#kyojuro rengoku (mentioned)

[beddybites]

Do you think after Obanai turns back to normal Sanegiyuu subconsciously treat him like their child?

definitely. i imagine its tiny things though. they don't mean to baby him or anything-- even if he's smaller than them, he's a grown man! but they adopt the habit of constantly checking in on him. "have you eaten?" "when's the last time you ate a meal?" "your hair's getting a little long. Do you need me to trim it for you?"

when he turns back his motor functions are a bit off, too... so he gets a lot of "do you need help? do you need to hold my hand?" and "wanna ride on my back?"

sanemi has a habit of being like "you aren't a kid anymore, get up" etc etc but everyone makes fun of him because he always looks like he's going to have a heart attack any time obanai stumbles

sanegiyuu does this the most since they're with obanai the most, but it's also common for tengen, kyojuro, mitsuri, and gyomei to do the same thing

obanai HATES it

[blu3mila]

Forever and ever and ever, Amen!

i'm working on a text about these two, and it's equal parts unexpected, terrifying and exciting! it's going to be my longest written work, should everything work out... !

[giggly-squiggily]

Prank and Chase (Demon Slayer)

Heyo! Happy Tickletober everyone! This is a bit of a fic trade with the amazing @gladdygirl18! Since she's offered me a day for this month, I wanted to do the same; thus bringing you this fic! :D It's inspired by the famous TenRen chase video! I hope you like it, friend! :D

CW: Swearing, food mention

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Tengen couldn’t hear any of the words Sanemi or Obanai were saying. He didn’t care any longer.

All that mattered was the figure walking by in the distance.

“And I-WHOA!” Sanemi shouted in surprise when Tengen bolted, a flash of muscle that left no mess behind. The two hashira looked at each other with amused glances, gathering back up their snacks.

“Look at that.” Obanai gestured. “Dinner and a show.”

~~~

Rengoku hummed to himself a happy tune as he crossed the paths leading from the Master’s home. He had just finished up reporting- now it was time for something tasty and perhaps even a bath. Maybe he’d invite Tengen to the hot springs-

Something zoomed by, sending his Haori flying. His hearing might be damaged, but his sense of smell was stronger than ever. He’d recognized that cologne anywhere.

Tengen really needed to wear less.

“Tengen, my good-” Rengoku blinked, finding air. The smell remained, and now he could hear the faintest of giggles. He smiled, turning around to find-

“Tengen?” No one. Oh. He understood now. He laughed as he put his breathing technique to use, rapidly twisting and ducking to find him. Tengen evaded him like a ghost, his chuckles growing at each dodge. Rengoku paused for half a second.

“Gotcha- who!” Tengen yelped when Rengoku ducked beneath his legs, grabbing his waist from behind.

“Surprise-” But he was gone again! Rengoku twisted around before Tengen could get him, running in circles with the former-shinobi on his heels. “Come here, Kyojuro!”

“Never!” Rengoku laughed, leaping and ducking at each grab attempt. Suddenly, Tengen stumbled, taking a knee and holding his leg. “U-Uzui?”

“Oh! Oh my leg! My leg…” He groaned, the humor in his voice gone as he doubled over it. Rengoku was by his side immediately.

“Tengen, hang-” Suddenly he was on his back, the shinobi grinning down at him. “You tricked me!”

“A ninja uses every technique in the book, Kyo. Now…take THIS!” He cried, grabbing onto Rengoku’s sides. He squeezed rapidly, wiggling his fingers into the soft parts.

“AH!” The blonde barked out a yelp before dissolving into giggles, squirming beneath his friend as he laughed. “Nohohohoohohoho! Tehehehehngehhehehehn! Aheahahahhahaha- it tihihihihickles!”

“No, does it? I never would have guessed!”

In the distance, Sanemi and Obanai carried on eating their snacks, entertained by the sight.

“Get his hips, Uzui! That’ll make him scream!” Sanemi called out.

“No, drag it out first. Really make him suffer!” Obanai called after him. Sanemi raised a brow.

“Calm down, snake eyes- it’s tickling, not torture.”

“What’s the difference?” Obanai asked. Sanemi raised his Ohaji to that.

Then proceeded to drop it when Rengoku let out a loud scream.

“TEHEHEHHENGEHEHEHHEN PLEHAHAHAHHAHSE!” Rengoku cried as his hips were ruthlessly drilled into, Tengen’s boisterous laughter mixing with his own as he thrash and twisted in place.

“Does it tickle? Does it? Does it?” Tengen taunted in delight, relishing Rengoku’s peals of laughter. “I could do this all day- that’s how adorable you sound, Kyojuro~”

Rengoku’s hands shot up and grabbed his uniform, the veins bulging within. Tengen paused with a small “Uh oh-” before he was flipped, a mass of flash flying overhead like a ragdoll. Within a matter of seconds, he was struggling to get up from a nearby bush.

Sanemi cackled, clapping his hands at the sight while Obanai choked on his drink, snorting behind his mask. “Did you see the way he flew! Like a bird!” Sanemi wheezed.

“A big obnoxious one too.” Obanai scrunched his eyes with mirth, head tilting curiously when Tengen frantically stood up, slapping at himself. “What, you think he disturbed an ant hill?”

Suddenly, Rengoku was running, grabbing Tengen’s hand and fleeing the scene. It was only then they heard the buzzing.

“Shut the door, shut the door, shut the fucking door!” Sanemi yelled as Obanai ran for the handle, Tengen and Rengoku closing in at rapid succession.

“Don’t come over here, you son of a- AHH!”

~~~

“It’s amazing really; how you four can find the one wasp nest in the area.” Shinobu sighed as she looked at them; stung and pouting. “You’re lucky none of you are allergic.”

“Blame the human torch overthere; he’s the one that pissed it off.” Obanai grouched, scratching at the welts forming on his neck. Sanemi grumbled something he couldn’t quite make out, wincing when he touched the nasty sting on his hand.

“Worth it?” Tengen asked Rengoku, raising his brows despite the welts.

“Worth it.” Rengoku nodded, giggling. Before long, they were both laughing like kids, the overall ridiculousness of the situation spreading. Sanemi ducked his head to hide his grin while Obanai covered his face with both hands.

Shinobu shook her head with a small smile of her own as she grabbed the ointment. “Boys, I swear.”

Thanks for reading!

[drluvsick]

𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

muichiro convinces you to eat. quick drabble. mention of reader starving themselves. remember to eat, y’all !! (＾▽＾)

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muichiro always basked in the walk heading to your usual training area. it was serene, and every time he walked that path, he felt closer to you in a way.

it was early in the morning, the crack of dawn to be exact. he’d woken up looking for you, but instead finding the estate empty. you both lived together as fellow hashiras and as a couple.

what if you’re training with someone else today? the thought had him walking quicker to his destination. his suspicions were confirmed when the sound of swords clanking against each other began to echo through the dense forest, eventually opening up to a bare area where you, mitsuri, and obanai were fighting. it was a one vs two, you against the two older hashiras.

“two against one? that doesn’t seem too fair.” he casually stepped up behind you.

“muichiro! hey, why don’t you join us? you can be on (y/n)’s side!” mitsuri offered, drawing her weapon back momentarily.

“no, thanks,” he gripped onto your sleeve. “i want a hug.” muichiro urged, his face remaining stoic.

“right…now?” you asked, as if it weren’t obvious.

he nodded firmly before wrapping his arms around you. mitsuri gushed excitedly before ushering obanai away from the scene.

you turned to replicate the action although reluctant. “how am i ever supposed to train if you’re gonna keep disrupting all my sessions?”

“you can train with me,” muichiro held on tighter, “but for now, come back? rest? you’ll be seeing them later anyways, remember?”

you put a hand on his head and messed up his hair, earning a small, cute yelp from him.

“fine, let’s head back then. i skipped out on dinner and breakfast from yesterday to today, so eating sounds pretty nice.” you took his hand as muichiro tried to fix his newly disheveled thatch.

“i thought you said you’d stop doing that!” his face turned worried, a strange expression etched on his usually stoic face. you didn’t reply. he blocked the path in front of you, sticking his face close to yours.

“i just…got lost in training, is all.”

“…whatever, i figured this would happen…” it’s then that you noticed the small bag draped over his shoulder. inside were two bento boxes. “rengoku gave me extras for the morning.”

he gave one to you.

“that cloud’s pretty.” you pointed out, albeit absentmindedly. you set the now empty box back inside the bag.

“…reminds me of you.” you heard him whisper. you felt your face grow warm. you smacked him on the shoulder playfully.

“jeez, if you’d said that while i was eating, i would’ve choked on my food!” you said, a bit flustered at the exchange.

a pause. then, “…you promise to eat everyday, all three meals, right? for me?” he looked at you, his eyes full of seriousness and ready to commit to whatever it took to get you to do it. it made you a bit unnerved, but you knew he was concerned.

“i’ll try,” you took his free hand, “for you.” he seemed satisfied, so you smiled reassuringly and listened to the breezes whoosh through your hair as well as muichiro’s.

he pulled you in for a short, sweet kiss.

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[pint-sized-pillars-au]

Is there any occurrences (other than already stated ones) where the pint-size pillars really worry for each others health/safety? And if so who are the ones who most of them worry about most?(idk if that makes sense)

Btw i might make art for this cuz i wanna eat all of them so badly they are so freaking cute😭💗

Gyomei: We all worry about each other a relatively equal amount, though obviously the little ones are under our radar the most.

Giyuu: Shinazugawa and I tend to keep tabs on little Nobu the most. Sometimes I wonder if she does that on purpose. Uzui is usually in charge of Rengoku and Kanroji. And Iguro is pretty hands-on with Tokito… but really, we all take care of each other.

Tengen: But if there was one we all worried about… it’d be Obanai. He’s always been pretty small, but at least we knew he was relatively well taken care of with him being a Hashira and all.

Gyomei: Even sweet baby Muichiro worries. He tries to give Obanai his food, whether it be mushed up fruits or a bottle of milk. He’s so thoughtful…

Tengen: But really what’s to blame is—

Tengen: …

Tengen: Well, it isn’t my place to say. That’s his history. But I’ll be dam—danged if I can’t help my little buddy out!

[sunandflame]

Kyojuro being a blushy flustered mess when you play with his balls and give those heavy sacks kisses <333

Dunno when this started but I aint letting it go

Anon you naughty little thing….

I enjoy seeing men being flustered messes, be it when you say something super cute and he thinks you are being super adorable. Or because you are on your knees, also looking super adorable while playing and looking up to him with your big doe eyes. Stopping to play with his balls while his dick is standing upright on his stomach, giving you more places to kiss, sucking on each testicle to make him whimper above you. Oh you like it like that, right…?

[fizzzzs]

𝕱𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

𝐸𝓃𝑒𝓂𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈

𝒴𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒾. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒰𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓃𝑔𝓉𝒽, 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓏𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓈. 𝑀𝓊𝓏𝒶𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝒷𝓊𝓉𝓈𝓊𝒿𝒾, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒜𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓈, 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝑒 ���𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓅𝒽𝒾𝒸 𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓊𝓂𝒶.

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𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗈𝗄𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅, 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍.

𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗆𝗅𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈, 𝖭𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗈, 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉,” 𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗇.

𝖭𝖾𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽, 𝖿𝗂𝖽𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗏𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾… 𝖨𝗇𝗈𝗌𝗎𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖿.

“𝖨’𝗆 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍,” 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌𝗎 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗒. “𝖶𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁. 𝖨𝗍 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗋𝗎𝗉𝗍𝗅𝗒. “𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗒.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗀𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗒𝗈𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽.

𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀.

𝖠 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁, 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾.

“𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅… 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?”

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗉𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉, 𝖼𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗆 𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗎𝗑𝖾𝖽𝗈, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺, 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

𝖡𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝖺𝗇𝗃𝗂 “𝖴𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗄” 𝖺𝗇𝖽 “𝖲𝗂𝗑” 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗈𝗂𝗅. 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗂.

𝖱𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗍𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇.

“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗅𝖾𝖽, 𝗆𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎. “𝖠𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖲𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾?”

𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗐. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖥𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺��𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄.

“𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄,” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇’𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗇𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻��𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗐𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁.

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗁, 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗉 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽, 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗎𝗇𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾.

𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄.

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𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝓊𝓎𝓈 𝒾𝓉’𝓈 𝒜𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓇𝒶! 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸, 𝓈𝑜 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉! 𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻! 𝐼 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓊𝓅, 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓂𝓊𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎. 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝒹𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀. 𝐸𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[xxlady-lunaxx]

the air was sweet. cool like stone, but refreshing. it danced through obanai’s hair, ruffling his clothing. he gazed up at the sky. it was different than before when shinjuro had first found him. then, it had been dark. ominous. now it was a peaceful blue, clear and dotted with fluffy white somethings. there was a bright ball of light that warmed obanai. he put his hands on his knees and, while the minutes crept past, he realized that the initial slight chill to the air had been diminished as the sun wrapped its arms around him. he looked down at the ground where a bird had begun to hop. it chirped, a high-pitched, small sound. obanai gazed at it curiously. he watched as it pecked at the dirt, searching. eventually, it flew away. he realized that there was sound behind him, the culprit to the bird’s disappearance. he turned. it was kyojuro, the little boy who was the son of shinjuro. he looked as if he’d just awoken, rubbing his eyes. his hair was a mess, but it was the same marvelous, golden flames of his father’s. he smiled at obanai with childish exuberance. he plopped down beside him, legs swinging where they dangled off the porch. he turned to obanai, looking at him with with the same searching eyes of the bird’s. his eyes were wide and full of life. like the breeze that toyed with the tuffs of grass beneath their feet.

“did you sleep?” kyojuro asked mildly. he peered at him. “you look tired!”

obanai returned his gaze but said nothing. he watched the fiery hair tangle more as kyojuro lay back. he was staring up, and obanai followed his gaze to see nothing but the roof over the engawa. then kyojuro lifted a hand, a finger pointing to where a pillar steadied it. obanai squinted, following the path up to a spider web. it was tucked away, protected from the wind and the sun. obanai had never understood spiders. they had nestled in his room before, even beginning to make homes where piles of food had built up. he didn’t know why they would prefer to hide away. away from the new air and the warm sun. away from the birds that searched and the men who saved.

kyojuro was sitting back up. he looked at obanai. “i think you’re tired,” he said, matter-of-factly. “you should sleep! here”—he patted his lap—“you can put your head here and sleep. mother lets me sleep on her lap sometimes! it’s comfy!”

obanai eyed him suspiciously. when nothing bad seemed to happen, he crawled closer to the boy. tentatively, he lay his head on kyojuro’s lap. it was uncomfortable for his body, which seemed to dangle half off the porch now, so he dragged himself up with a little effort. now he lay vertically, his head on the kyojuro’s lap and his body on the wood. he turned slightly. there. he could see outside too, like this. his eyes searched the grounds, flitting to a tree that sat a few yards from the house. the bird from earlier was back at his treasure hunt, scouring the base of the tree. abruptly, kyojuro patted obanai.

“sleep!” he ordered. his voice was like the bird’s. melodic in its own, sudden way. he leaned down to smile at obanai again. his eyes closed when he smiled. the sunlight poured down his face. he opened his eyes, though his lips remained with the lingering grin. “i’ll protect you if anything happens! like father! so you can sleep, okay?”

obanai gazed up at him uncertainly. he supposed he was tired. he nodded ever so slightly. immediately, the other boy was consoled. he pet obanai once more before leaning back to allow him more room. obanai was hesitant to close his eyes at first, wishing to watch the bird. but he willed himself to anyway. as kyojuro had said, he would be protected if anything happened. and so his eyes fluttered close. still, he saw red, the light filtering through his eyelids. he let his conscious drift away from the color, instead focusing on the warmth. kyojuro was warm. his hand, which had rested previously on obanai’s face for several seconds, had been warm, too. it was curious. obanai was never naturally warm somehow, he seemed to be always cold. yet now, he didn’t notice it. the sun and kyojuro—and then he had a thought. he’d thought that the rengoku’s seemed to embody fire. but kyojuro was like the sun. he was gentle and comforting and warm. so, very warm.

the hands of sleep began to tug obanai’s mind from where it was nestled on kyojuro’s lap. and, for the first time, he didn’t try to resist it. he let himself float away into a dreamland of pretty fires and quiet suns and singing birds. he hoped he stayed here forever.

[comatosebunny09]

Of course, you were nervous when he asked you to have lunch with his mother. It would be your first time meeting her, after all.

You spent the morning fretting over your hair and makeup. Tore through your closet for the perfect outfit to compliment your figure. And only the best flowers would suffice for the woman who bore your wonderful husband and adorable brother-in-law.

Would she even like the flowers?

You were a shaking, sweaty mess the entire car ride. Picked at your nails and some loose threads on your outfit. Kyojuro assured you throughout your journey that you were perfect.

“She would have adored you,” he said, drawing your hand into his on the center console. He squeezed reassuringly, a youthful smile rounding his lips. Though your heart still raged within your rib cage, you returned the gesture. Swallowed thickly as the iron-wrought gates of her home slid into focus, ominously contrasting the endless blue canvas that stretched overhead.

The driver's door slamming shut brought you back to the present. You peered at your reflection in the rearview mirror whilst Kyojuro circled the car to fetch you from the passenger side.

It was now or never.

The path to her home was a quiet one, juxtaposing the war taking part in your mind. It was humid, yet the cool breeze rustling the trees was a welcome combatant for the heat. Birds sang peacefully overhead. Wildflowers sprouted from the cracks of the cobblestone, bowing beneath your feet. The air was stained with petrichor and other scents associated with summer.

Kyojuro held your hand the entire way down, occasionally beaming over his shoulder to keep you grounded. You clutched the picnic basket in your opposite hand tighter as you approached her sanctuary, your heart thrumming in your throat.

A knot of anxiety formed in your stomach.

What if you messed this up? What if you disrespected her and jeopardized your marriage?

You halted in your tracks, slipping out of Kyojuro’s grasp. The intrusive thoughts swarmed above, causing your shoulders to slump. He turned to you with bewilderment clinging to his features, about a foot ahead. Expression slid into understanding as a fond chuckle left his lips. His smile held a somberness that made your heart shrivel.

This was no time to be afraid. He needed you now more than ever.

He closed the distance between you in four strides, dwarfing you as he gently twined your fingers with his. “Do not worry, my love,” Kyojuro said in hushed octaves. “She does not bite. I promise. Though, she might have turned over a few times due to my questionable choices in life.”

His eyes twinkled when you snorted. Cupped your jaw, angling your head towards his for a succulent kiss.

He draped an arm around your shoulders, leading you to his mother’s resting place. Plucked the basket from your fingers, leaving your side to unfurl the picnic blanket. But not before urging you forward with a hand at the small of your back and a wink.

Whilst Kyojuro laid out your lunch, you took up the bouquet he left near her gravestone. The knot forming in your belly slowly unraveled as you kneeled. You released a weighted breath, carefully arranging the flowers by her headstone. You admired the crisp marble with your fingers, reverence coloring your eyes.

A warm hand on your shoulder startled you. You peered skyward, the afternoon sun silhouetting your husband, casting an ethereal glow on the gravesite. Kyojuro crouched beside you, bumping shoulders whilst he mirrored your position.

“Told you she was harmless,” Kyojuro jested, luring a smile to your lips.

“Shut up and pay your respects,” you snickered, clasping your hands together and bowing your head. You side-eyed your husband until he did the same. Silently thanked his mother for birthing such a wonderful human being, wishing you could’ve met her sooner.

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Muzan: Alright, who did dumb shit this week?

Douma: I started a second cult!

Akaza: I somehow have been domesticated by the flame hashira? I don’t know how this happened?

Aizetsu: I got a raise! I can buy every Lunchable now! Our whole fridge is stocked with them!

Sekido: Someone gifted me cookies at work? I think they were laced with wisteria but I’m fine, I was just really loopy for a while.

Urogi: I went flying and fell into the ocean because a bird hit me. I was soaking wet for hours.

Karaku: The shortest hashira gave me the demon equivalent of something called ‘weed’? It was amazing. I paid her to put it into cookies and give them to Sekido.

Kokushibo: I ingested a squeak toy. The hashira have been repeatedly pushing on my stomach and making me squeak for a week now.

[tangenkanashrine]

I'm so sorry

I"M SO SORRY THIS DAMN ONESHOT IS TAKING FOREVER- I WROTE LIKE 2000 WORDS ONE DAY AND JUST STOPPED?? Now I'm at 3000 but it's almost Halloween and I want y'all to see something before then. So uhm... TAKE SOME SNEAK PEAKS-

“The war’s over, but our story isn’t.”

“It’s over, the war with Muzan is over, finally. All the humans turned into demons, all those demon slayers who risked life and limb to defeat Muzan, everyone who was killed by them,  lost and forgotten in history as heroes… They can all rest, everyone can rest. We’re free from demons, there’s nothing more to fight. We can all rest and live in peace…” The thoughts linger in Tanjiro’s mind as he lays down in silence. The moonlight, once brought fear and sorrow to everyone he knows as now brought relief and comfort. The night could now be comforting, he thinks. Though, the memories will never go away, spending night slaying demons and almost dying will haunt everyone alive- maybe those who are dead too.  

It shines through the window and into the room, a very beautiful color clashing with the colors of the room. The room he’s used to all too well, many white sheet beds all clean and tidy. Some people were still recovering, most other rooms filled as well. He was left with few slayers that survived and suffered wounds that put them into much longer sleep. As long as they were breathing, they were still left here hoping to wake up. Tanjiro had done such and by him, on the other bed was Genya Shinazugawa.  He has met Genya exactly 2 times now, their first mission together and when training with the Hashira. 

Tanjiro has always been fond of Genya, their first meeting he was determined to befriend Genya and he did. Learning he could simply eat a demon’s body part was fascinating to him, so cool! He thought, secretly, he may have a crush on the black haired boy. The way Genya could get so defensive so quickly, How Genya would get so blushy when he’s embarrassed or with girls and how handsome the older boy is. That wasn’t his concern though, he had to focus on killing Muzan and turning his sister back into a human. So he never spoke up.

He also had similar thoughts of Kanao, finding himself in love with her after his mission with the once Flame Hashira, Kyojuro Rengoku. She was swift, how she would easily grab a cup and without hesitation throw it right at his face was a good surprise to Tanjiro.  Kanao’s kind heart hidden by her trust in the coin, Kanao’s confusion at most things despite it being considered common knowledge for many and how beautiful the girl is. 

Maybe he falls in love too fast, but that wouldn’t matter to him. 

Tanjiro’s first priority was his sister and turning her back into a human, love was the last thing on his mind. Now that Nezuko is human, he has to recover and learn to live half blind with one arm. With Muzan gone and the corps disbanding there was still recovering that needed to be done, he won’t push on more issues to his crushes. They have enough on their plate. 

Genya, he still needs to wake up, his brother is worried sick and they need to do some consulting with each other. Kanao, she runs the butterfly mansion because the Insect Hashira died during the battle and has to navigate with Kaburamaru- a snake she’s never met who was once the Serpent Hashira’s, Obanai Iguro. They need time to adjust and adapt to their new lives… 

Tanjiro’s unsure of what to do, his thoughts linger on the war, his journey, his family, his friends and the two black heads with amazing hair styles. He turns himself to Genya’s bed, the boy resting covered in no wounds or bandages. He recalls what the Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa had explained about their battle. 

Their fight was with Upper Moon 1, Himself, his brother, the Mist Hashira Muichiro Tokito and the Stone Hashira Gyomei Himejima. They fought long and hard against him, Muichiro saved Genya’s life one time but was unable to return the favor as they both were cut in half in different ways. Awful, disgusting, Tanjiro couldn’t bear the thought. How Muichiro wanted to live and talk about anything but demons, he left horrible knowing Muichiro’s wish was never granted.  As Genya was dying, cut in half and slowly blowing away into ashes- Sanemi managed to capture one of Upper 1’s fingers and shoved it into Genya’s throat. He ate it but his regeneration took a long time, his body passed out after swallowing so Sanemi had carried him out, handed him to some Kakushi and continued the battle against Muzan.

Genya’s body was intact by the end of the fight but he never woke up. He was breathing fine, maybe his inside needed to heal? It was unsure but everyone refused to give up on him, just like with Tanjiro. 

Tanjiro recalled back to his time, his short time becoming the demon king possessed by Muzan. The thought still frightens him, what he could’ve done to everyone and what he did do. That will always haunt him. Nezuko holding onto him screaming his name, Inosuke almost killing him but giving up because he was Tanjiro, Kanao risking her life to inject him with what they used on Nezuko and everyone else… Everyone didn’t give up because they cared for him. It hurt his heart but he felt loved at the same time, it hurt but at least now they were safe. 

The scent of the room was of old blood and his friend's scent. Inosuke, Zenitsu and Nezuko all choose to sleep in the same room on one bed. Quoting the 3 as they said in unison, “We’re not leaving Tanjiro's side.” even if almost everyone persisted. It’s not like they had anywhere else to go but there were other rooms instead of sleeping next to possibly dead people. As to not take up too much space either they’re all currently cuddling on the one bed across Tanjiro’s. Looking back at the 3, Tanjiro chuckled, he greatly appreciated them. 

Inosuke was underneath like a rough bed for the two, if he laid on top he could kill them both. Shockingly, he slept a lot more curled up and onto the pillow then spread out like everyone thought. Nezuko was using Inosuke’s legs as her pillow, lightly curled up hugging Zenitsu like her teddy bear. Zenitsu was shockingly taking up the most room, one arm was wrapped underneath Inosuke and his other arm hugging Nezuko like his teddy bear. Ow, Zenitsu’s arm is not going to be ok in the morning. They fell asleep together peacefully, Tanjiro remembered their little fight about how they’d sleep on one bed until they agreed to this, he found it adorable. They all wanted to stay in the room with him but they all refused to take up so much space in case it was ever needed, how thoughtful. Oh how he was lucky to see they all lived....

[absolutelynotsanebaby]

do you guys ever see this phenomenon in fandoms where they play such strong Trauma Olympics that there's this 'agreed' fanon with specific characters where they aren't traumatized or aren't 'as' traumatized as other characters and then you look at the character in question and they are/should be traumatized as fuck in all actuality? and it's entirely because the traumatizing event or backstory is 'subtle' (usually not really, just less 'dramatic' than other characters). I see it all the time and it drives me nuts. Like how are you going to look at a character with an abusive father, dead mom, and is a soldier and go 'he's not traumatized' or his backstory isn't 'bad' like GIRL

[gender-neautral-fangirling]

My Hashira ranking:

My brother's Hashira ranking:

It's how much we like each of the Hashira, don't come after me please, it's just harmless opinions!

[thissidewashereiguess]

Just simping for the lion themed characters~~

[sunshineman2-0]

Art Teacher!Reader x Math Teacher!Sanemi Shinazugawa x Science Teacher!Kyojuro Rengoku

Reader is black female

Modern A.U.

Tw: Kyojuro is kinda a creep here. Also Sanemi gets a little possessive. Both they ass are asses. Mentions of stalking. Your landlord putting someone in their place. Shinjuro being an idiot. He's not homophobic, just an ass. (Bare with him)

I dont condone any of the actions depicted. This is only for entertainment purposes only. This is your warning. Do not read if these subjects make you uncomfortable. And ffs do NOT make comments about how this isn't something you like to read. It happened on one of my other blogs and it killed the vibes I had to write. I WILL DELETE THIS BLOG IF I SEE IT.

You have been warned

Chapter 6: Whipping Pot

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Kyojuro sat next to you. Interested in your "play-date" with Shinazugawa and his dog. The younger brother was there, but Kyojuro assumed he was there only because Sanemi didn't have the courage to meet you alone. The older flame haired brother never had a problem with women. Usually because of Tengen, they would flock to him.... But Kyojuro never paid them any mind...

You were different. You never begged for his attention, nor did you chase him. He had been chased for... He stopped keeping count honestly. And when Tengen couldn't get a bite for Kyojuro, the music teacher gave up and shifted his attention to Sanemi.

But back to you. Your two toned lips, soft and plump. He always daydreamed about how'd they feel against his own... And he remembered the night at the club. He just only acted like he didn't. But the way you felt against him felt right. Your thighs so plush and soft. No other woman had felt right against him. Not when they held on to him, he pushed them away. They pressed against him while dancing, he would dissappear in the crowd.

He watched as you smiled about his competition. You were beaming, mostly rambling about the man's dog, Winter. Happy to know about Sanemi's situation with his PTSD. Kyojuro had to fight to roll his eyes as you started to talk about the other man.

"And then I went home! Well not fully home."

Kyojuro perked up at this. Alarmed at the fact that you didn't go home.

"My neighbors invited me to eat with them."

"Ah, your landlords?"

He asked stuff like that to show you he's paying attention. In reality, Kyojuro had followed you to the park. And them back to your apartment complex. Oh, it was easy to find out where you lived. The office women really liked him. Kyojuro could ask them anything and they'd tell him. Yes. He did break into your apartment, on the days he could manage to get away from home. Maybe you thought some of your clothes went missing?

You nodded at his question. Then you looked at your plate. It was empty,

"They're always letting me eat with them."

Kyojuro saw you eyeing his dessert, and slid half of it on to your plate. When your eyes lit up, he smiled. Allowing you to eat and clear your mouth. Then you looked at Kyojuro, your honey eyes shining at him.

"So what'd you want to do today? Or did you have any other plans?"

You had been out trying to do some grocery shopping, and he had "bumped into you". And insisted on treating you to lunch. He looked up and thought for a second.

"Not really. I can join you on-"

His phone began to ring, and he looked at the call. His father, Shinjuro's name popped up and he frowned. He looked at you apologeticly, and answered the call.

"Yes, Father?"

"Just say "dad" damn it." His father fussed, but continued, "pick me up some stuff. I need-"

Kyojuro cut his father short and smiled at you,

"Im on a date. I'll bring your things to you, when I've finished here, alright?"

He was going to get an earful and probaly a smack to the head, but you were the most important thing right now. After putting his phone back in his pocket, he stood up.

"If you'd like we can take a walk. Or-"

You smiled standing up with him.

"Maybe you should get home? I don't want to keep you all day."

Kyojuro frowned for a moment but then he smiled,

"Why don't you just come with me? Senjuro would be happy to see you. And you could meet my father."

He'd make the old man behave if he needed to. Kyojuro respected his father, but if the man started to make you uncomfortable or did any thing that was less than a gentleman... Well punishment would be handed out accordingly. Giving him a smile you nodded and linked your arm with his own. Kyojuro tensed for a moment, it wasn't out of surprise. He was trying to restrain the psychotic part of him that wanted to make you his right in that moment. When you felt him tense, you started to back away. He forced himself to relax, and gently pulled you back to his side.

"Forgive me. You just surprised me a bit."

You smiled at his explanation, and giggled, letting him lead you to his home.

💜💜💜💜

Standing at the door way, Kyojuro opened the entrance and let you walk through first. You both were holding groceries, and Kyojuro announced that he was home. Being sure to say that you were accompanying him. Senjuro rushed into the hallway, excited to see you and gently took the bags you had in your arms.

"Miss (L/N)!! Are you staying for dinner? If so, I've got something special to fix for us!"

You nodded at him and slid your shoes off, setting them next to Kyo's. Shinjuro made his way to the hallway.

"This is her?"

Kyojuro's face twisted in to a snarl, just for a moment, directed at his father. A silent warning to keep his mouth shut. You blinked at Shinjuro, unsure of what to say...

"I've told Father about you. Being new and all to the school. He likes to hear about my day, sometimes."

You nodded, a bit unsure. Kyojuro had never acted like this... You'd only seen it in small intervals... And it was usually over you... You just figured that it was because he was your friend and it just came with being around him...

"Ok. Calm your shit."

Shinjuro waved you both into the house more. And you followed a bit eager to see where Senjuro scurried off too. You heard him buzzing around the kitchen. He had music going, while he cooked, Senjuro was doing a little dance. You smiled, as he seemed to be in his element. Plus it was cute. Shinjuro just stared at his youngest son.

"Boy may have some sugar in his tank..."

He gave you a look and then raised his eyebrow.

"I dont think so. He's just happy to be cooking."

Shinjuro nodded, and smiled a bit. Then kept walking. Instead of following you walked into the kitchen and sat at the island. Kyojuro joined you and nudged you with his elbow.

"SEN!"

At his brothers bark, Senjuro threw the large spoon he had at Kyojuro.

"Dont do that! You know I'm easily spooked!"

Kyojuro caught said spoon and gave it a lick,

"The curry is coming along great! And I have to be sure your aware of your surroundings even at home."

He nodded, satisfied with his own answer, only to get a pinch in the ribs from you,

"Hey! Ow!"

"Thats not nice! Sen should feel comfortable in his own home!"

Senjuro, snatched the spoon from his brother and gave Kyojuro a light smack. Then turned to clean the spoon and retrieve a new one from the drawer. He quickly stirred the curry. You took a seat at the counter, and watched the teen cook. You admired Senjuro, he took up a lot of the house work while Kyojuro and Shinjuro worked. For a moment, you wondered what it would be like to be apart of the house hold here...

But you were snapped out by Kyojuro waving his hand in your face.

"(Y/N). Are you ok? You seemed abit out of it..."

His big eyes looking at you gently. You nodded and smiled at the man.

"Yeah! Just entranced by that delicious smelling curry!"

Senjuro smiled bashfully,

"Thank you... its just seafood curry..."

You nodded at him. Eager to eat. Shinjuro walked back into the room and sat on the other side of you. Looking you on the face.

"So. You datin my eldest?"

You snapped your gaze to him, speechless at the fact that Kyojuro's father would even ask that!

"N-no! We're jus-"

"Father. (Y/N) and I are just co-workers."

🔥🔥🔥🔥

Kyojuro's face darkened, and he glared at his father. A sign for the other man to shut up.

~~~~~

After dinner, Kyojuro walked you home. You thanked him profusely and he waved it off. Telling you it was fine. Once you scampered off, Kyojuro turned to leave but was stopped by Benimaru, one of your landlords. The elder man frowned at Kyojuro.

"You're the second man to walk (Y/N) home. What the hell do you want with her?"

Kyojuro stopped in his tracks and tilted his head to the side.

"Im just-"

"There are cameras all around here boy. I've seen you break into her apartment. The only reason why I haven't called the police is because I know (Y/N) would be a bit upset."

Shit... Kyojuro had slipped up in his eagerness to be closer to you... He put his hands up.

"I only broke in to return her things. She had left them at the school."

Kyojuro was trying to lie... But he could tell Benimaru wasn't taking any of it.

"Stay your ass out of her damn apartment. Or you'll deal with me."

The elder walked back into his apartment. Leaving Kyojuro to glare after him... He'd have to be more careful...

Uh... so it's been a while... I just lost the motivation to write. But this mf will get finished! And there will be two endings. One for Nemi and the other for Kyo. Thanks for reading. And any feed back is welcome.

[pint-sized-pillars-au]

what does the bedtime routine look like for everyone? if everyone is staying with kagaya and amane, do they share rooms? do the younger kids go to bed before the older kids?

Tengen: I’ve got this one! As the leader of bedtime rituals, I would consider myself an expert on this subject!

Tengen: To answer your second question, we do have to share a bit. The girls always had their own space, but the guys all have to share. Nobody really wanted to share with Muichiro (baby) or Gyomei (old) so me, Kyo, and the Three Musketeers all split a space. If we get “annoying” or if we “smell nasty,” Obanai likes to move rooms and Sanemi will sometimes try to sleep outside… usually the threat of tattling to Gyomei or the Master and his wife gets Sanemi back inside. He’s a suck-up, ain’t he?!

Sanemi: I can hear you, idiot.

Tengen: The girls often drop by in the middle of the night and ask to sleep in our room. I think they get scared by themselves. As you can expect, we get a fair share of nightmares around here. Staying asleep is way harder than actually falling asleep, y’know?

Shinobu: I’d much rather stay with Mei-Mei than these two, but we can’t get to Mei-Mei without waking them up.

Tengen: Oi! Get back to your room, Missy! It’s late!

Tengen: Anyway— we all try to go to bed around the same time, but with Muichiro being so little, he’s the first to be put to bed. He won’t rest unless Gyomei’s with him, so Gyomei goes to bed early too! In the beginning we all hated the designated bed time Lady Amane set, but most of the time we pass out before we can even get there! Shinobu, Mitsuri, and Giyuu tend to fall asleep right after Gyomei and Muichiro leave, but poor Giyuu is always woken up by our chaos! Kyojuro and Obanai try to stay up, but me and Sanemi will stay up and chat until one of us passes out.

Sanemi: Our group is always the last one up in the morning. If we aren’t woken up from some bad dream or Muichiro’s damn crying, we wake each other up.

Tengen: Yeah… we gotta knock that off. I think getting told off by Gyomei is harder on him than it is on us!