anger made him vow to find this demon and ensure it would never hurt you again.

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🌸 Tanjiro Relationship Hcs 🌸

• Tanjiro has probably not had a romantic relationship before you.

• So it may or may not take him a while to realize his feelings for you. Just be patient with him. Okay?

• At first, before developing romantic feelings for you, I think he’d see you as one of his younger siblings or family members

• After he realizes his romantic feelings for you, he’d easily get flustered and often tongue tied around you or even the mention of you.

• Once he is one hundred percent certain of his romantic feelings for you, a wave of worry washes over him that he might embarrass himself in front of you or do something that will make you uninterested in him.

• It takes him a while to speak to you about his feelings. Depending how intimidating you are but regarding that, he would eventually muster up the courage to tell you his feelings.

• If you accepted and shared his feelings, he would be overjoyed! He would also promise to treat you like Royalty.

• He'd love to cuddle with you, in fact he just loves being around you in general!

• Your looks, personality, and even your scent fill him with a sense of passion and joy towards you.

• He prefers to be held in your arms while laying against your chest and taking in your scent. It’s calming to him.

• Those small moments also make him fall in love with you all over again.

• But he’d also like to hold you in his arms. Feeling you nuzzle into him, as you slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

• Tanjiro is pretty inexperienced with romantic relationships. So even things as simple as kissing will fluster him at first before getting used to it.

• Tanjiro would always ask for your permission before kissing you or even cuddling you.

• At least, for the first few weeks of the relationship.

• He’d also ask you for such things as well.

• ‘’S/o I… I love you a lot! Can I have a kiss please?’’

• Nezuko loves you too (in a platonic way)

• I love him so much, he’s so precious 😭😭😭

[jjkamochoso]

Hihi!! You probably have a lot of requests, so if you're too busy, no worries! I was just wondering if you could do a little fluff oneshot with Sanemi where the reader is sick and he can't kiss, hug, or be near them. I love your past Sanemi fluffs so much, he holds my heart in a chokehold. Again, if you can't write it, that's okay, thank you so much, and I love your writings 💚💚💚

Hi anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words, I’m so happy you’ve liked my past works!!🥰❤️ your request is absolutely adorable😭😭 as someone who always gets sick, this request was perfect for me and brought me comfort so I hope it does the same for you!! Wishing you good health for the rest of the year!!!

Also, just for future reference, I will NEVER be too busy for your guys' requests!! It may take me a while to get to them, but they will never be ignored!! You're all too precious to me for that🥰

Save Me from My Sickness

Fluff

Sanemi Shinazugawa x sick!gn!reader

Warnings: cussing, mentions of cold/flu symptoms (snot, nausea, vomiting [not detailed], etc.)

You knew you were sick from the moment you opened your eyes and took your first conscious breath of the morning.

Tried to take your first conscious breath of the morning, that is.

Your throat burned with the rage of a thousand dragons; it felt like you were swallowing hot coals. Breathing out of your nose was no better with the way both nostrils were almost completely blocked. You groaned, throwing yourself into a nasty coughing fit.

"Are you alright in there? It sounds like a damn infirmary," Sanemi teased from the other room. Unable to answer, you fought for breath while mucus rattled somewhere in your chest.

"I was joking, you don't have to give me the silent treatment," your boyfriend scoffed, sliding the door open to your bedroom. His demeanor completely changed when he got a good look at you: eyes rimmed with red, nose dripping with snot, fighting for your life on the futon. Sanemi practically ran out of the room to fetch fresh water for you as you desperately needed a drink to calm your throat. When he returned, you had finally been able to catch your breath. You gulped down the cup he poured for you.

"Hey, hey, slow down, it's not goin' anywhere," he said, rubbing a hand on your back. You finished the water, silently crying at the way the liquid only further irritated your throat.

"You look like shit," he commented, earning a nasty glare from you as you blew your nose.

"I think I'm sick," you proclaimed, scooting your body away from him. His purple eyes watched you with curiosity.

"I know you're sick," he retorted. "Even Himejima could see that. Why are you moving away from me like I'm the one with germs?"

"Because," you chided, "I can't get you sick. You're a Hashira. People need you, Sanemi."

"You need me right now."

"I'll survive. They won't."

Sanemi let out a sound reminiscent of a growl. "I hate that you're right. I can't just leave you here by yourself, though. You probably would die."

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly. "Go train like usual. I'll rest up here. I'm sure I'll be back on the mend in no time."

Sanemi hesitantly stood, his inner voice at war with itself. On one hand, you had a point. The Corps couldn't afford to have him out of commission with whatever nasty virus you were currently hosting. On the other, how could he be expected to go about his day without getting his coveted good morning kiss from you?

"I'll come check on you in a few hours. Just... don't die on me, okay?"

You knew he was only half joking.

"Okay."

You started coughing again, your throat unhappy with usage. Lying back down with a groan, you snuggled under your blankets as Sanemi watched on, his heart panging with uneasiness. He knew of too many good people taken by illness; he be damned if you were next.

"Rest well, y/n," he whispered, his voice softer than he thought himself capable of. His words hung in the air of the stale room rife with sickness. Feeling overwhelmed and at a loss of what to do, Sanemi took your advice and went back to his daily routine.

Your absence was painfully obvious to the Wind Hashira. Though you weren't a demon slayer, you often helped with his training and, over time, became a staple in his success. Without you, Sanemi's training grounds were an absolute mess and almost impossible to use.

He had only been outside for an hour before the whole place looked like a tornado had run through it. Frustrated with his lack of progress and his lack of you, Sanemi decided to check in on you and make sure you were still alive. He walked into the bedroom and his heart began to pound against his scarred chest. You were awake but you were a shivering mess. Your teeth chattered against one another as you huddled under your thin blanket, looking like you were about to keel over any moment.

"C-could you get-t me another b-blanket, please?" you asked, your voice raspy.

"Of course," he nodded, rounding up every spare blanket you two had. He approached you, soft textiles in hand, but you signaled him to stop.

"Don't get any closer. You can just throw them to me."

Sanemi scoffed. "I'm not hitting you in the face with blankets no matter how much I want to sometimes. Let me at least wrap you up."

You tried to argue but you had no energy left. He worked quickly, tucking you in to ensure no warm air would escape. As he backed away, satisfied with his work, he noticed a thin sheen of sweat covering your forehead. Despite your protests, he leaned over and touched the back of his hand to your head.

You definitely had a fever.

Sanemi pulled his hand away as if he had gotten burned. Without a word, he found a washcloth and soaked it in cold water, gingerly laying it across your forehead. He noticed your shoulders relax with the sensation of coolness as it was attempting to lower your body heat. He thought back to his childhood, trying to remember what else his mom used to do for him and his siblings when they fell ill.

He stood from his previous kneeling position. "I'm going to make some soup. Yell if you need me."

"No really, you don't have to do all this for me. I feel bad enough."

Sanemi didn't say a word; he didn't have to. His deadly glare made your mouth clamp shut.

"I know, you wouldn't do it if you didn't want to," you said meekly after a moment of silence.

"And you're damn right I want to," he replied, leaving you to rest by yourself once more.

You woke up a few hours later to the delicious smell of soup wafting through the mansion. Sanemi came in, a steaming bowl in his hands. He set it down next to you, watching you with his arms crossed as you stubbornly hoisted yourself up so that he wouldn't come near you.

"I can help, you know," he snarked.

"Diseases are spread through close contact, you know," you snarked back, earning an eye roll from the man. He didn't move from his spot the entire time you slurped down your first meal of the day, thanking whatever gods were out there that you hadn't lost your appetite. When you were done he cleared your dish and came back into your room, not wanting you to be left alone for too long. Apparently, he was the one left alone--you were nowhere to be seen. Panic set in as he called out your name, wondering where you could've gone in such a short time and in your condition. His question was answered when he saw you on your knees, bent over with your head facing the toilet.

"C'mon, my cooking isn't that bad," he said, trying to lighten the mood. He wasn't prepared to see your tear stained cheeks as you looked up at him, your mouth trembling.

"Sanemi, I really don't feel good. You need to leave before I puke."

He was taken aback. "Leave you here by yourself? No way."

You let out a soft whimper as you settled on the bathroom floor. "But this is really gross. I'm really gross."

More tears began to fall, leaving glistening trails down your face. There was no way Sanemi could keep his distance from you now. You needed someone to comfort you and he was the only one that could provide you with the sense of security you so desperately needed. He wasted no time, scooping you into his arms and holding you tight as you cried. He didn't let go, even when you really did throw up, not wanting you to feel like you had to go through this alone. He tenderly wiped your face of leftover drool, showing a more nurturing side of him that he forgot he had.

But he'd never forget about it when it came to you.

"I'm sorry you've had to take care of me," you sniffled between coughs, trying not to cry again. "I'm a complete mess."

"Your mess is the only one I don't mind cleaning," he replied easily, keeping your frame held snug against his chest.

"Why?"

"Because." Sanemi paused before continuing. "Because I love you. And that means I'd do anything for you. I want to be by your side always, even if that means I have to listen to mucus filled coughs and soup being puked into a toilet."

"You're such a romantic, Shinazugawa," you said, blowing your nose into a tissue.

Sanemi procured another tissue for you from his pocket, discarding your old one. "Only for you, dumbass."

TAGLIST: @kana-daydreams

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Can I request Hashira women x Male reader where the reader likes to play video games and ignores them

Obsessive Gamer Reader | Yandere Demon Slayer

You’re a real gamer! Eyes and mind locked into your game it’s easy to ignore the nagging of your partner. Whether you’re genuinely annoyed with them or you don’t do it purposely, you’re depriving them of the most important thing. You. Its definitely going to cause them to retaliate:

Mitsuri Kanroji

“Honey I’m ready to go out! What about you?”

Being met with silence doesn’t feel right to her

It makes her nervous

But she’ll try again

“Uhm babe? Babe? Honey?”

At this point she’s near tears hearing you call out to your teammates and still ignore her

She can’t blame you

No never!

It’s obviously that horrid game 

With of ease she’ll skillfully smash your monitor or even slice it

“No worries, (Y/n) I’ll save you from it’s evil!”

Then she’s scooping you up and depending on your reaction she’s going with her original plan

If the spell is not broken and you angrily lash out at her

She’s grabbing you and putting you in timeout

Most like ropes while she stages an in-home dinner date

“Open wide my love! We’ll have to get that evil spell out of you!” 

Shinobu Kocho

“(Y/n) you left your unfinished laundry in the hallway. We’ve spoken about it and I’m sure you don’t want my name embroidered in all your clothes.”

“Uh I’ll pick it up later.”

You speaking buys you time

But not for long

She’s closer this time standing above you with her usual blank smile on her face

If you ignore her again you’ll regret it

“(Y/n). Get off the game.”

You truly will regret it but not now

She’ll let you keep playing while she prepares to punish you

Happily angrily branding a syringe probably a paralytic drug

You’ll look up notice her sheer blood lust before she stabs it into your veins

Watching as you curl in on yourself by a slight stinging pain

But no worries she’ll prop you up so that you can watch as she easily finds the IP addresses of your teammates 

Turning on the mic as she says them

Waiting until they all report and unfriend you

Deleting your save files and your gaming account

Before destroying your gaming console all in front of you

“I thought I taught you not to ignore me. It will never end well for you.”

[yaetp1]

. ᕼOᙎ Tᕼᙓ ᕼᗩSᕼIᖇᗩ ᖇᙓᗩᙅT ᙎᕼᙓᑎ ᙀ ᖴIᖇST ᗩᖇᖇIᐯᙓ

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙽𝚘𝚗𝚎!! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏!!

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

𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜:

mᥲs𝗍ᥱr ᥣіs𝗍

іᥒ𝗍r᥆ძᥙᥴ𝗍і᥆ᥒ (𝗍᥆ ᥣᥱᥲrᥒ m᥆rᥱ ᥲᑲ᥆ᥙ𝗍 mᥱ)

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һіmіȷіmᥲ gᥡ᥆mᥱі

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

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴏꜰ sᴛᴏɴᴇ

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

ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜰʀᴏᴡɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ɢᴇsᴛᴜʀᴇ.

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

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

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

ʜᴇ’s ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇɴ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ.

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

ᥙzᥙі 𝗍ᥱᥒgᥱᥒ

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

’ᴊᴇᴇᴢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ...’

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

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

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

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

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

ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀɴɢʀʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ.

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

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

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

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

ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

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

ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ sʟɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟꜰ.

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

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

“ᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ“

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

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

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

rᥱᥒg᥆kᥙ kᥡ᥆ȷᥙr᥆

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

“ᴜᴍᴀɪ! ᴜᴍᴀɪ!“

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

“ᴜᴍᴀɪ! ᴜᴍᴀɪ!“

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

“ʏᴇs? ᴍᴀʏ ⵊ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ?“

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

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

ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs sᴏꜰᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ

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

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

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

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

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

ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ʟᴏᴜᴅʟʏ

“ᴍʜᴍ!“

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

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ, ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ“

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

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ, sɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.“

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

ʜᴇ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ.

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

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴍʙᴀʀʀᴀssᴍᴇɴᴛ.

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ! ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ!“

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

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

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

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

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

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

(ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜɪs ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs🌚)

mᥙіᥴһіr᥆

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ⵊs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴅᴏ?..“

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

“ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴀɴ?“

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

“ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ“

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

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

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

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

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

“ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!“

“ɴᴏ“

ᴡᴀs ᴀʟʟ ʜᴇ sᴀɪᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ.

“ʙᴜᴛ ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜʏ ⵊ'ᴍ ʜᴇʀᴇ“

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ“

“ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ“

“ʟᴀᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ“

“ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ.“

’ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?’

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

“ᴡᴀɪᴛ ɪᴍ ʟᴀᴛᴇ?!“

“ᴠᴇʀʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ʀᴜᴅᴇ“

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

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

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

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

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

sᥲᥒᥱmі

ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀɴ ʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ.

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

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

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

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

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

“....ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ?“

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

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

“ʜᴇʏ, ⵊ ᴀsᴋᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ!“

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

’ᴏᴋᴀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɢᴜʏs ᴀɴ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ’

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

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

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

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

“...ʜᴀsʜɪʀᴀ?“

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

“ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?“

“ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ“

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

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

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

“ᴏᴋᴀʏ ʙɪɢ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ“

𝐻𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢

gіᥡᥙᥙ

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

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

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs...sᴏ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ

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

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

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

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

“ʜᴇʟʟᴏ!“

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

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

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

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

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

mі𝗍sᥙrі

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

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

ʏᴏᴜ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ.

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

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

’ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ɢᴏsʜ! ᴛʜᴇʏ’ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ!’

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

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

“ʜɪ!“

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

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

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

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

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

ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴜsʜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴘɪɴᴋᴇʀ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ sᴏ ꜰʀᴇᴇʟʏ.

“ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ's ᴄᴏᴏʟ?“

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

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

“ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ“

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

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

᥆ᑲᥲᥒᥲі

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

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

“ⵊ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ..sᴏʀʀʏ!“

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

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

ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘɪᴛ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴢᴇ.

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

“sᴏʀʀʏ sᴏʀʀʏ...“

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

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

“sᴏʀʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪɴ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, sʜᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sᴏʀʀᴏᴡ.

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

“ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍʏ sɪɢʜᴛ“

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

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

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

𝑂𝑘𝑎𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖， 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑！

sһіᥒ᥆ᑲᥙ

（ᴍʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ 😍)

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

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

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

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

“ᴍʏ ᴍʏ, ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴋᴀᴋᴜsʜɪ ⵊ ᴘʀᴇsᴜᴍᴇ“

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴜᴅᴇ.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴏᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ

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

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

𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑢 𝑘𝑜𝑐ℎ𝑜： 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝 1： 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟

𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑！

-ᥡᥲᥱ𝗍⍴1

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

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

-ᥡᥲᥱ𝗍⍴1

[possiblity]

Me when i dont know if to make a future!Nezuko in the past fic, Gyomei x Reader fic, Hashira reader fic or Blue spirit zuko fic:

[bones4thecats]

Their S/O Being Based on Deadpool (MCU)

Characters: Kagaya Ubuyashiki, Tengen Uzui, and Shinobu Kocho Inspired By: The new Deadpool movie A/N: The Reader is female in Kagaya's part since he does have children. Other than that, have fun! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of spousal death in Tengen's part and threatening with a sword in Shinobu's ⚠️

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╚═════ Kagaya Ubuyashiki ════════════════════════╝

🌸 When the Hashira had a meeting about Tanjiro, they were shocked to see you dangling upside down from the ceiling of the Ubuyashiki mansion, your eyes closed as you smiled underneath your mask

🌸 They knew that you were basically the polar opposite from your husband, but they didn't imagine it to this degree!

🌸 You landed on the ground and adjusted your dual nichirin swords before walking up and kissing your husband's head, making his gentle smile enlarge

"It is good to have you here once again, my love."

"It's good to be back, Kagaya. So, what's been happening while I've been gone?"

🌸 As your daughters explained everything to you, you noticed how the Hashira acted while Tanjiro laid there with confusion and slight fear in his eyes. He must be worried about this demon sister of his, how odd...

🌸 Kagaya merely nodded along with the girls and begin the whole scenario, being unaware when the young slayer jumped up and smashed his head against Sanemi when he attacked his sister in the box

🌸 To be fair, you would've done the same

🌸 As the whole ordeal ended, you looked at your husband and lightly grabbed his hand, and since you had taken your gloves off he could feel your slightly deformed skin with ease

🌸 You closed your eyes and leaned your forehead against his, making Kagaya sigh while the girls ran off to check in with your old friend and husband's caretaker, Amane Himorogi

🌸 While you picked up your husband and carried him back to your room, knowing he was going to have to take some medications here soon to help out with his worsening condition, and began to tell him about what happened during your nearly month-long mission to a town many miles away north

🌸 And as you recanted everything that happened, Kagaya noticed how you yawned and began to adjust yourself behind him before you stopped talking all together

🌸 Oh how he wished he could see your cute sleeping face like he could back when you both were younger... no matter, he'll see it once again someday

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╚═════ Tengen Uzui ════════════════════════════╝

🔊 Your flashiness and his literally was the thing that drove you guys to speak a lot more

🔊 From your home lives, his being raised as a shinobi to yours being raised as a soldier serving an old -and now dead- clan, you guys just clicked. And it annoyed almost everyone

🔊 When he was about to head off for his mission to the Entertainment District, he had asked you if any letters from your wives had come through

🔊 You sighed sadly and stopped sharpening your blades, setting them down on the ground before standing up and hugging your husband, giving him your answer non-verbally, which was far from your normal nature. It was obvious this was affecting you just as much as him

🔊 Unlike Tengen, you had already lost a spouse just a few months after your marriage, so when you heard no word from your new wives, you just about lost your mind with the memories of your ex's death passing through

"I'll take this as a no." Tengen said, raising his hand to rub your back in a comforting motion.

"You'd be right."

"Damn. I hoped I wouldn't have to go. I don't want to leave you here alone."

"Tengen, I'll be fine. I have my friend's tsuguko and his strong-as-hell self here. Don't worry. No demon is getting past us, promise."

🔊 The Sound Hashira chuckled as you mentioned the young woman, while you rarely taught her, due to her breathing style being more of a explosion-force nature and not based on pure chaos like yours, you did treat her like a teacher would a student

🔊 Looking down at your masked face, Tengen lightly gripped the edges and pulled it up, allowing him a view of your lips and the ability to kiss them

🔊 As he raised his head once more and adjusted your mask back in place, the Hashira looked into your eyes and said his goodbyes

"Tengen. You better find the girls. If you don't, I'm not going to ever forgive you."

"Understood, dearie! See ya!"

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╚═════ Shinobu Kocho ══════════════════════════╝

🦋 Shinobu and you were fairly different. She was always smiling and being kind to others while you were a lot less expressive (since you literally wore a mask everywhere) and more sarcastic/uncaring

🦋 She knew that you could care less for a majority of the world's safety, since you came from a rough home and had an even rougher growth, but the way you defended the very small amount of people you cared for was amazing

🦋 One day, you noticed that Kanao was a bit down, but instead of ignoring her like with pretty much everyone else, you sat down next to her and asked her what was up

🦋 Your longtime girlfriend just so happened to walk by and see how you let her lean against you and rest for a little bit. It was a sweet sight for her

🦋 Shinobu also liked to see how you attempted to be quiet and gentle with the butterflies around the mansion. Whenever one landed on you during your first few months there, you would normally squash them without a care, but now you would let them stand on you without a glance

🦋 And while you kept your more polite nature up for a while, when you were called for the meeting to speak about Tanjiro, who you just so happened to journey with for a bit, and saw how Sanemi had stabbed Nezuko's box... you snapped

🦋 Gripping your swords, you launched yourself forward before stopping abruptly, a huge gust of wind blowing in your fellow slayer's face

🦋 Sanemi stood there shocked as your glared at him strongly, ignoring the words of the others behind you

"Put the box down, Sanemi. Or else I may just have to treat you like the demon I slayed a few hours ago."

"Y/N. Calm down," Shinobu said.

"Not until he puts the little girl down."

🦋 Shinobu watched as Sanemi laid the box down next to you, allowing you to pick it up and lay it in the shade of the Ubuyashiki Estate. Though, you didn't move away from it, preferring to sit down next to it in an effort to relax the kind demon inside from the pain

🦋 The Butterfly-loving slayer kept her smile up, though there was an obvious sadness in her eyes as she observed you. You must have seen one of your past allies in her... like how she remembered Kanae when Mitsuri would smile sometimes

🦋 When the meeting ended, Shinobu had approached you, and instead of asking you why you threatened Sanemi, she just held your hand and ushered you back to the Butterfly Mansion kindly

"...Are you upset at me for that?" You asked.

"Oh beyond upset, but we must focus on the new slayers for now."

🦋 Oh you were in for it later...

[reticent-writer]

the hashiras + the trio (tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu) reaction to reader, a fellow hashira, getting turned into a demon against their will right in front of them…in the middle of a fight? (reader is crying, and saying, ‘no! i want to be a human. i don’t want to…no, no, no- i’m sorry. i’m sorry, i…was so weak. forgive me…’) and then they’re forced to fight reader, who was so, so friendly and patient with them while they were human…but now, they’re an incredibly strong swordfighting demon, fighting alongside the upper moon demon who turned them. (do they k!ll reader, knock them out and tie them up… or will they turn it into another nezuko situation?…)

(The hashira are seperate but the trio will be together)

Demon slayer masterlist

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Rengoku

He didn't even have to do anything you just passed out

Turns out the rapid change was too much for you body so you were out like a light

When you woke up you were restrained in a windowless room with him sleeping at your bed side

Tengen

He knocked you out by accident while going for the kill

His sword was going for your neck so you dodged by ducking but unfortunately for you his knee was right there

Sanemi

Kills you

I don't think I'd have to explain this much

If Genya was there he'd be protecting you nd swearing to Sanemi that you could be like nezuko

Sanemi, of course, doesn't listen and push him away from you as he goes for the final blow

Obanai

Kills you

Even if you were in a situation like nezukos

It's nothing personal it's just that he doesn't think a demon is capable of control even after meeting nezuko

Muichirou

Before getting his memories back he would kill you but after he wouldn't

Giyuu

He hopes that your situation is like nezuko's

If it is he will tell kagaya about you but not the others and keeps you at his estate

If you aren't like nezuko that would be his 13th reason he would k

Mitsuri

She takes her job as a hashira very seriously

Just the thought of killing you breaks her heart but she doesn't want to out anyone in danger by keeping you alive

She feels like she has to kill you so she does

Shinobu

She cant

Like she literally even if she wanted to

The best she could do was knock you out

The poison wasn't strong enough to kill you, only weaken you

She'll devote herself to finding a cure just like tanjiro did

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What started off as a regular ranked mission turned into a hashira rank as upper moon 3, Akaza, arrived.

A fight started with you all having a major advantage and not giving him a chance to adjust to the constant barade of attacks.

"4 against 1, that's hardly fair. Let's even the playing field, shall we?" Akaza said as he created some distance between all of you. His eyes wondered over each one of you like a predator deciding which to eat first.

His gaze landed on you and before you could react he plunged 2 fingers into you head, allowing his blood to flow into you.

Inosuke acted first, running towards you both swords swinging at Akaza. Tanjiro was next pulling you away from the upper moon as your veins started to show from your skin.

Tanjiro got you a good distance away and laid you on your back, Zenitsu was bouncing all around you in worry. Your eyes we're rolling to the back of your head.

"I- I'm so- rry- I was too.... Too weak" You sobbed as you chocked on your own blood.

Your vision became clouded.

In that moment you lost all control.

Your nails dug into tanjiro's arm as your speech turned inaudible, you tried to pull him toward you in an attempt to bite him.

Zenitsu wrapped his arms around your middle and ripped you away from him.

"CONTROL YOURSELF Y/N" he screeched, tears free falling from his eyes.

Your limbs struck him wildly.

Tanjiro tried to hold your arms.

Inosuke distracted himself with the Akaza. He didn't want what happened to rengoku to happen to you.

"You can fight it y/n, I know you can. Your one of the strongest people I know. PLEASE."

They struggled for hours to get you to calm down.

Akaza left.

Inosuke was ready to beat you into submission if you didn't control yourself.

One punch did the tick and something inside you snapped and everything became clear.

However your body couldn't keep up and so you fell unconscious.

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[mamayan]

★彡Gentle☆彡

Giyuu Tomioka x GN! Reader

Giyuu is always gentle and firm when you need it.

tw: Fluff • Cuddling • Reader is described as “soft” • Hurt/Comfort • Depression • Please do not read if seeing descriptors of depression is triggering to you. This is meant to uplift not harm. Do not read if this does not seem supportive to your journey.

Again.

The day passed by again, and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

Again.

The thought of doing something as simple as bathing left you feeling exhausted.

Again.

You felt the dread filling you up inside, like the tide rising, and you were drowning once more in silence.

No one liked to talk about it. Reality was far too nasty an image to allow for others to see, so it was smashed down to avoid the light of day. Except, as you woke again in the middle of the night, you realized maybe it was all of you avoiding the light of day. Shamefully hidden away from prying eyes, hushed whispers of servants as they quietly performed their chores in the early morning when you finally went to sleep. Your eyes glanced at the empty bed beside you, numbly noting he still wasn’t back.

Was he dead?

The thought filled you with nausea even as you lay limp.

A divider moved, alerting you to a presence.

“I brought you food…” the voice which spoke was small and unsure. Your eyes were all which moves, seeing the silhouette of a Kakushi, their features hidden like always.

“Thank you…” it was the first time you’d spoken in nearly a week. You forced yourself to sit up, even as tears pricked your eyes as the Kakushi shuffled into the bedroom, placing a tray beside the bed even as your stomach pleaded not to do this. It was lying to you, you knew it was, but you were struggling—

“Tomioka-sama is back!” It was a distant cry, carrying into the room through an echo.

You flinched, cringing inward on yourself as the Kakushi beside you seemed to light up. You didn’t share the excitement, despite your relief flooding you at his safe return. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to see him. It was the opposite in fact… what if he didn’t want to see you?

They were going to report on you. They always did, nothing deeper than the loyalty of those within the ranks of the corpse. While Giyuu wasn’t the most beloved amongst the Hashira themselves, he was still adored and respected by all the others. His dedication and hard work undeniably charming as he risks his life every time he takes a mission.

Where did that leave you? While he fought for his life and others away you were rotting like someone already—

“Tomioka-sama, welcome home!” You hadn’t even heard his foot steps. Your head snapping up to stare blankly at the stoic face of your lover. While his face didn’t give much away, his eyes seemed to swim with worry as he entered the room you both shared cautiously. He nodded absentmindedly at the Kakushi rushing out, likely overjoyed to no longer be baby sitting you. You looked away, feelings of shame and anger somehow muted beneath the metaphorical water which kept you submerged in your sorrow.

He was quiet. Even as he moved the tray of food to the side to sit beside you, before setting the tray in his lap, hardly any noise passed.

With your head down, you had a perfect view of the chopsticks entering your field of vision. The war with your stomach won, as you open your lips to allow him to feed you. Even as tears slid down your cheeks, Giyuu didn’t hesitate to softly wipe them away as he fed you each bite of food until the tray was nearly empty.

You no longer felt as nauseous, the burning in your stomach gone as well. Giyuu had a hand against your mid-back, keeping you from pulling away as he helped you drink the water brought with your dinner.

“All of it,” his voice a bit husky as he hums in approval as you do as told. Finishing all of the water before he relents and moves the tray completely out of the way.

You sniff, feeling better and worse all at once because you had certainly needed the food but absolutely did not need the shame which followed. It should be you feeding him, he’s the one who’s been on mission, risking his life and who knows what else out there. You knew logically this would pass, it’s not your fault, it’s not anything new but—

“Shh,” he’s so gentle as his lithe arms wrap around you and encourage you to lean into him. He’s gentle as he cups the back of your head and lets you rest your cheek against his collarbone. He releases one hand to lightly trail down your spine and back up, letting you feel his presence but not overwhelming you.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me like this,” you whisper in confession. His arm squeezes you, his grunt making a small smile tilt on your lips. You could image his brows are furrowed.

“You have nothing to be sorry for my love.” His words released a damn inside of you though, as your tears welled and spilled freely.

He pulled back, cupping your cheek and looking shaken and panicked as you sobbed. “I do though— I’m like, like this, and I, I don’t want to be,” you’re nearly inconsolable, even as he tries to hush and kiss you. Your heart physically aching inside the confines of your chest as you grip his haori tight and cry.

“I don’t know why I’m like this—!” Your world spins just as the words finish leaving your mouth.

You huff, startled out of your tears as you look up at Giyuu, his face stern as he grips your jaw with one hand, the other beside your face keeping him above you.

“You are everything to me,” his voice is deeper, clearer as he speaks now, “and I know just how suffocating this state can be.” He forced your head up, making you look into his eyes which you feared held resentment towards you.

They don’t.

His dark blue gaze is only filled with patience and kindness, breaking your heart and yet somehow repairing it too.

His weight descends as you struggle to fight back more tears. His weight solid and comforting on top of you as you soak in his warmth and the scent he carries which smells like home. He is your home. And you were his.

You wrapped your arms around him, spreading your legs and allowing him even closer. It was intimate yet not sexual, as he circled one arm around your waist and another beneath your head. Your soft body pliant beneath him. His breath fanning over your cheek as he left small kisses on your skin.

So gently.

Whispering words of love to you.

“I’m so lucky to have you…” his lips felt ticklish.

“Thankful to see you after every mission.”

“Always fighting to come back to you…”

“I love you,” you’re nearly asleep in his arms, surrounded entirely by Giyuu as a blanket of safety envelops you.

The sun might rise and fall tomorrow without ever seeing your skin, but that’s alright.

He’s home again and by your side through it all.

Words of love from me to you. I know it might not be possible to leave the bed today, or tomorrow, and the thought of eating or waking might make you sick… but I promise your body needs it. If nothing else, let a gentle Giyuu encourage you through the day. Let your f/o be there for you. Heck, drop in my inbox if you need another character— don’t let yourself suffer in silence alone♡

[muikyow]

Hi I was wondering if you could make a demon slayer Hashira how they would react to reader with raven (Rachel Roth) powers?

Hashiras react to a reader with Raven Powers

A/N: I just opened my profile now, I just saw this, sorry it took me so long to do this

Warnings: English Errors, Sanemi, Gyomei, Uzui (I don't write for them), Rengoku (I'm out of ideas)are not included, Gn Reader??

Shinobu Kocho

You can't hide it her, she will literally look you in the eye deep in your soul because she knows you're hiding something.

She will always look at you like that, making you uncomfortable until you tell her, She won't be surprised when you tell about your powers, she'll just look at you with a "it's okay" look.

Eventually, he'll ask for a sample of your cells to find out what's "special" about you.

Mitsuri Kanroji

She will show admiration by saying that was born with an incredible gift.

She already admired you before, now she admires you more, eventually if someone talks badly about you calling you a "monster" she will scold you, she doesn't want you to go through the same thing she went through

If you do missions together, in the middle of fights she will end up getting distracted by seeing your magic

Giyuu Tomioka

"Ok" that's his reaction, he was surprised but doesn't seem to show it he said "You were born with something special, if you were born with a gift you need to strengthen it, right?"

It doesn't matter, it didn't affect your relationship.

Muichiro Tokito

He isn't surprised when he finds out you couldn't even wield a nichirim blade.

Eventually, if he ends up seeing objects floating by dark magic, he'll think he's a demon.

When he realizes it's you, he scolds you saying you shouldn't use your powers for your own good.

Obanai Iguro

Asks a bunch of useless questions about your powers.

Him seems interested, if you tease him about it he will retaliate with sarcasm.

Eventually he just watches you and fixes it in his mind away from you.

[raysrays]

Shinobu smut hcs? \(^ᴗ^)/

Kochō Shinobu Smut Headcannons

18+ Content MDNI!!🚫

First time not writing for Kyojuro! Hope you enjoy and please let me know how I did!!

-tried to make these as GN as possible<3

• She's definitely a Dom. On some days, when she's exhausted from a long mission or busy at the butterfly estate, she may allow you to take control. However, most of the time, she prefers to be in charge.

• She’s into thighs, regardless whether they are soft or muscular. She doesn't discriminate in her appreciation. She likes to gently stroke them with her fingers, placing sweet, tender kisses upon them. On the other hand, she may be into sucking and biting on them, leaving distinctive marks to show you who you belong to.

• Do not let her pretty face and alluring voice mislead you; she loves to degrade you. She adores the humiliatingly desperate expression that appears on your face when she touches you.

• She’s incredibly petty. If she catches you flirting with someone else, prepare yourself for what’s coming. She’ll shower you with affection to make you feel special, but then she’ll twist things around, making you feel exposed and vulnerable before she delivers her punishment for your behavior.

• There’s definitely some sadist tendencies if you couldn’t already tell.

• Her forms of punishment can escalate dramatically based on the situation. On the milder side, she might merely restrain you and leave marks all over your body as a subtle reminder that you belong to her. Alternatively, she may go so far as to mount your face and relentlessly fuck you until only her name registers in your memory.

• Shinobu is somewhat bipolar when it comes to sex. You can usually tell what your in for based of how the day has been going.

• If the day has flowed easily, without much stress, you can expect her loving side to come out. As much as she loves to degrade you, she can also take pleasure in the sweet, gentle moments you both share. You can expect plenty of words of affirmation, long, passionate kisses, and the sweetest sex imaginable.

• On the flip side, if she’s dealing with a lot of stress throughout the day or notices you’re not meeting her expectations, brace yourself for stricter consequences. These could involve various disciplinary measures, such as: spanking, pulling on your hair, orgasm denial, biting, the list goes on.

• A noticeable authority kink exists within her, as she takes immense pride in her role as a Hashira. She expects obedience and respect towards her position, promptly reminding you of your subordinate status if any attempts at insubordination come into play.

• If there’s one thing she believes in its aftercare. Regardless of what kind of sex you got that day. The way she treats you afterward never fails to impress. She can transition from being the most heartless and sadistic person to running her fingers through your hair and covering you in kisses, or simply enhancing the amazing gentle moment you shared. It doesn't matter to her—either way, you'll be treated well.

• Teasing and Edging you come second nature to her. She loves to subtly touch you, whispering in your ear, dropping hints of what's to come later. Witnessing your flustered and worked up state throughout the day really gets her going.

• Begging 24/7. She loves it. She wants you practically in tears calling her name over and over just to so you can finish without her ruining it. She takes a lot of pride in having you under her control, and if you aren’t begging to cum you won’t be cumming at all.

• Favorite Positions (not gender specific): Face sitting, Thigh riding, Mutual masturbation, 69.

• Kinks: Orgasm control, Spanking, Sadism, Humiliation, Knife play, Spontaneous sex, Dom/Sub, Teasing, Bondage, Mirror sex.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Who's my favorite Hashira?...

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Sanemi, Obviously.

This man! Aggressive dudes are always the most attractive for me. And those scars— hngh! And the muscles too!

Kny is trying to kill people, I swear. Have you SEEN Hagenazuka? That man is a daddy, Tengen too!

But Sanemi? I would 100% let this man fold me in half and use me to filter all his pent up aggression from his missions. I have a body pillow of this man and everything. I just... I want him.

— Benny 🐰

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