#muichiro drabble

[starandcloud]

Muichiro Drabble

I feel like Muichiro is the type of person who will sit there and listen in on the drama around him and then go "home" and tell the people who will listen everything he heard. Which usually ends up being a poor Kakushi who got caught leaving. And it's usually good shit toom

[everlastingleuthymia]

Behind the scenes

Note : this doesn't belong to me .

[yuki2sksksk]

Me, when people fighting over the training between Muichiro, Sanemi and Obanai on who's stronger, when it's very much clear that they're just training and each have their own strength, weakness, advantage and disadvantage:

[livelaughlovekny]

"Loves me, loves me not..."

Summary: Muichirou got bored waiting for you to arrive and decided to play the “loves me, loves me not” flower game. (+Mini bonus at the end)

   “One cloud, two clouds, three clouds…” Muichirou murmured to himself as he patiently waited for you to arrive. The both of you had agreed to train together at his estate after you came back from your mission. As Hashiras, this was a rare opportunity as the both of you were constantly bombarded with missions and tasks. That surely had to be the reason as to why Muichirou had been looking forward to today. Since he wrote back to you, telling you that he was fine with the arrangement, he had anticipated for today to arrive.

  You were taking a while to arrive though. Why were the both of you always assigned missions that were so far away from each other? Bored, Muichirou listlessly plucked at the surrounding grass. He tried recalling the contents of your letters. The both of you had agreed to exchange letters whenever possible. In your latest letter, you informed him that you should arrive at his estate at three in the afternoon. Or was it four? He couldn’t quite remember, though both felt too late and not enough to him. Strange, Muichirou wasn’t sure when was the last time that he had looked forward to someone so strongly.

  He tried reasoning with himself. Training time is precious. What he was actually looking forward to was training with someone strong. It could be any other Hashira. It didn’t have to be you. Though the idea of training with anyone else but you seemed appalling to him. Perhaps it was because he felt closer to you than others. Before meeting you, his training consisted of him and only him. 

  An hour passed, and you had yet to arrive. Did you get lost? No, your crow would have guided you. Did he get the date wrong? No, he didn’t. Then what could be taking you so long? Slightly frustrated, Muichirou got up and wandered around his yard. He passed a patch of wild flowers. He stopped and stared at it. “What was it about flowers that the Love Hashira said… Oh yeah.” He sat down in front of the patch of flowers and plucked one.

  He twisted the flower around his fingers, studying it. It was a stupid idea but he was bored and… that was it. There was another feeling within him that he just couldn’t put his finger on. It was a nagging feeling that somehow kept bringing up memories of you. Pushing away his feelings, he plucked a petal off the flower. “Loves me.” The petal fluttered down.

  “Loves me not.” His heart sank a little. “Loves me.” Hope rose again. “Loves me not… Ah.” It felt as if something was clutching onto his heart tightly. There were only two petals left. His fingers hovered near the remaining two petals. It’s just a stupid game. Yet he couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling within him and bring himself to finish the game…

  “Loves you!” Two fingers plucked off the remaining two petals together. Muichirou turned around in shock. He looked up to see your grinning face. “Helloo, sorry for being late! I encountered a few villagers who needed some help.” You squatted down so that the both of you were at eye level. Your free hand reached out and opened up his, your other hand placing the two petals onto his palm. “There you go, I’m sure whoever you were thinking of loves you.”

  Muichirou closed his hand, clenching the two petals tightly before placing them carefully into his pocket. “I wasn’t thinking of anyone. I was just plucking off the petals out of boredom.” You snorted. “Right, I heard you murmuring ‘loves me, loves me not’ to yourself. Even if I didn’t, you shouldn’t bully flowers.” Getting up, Muichirou looked down at your squatting figure and gave you an unimpressed look. “Whatever, it was your fault for taking so long.”

  You whined. “I got here as fast as I could. It’s not my fault that it’s my duty to help others.” Not replying, Muichirou turned away and walked off. Pouting exaggeratedly, you complained loudly about how mean he was. You don’t notice how the tip of his ears had turned red or how relieved he was when he heard you said “loves you”, especially when he realised that he had played that game with someone in his mind and heart.

Bonus: A few weeks later, it was your turn to wait for Muichirou to arrive at the Mist Estate for training. You wandered around his home, marvelling about how one could bear to live in such an empty house. Walking into yet another empty room, you notice a tiny frame hanging above the bed. This was the only decoration in the entire house. Upon closer inspection, you realise it was two petals framed. “Oh, I didn’t know he liked flowers.” Just then, you heard Muichirou calling your name. Leaving the room, you walked towards the voice, not realising that those were the petals you gave him.

a/n: helloo, im back with yet another drabble/oneshot! i was working on a request when i suddenly thought of this and just had to write it out!!

[aritsukemo]

A Helping Hand | Muichiro Tokito

Warnings: Very vague hints towards Muichiro's backstory. Reader's relationship with Muichiro is vague as well so you can depict this as either platonic or romantic. Muichiro is on a verge of a panic attack.

A/N: Had this up over on Wattpad for months and it didn't get much attention! I reread it today and really liked it so I decided to post it over here as well! Might go scrowering my drafts for the Yuichiro version..

Muichiro was never one to remember his dreams or nightmares. No matter how good or bad, they were vivid, but always escaped him as soon as he opened his eyes. Whenever he awoke, the feelings left by whatever his mind conjured up that night were always fleeting and never lasted..

But this time was different. The feelings didn't leave as soon as he awoke and instead stayed, sticking uncomfortably to his heart and causing it to beat in a rhythm foreign to him; Fear. His body, not used to the feeling, shoots up and tenses. His breaths come out thick and short in quick puffs..

And the worse part is how unaware he is of the reason. His mind only able to produce blurred pictures of his dream in quick, annoyingly inconsistent bursts. And so, he gets up and sprints out of his room and down the hall to the guest room of his home where you currently reside.

 "Remember, Tokito. If you're ever upset about something and need to calm down, come to me. I can help you out."

He slides the door open, his feet moving before his mind can comprehend what he's doing and by the time it does, he had already laid himself by your side.

The room is silent aside from the sound of the crickets conversing outside and the clashing noise of your calm, steady, and consistent breath versus his erratic, inconsistent ones. His vision is filled with your soft hair, your lashes, your parted, slightly damp lips, your covered chest that rose sporadically due to your constant practice of total concentration breathing..

Like a spell had been cast over him at the sight of you, his mind slowly goes blank. The air in his lungs return to him and the tears that were clumped together along the waterline of his eyes finally fall..

That unbearable feeling that caged his chest finally dispersed, freeing him and his mind. His face returns to it's neutrality and his mind searches every crevice of his mind to remember why he was here only to shoot blanks.

But the thought of leaving never crosses his mind. Not for a second. He moves, but only to lazily swing his arm over your side and pull himself closer to you. He moves again, but only to bury his tear-stained face into your shoulder. Your scent fills his nose and he closes his eyes. His mind, which was once clouded by vague faces and gory scenes, now at peace which allows a brand new scene to play. One that's filled with a field of colorful flowers, a sky full of clouds, and the sight of your sleeping form resting against a tall tree..

In the end, Muichiro lulls off to sleep curled up to you with the uncommon look of serenity on his face..

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[drluvsick]

𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

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

word count : 535

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.

overluvsick | please do not repost, translate, and/or claim my works as yours !!

[komoboko]

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫

ft: Giyu tomioka and Muichiro Tokito ・mui implied platonic but can be read as romantic

I never wrote for giyu so I hope this is alright ! Also this was just a ramble about them and their hair mmnmjmjn

# giyu !! ☆

While GIYU can’t say he doesn’t know how to do his hair, the boy just doesn’t know how to do it properly. After Sabito and Makomo’s death he stopped putting real time into himself. He’ll do the bare minimum to get himself through the day. In his opinion it’s just “the thought that counts” even though you both know not much thought goes into it at all.

It isn’t until you drag him into your bathroom to actually take care of his hair that it comes back into the picture. He’s heard from Mitsuri and whisper of other female slayers about the pain of dealing with “a disaster of a bad hair day.” Tomioka can only give you a look as if it was a silent apology that you were going to have to deal with his “disaster” when it came to the glob of hair on his head.

Giyu shifts in his chair as his eyes stay focused onto the ground. He can hear how you search for different supplies, different brushes and combs that would fit his hair. His mind reminisces on the whispers he heard from girls gossiping about their own experiences as now the guilt sets in.

“..I’m sorry”

Your eyes turn towards the male who seemed to stay perfectly still in the chair you dragged him to. “Giyu? Did you say something?” You ask the black haired male.

He hesitates for a moment before slowly shaking his head. His body still facing away from you as the only thing moving was his head. “I said.. thank you.” You can only shrug off the doubt that clouded his voice.

Much to his surprise, the feeling of his hair being properly washed is something he wouldn’t imagine he expected to like so much. He couldn’t tell if it was the actually feeling of cleansing his hair, or if It was your fingers that glided and ran through his hair with so much patience. His shoulders slouched as the tense feeling in his body was no longer presence. A sigh would escape his lips as his eyes slowly closed embracing himself in the comfort fully.

While you may of only done this once, it’s a moment that quickly jumps to Tomioka’s favorites. The moment brought a feeling of so much intimacy that he wasn’t expecting. For a moment he felt like he could breathe, the burdens of his comrades who have long pasted on, the burdens of serving as a hashira, the burdens of life for a moment fell from his shoulders. The moment was just between the two of you an everlasting peace that lasted for such a short time but felt so long. Something he needed much more than he can express.

It won’t be a surprise when he sheepishly comes back to you after you both finished your mission for the day. Mumbling something about “the demons put up a decent fight. Unfortunately it messed my hair up greatly. Would you mind.. helping me fix it.” You can’t help but give a cheesy smile before bringing him back to the bathroom where it all started.

# Muichiro !! ☆

Poor poor Gyomei who unknowingly got roped into helping MUICHIRO learn how to do almost a boy thing properly while he attempts to regain his memories. While Gyomei shouldn’t be underestimated for his teaching skills as he trained Muichiro “back into a boy” as he puts it. Once it came to tackling his hair, is the line Gyomei wouldn’t cross.

You’ve heard rumors about his hair. That it was “more tangled than one could imagine” or, “so natty that it was unfixable.” You’ve never believed them of course but you couldn’t help but be curious about them. You only stared back at the boys hair while you could expect he was staring off into space like usual.

Like you expected, the rumors were false. What surprised you were how far off they really were. The comb ran through his hair, while you did encounter other issues with it, it was way easier than you imagined.

Moving the comb through Muichiro’s hair, you can only admire how much smoother it was compared to all the small rumors spread across the corps. You couldn’t help but wonder why his hair smelled so strange, not that it was bad but oddly familiar.

“What do you use for your hair mui?” you mutter. Silence falls upon the room for a moment until Muichiro collects himself as he snaps out of his thoughts.

“Mitsuri showed me how she does her own hair, so I use the same products as her.” he replies softly.

Oh, so that explains the smell. Your face goes blank for a moment before a soft chuckle escapes your lips at the new found information. You open your eyes once more to see Muichiro face properly in the mirror, a small smile creeping up onto his lips.

Muichiro secretly like when you style his hair. He doesn’t voice his opinion directly but you can tell by his actions and expressions he likes it. His favorite style is anything that includes something half up and half down. He thinks it makes him look cool. Though he still very open to try anything as long as your styling his hair.

He tends to drift back towards you whenever he feels the need to get his hair done. He’ll shuffle towards your direction with a comb or another style in his mind for his hair. While he think he just enjoys getting his hair done, Muichiro just enjoys having some peace for a moment and spending time around you.

[that-one-p00k1e]

Valentine's Special

Muichiro x Fem!reader fluff

Note: Wasn't planning on posting anything honestly but uhh Holy Spirit came over me so uhhh yeah turns out this way is much easier than doing a whole poetic-wannabe script of a fanfic also HAPPY VALENTINE'S POOKS<333

Mitsuri: "Tokito-kun! Did you know that today is Valentine's Day!?"

Muichiro: "Valentine's... Day?"

Shinobu: "It's a day where you celebrate it with your loved ones to share the love and affection to one another."

Muichiro: "...... Oh. And what about it?"

Mitsuri: "This is a perfect chance to show your love towards Y/N-chan!"

Muichiro: *freezes*

Mitsuri: "You should get her a gift! Maybe some chocolates, flowers... Ooh! Maybe something of her interest??"

Shinobu: "Or maybe you could start off with giving her a compliment and do something she usually likes."

Muichiro: "...."

*Later on*

Y/N: *Is sitting on a roof, watching the sunset*

Muichiro, sitting down next to her: "Hey."

Y/N, immediately greeting with a smile: "Oh, Tokito-san! What brings you here at this time of hour? Need something?"

Muichiro: *hands over a wrapped box*

Y/N: "Hm? What for?"

Muichiro: "Just take it."

Y/N: *takes the box and proceeds to unwrap it, finding her long-wanted dream hairpin*

Y/N: "WHAT!?" *looks at Muichiro in disbelief* "Is-... Is this for me!?"

Muichiro: "Who else would it be for?"

Y/N: "Really!?? For sure!!?? This costs a fortune! I mean I know a Hashira's earning is also quite high but-"

Muichiro: "You said you wanted it."

Y/N: "But I never implied that you had to get it for me! Is there any way for me to pay you back?"

Muichiro: "No need. Just accept it."

Y/N: "But-"

Muichiro, looking away: "It's a Valentine's Day gift, and I expect nothing in return of it.

Y/N: "A... Valentine's Day gift...?"

Muichiro, still looking away: "Take it or leave it."

Y/N, blushing: "..... Thank you..."

Muichiro: *looks at her from his peripheral vision, before sliding his hand closer to hers until their pinkies touched*

Y/N: *looking back at the sunset while slowly moving her hand closer until their fingers intertwined*

Mui on the inside:

The End <3

[meowzfordayz]

as long as we're together

Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Word Count: ~400

CW: none

Emergency Request Fulfilled: If you aren’t busy or occupied with anything, could I req a Mui x Reader general hcs or whatever you feel is best, (be it a drabble or a short scenario) whereas the reader decides to take a three year break from end of junior-senior HS for a better headspace, and pursue a slightly better life in college? It’s just how the reader would get by under this stressful circumstance with his encouragement, and help.

“You’re going to do what?” Muichiro asks gently, noodles slipping unceremoniously off his chopsticks back into his bowl.

“I’m going to take a few years off after high school. I don’t feel ready for college. I know I want to go, eventually, but I feel like if I dive headfirst into it I’ll just be setting myself up for failure.”

Nodding slowly, he sets his chopsticks down, gaze soft as he processes your announcement.

“You’re not saying anything,” you mumble, your own soup forgotten as your stomach churns impatiently.

“And if I want to go straight to college?”

“We’ll make it work?”

Smiling faintly, he reaches across the table, his fingers warm as they find and intertwine with yours. You stare at him, eyes wide and bright, tears pricking at their corners, your pulse hot and anxious in your ears. He sighs quietly, brows furrowing as he contemplates his next sentences.

“Of course we’ll make it work,” he squeezes your hand, “I think it’s wise of you to look out for yourself, and to anticipate and plan for your needs and limitations. If you change your mind, I support you. If you travel the world for three years, I support you. If you live at home and just work and save money, I support you. As long as you feel safe, fulfilled, and happy, I support you.”

“What if I just lie in bed for three years?”

“How would that make you feel?” he raises a playful eyebrow.

“Probably not the best.”

“Then I’ll motivate you to get up,” he grins, “Whatever you need, I’ll do what I can to provide.”

“And if you end up going to school hours away from me?”

“Then I’ll travel hours to come home to you.”

“My parents are worried I’ll just rot,” you smile ruefully, “I’m a little worried about that too, to be honest.”

“Well you’re not allowed to fully decompose, because you need to be able to go out on dates like this with me, at least every once in a while.”

The tension in your shoulders lessens under the lightness of his teasing, your soup almost appetizing again.

“Wherever the future takes us,” he says, one hand still holding yours while the other resumes twirling noodles onto his chopsticks, “I want it to take us both, together.”

[kyojurismo]

How do you think Mui would be with a cuddly S/o? Only if ur comfy that is :3

# muichiro tokito

tags : gn!reader, fluff.

i believe muichiro would be a bit “cold” in the beginning, like you would hug him and hold his hand all the time alright but he’s not used to that kind of stuff you know.

but deep down he loves feeling you hug him, caress his cheeks, pat his head, hold his hand while walking around, etc.

and when you stopped doing that, like only holding his hand, bc you thought he actually hated it and made him uncomfortable, muichiro started seeking your touch.

“here,” he would grab your hand and pull it over his shoulder, as to instruct you to hug him. “that thing you do…” he refers to the head pat, he wants that too.

muichiro would literally take your hand and cup his own cheek with it. if you for some reason decide to move it away he would instantly grab it and keep it there.

“i like it, mh,” it seems he’s quietly nodding to himself, but he’s speaking to you hehe.

[everlastingleuthymia]

KNY Theory time!!

Have you ever noticed ? In each taishou rumor in the anime , they're in the stage with red curtains .

What if everything was just a school play ? Or a theatre play ? What if the manga was just the script and everyone in the show are only actors?

What if the gakuen was what their life is really like ? WHAT IF?

What if everything was just a play everyone was paid to?

Sorry I'm doing this to cope after reading the manga

Note ; This theory is not proven and is just a guess .

[xxlady-lunaxx]

timeline — hashira meeting with amane

obanai’s eyes widened and he resisted the urge to stand. to shout. to do… something. anything! but, of course, it would all be futile in the end. because mitsuri had the mark. because she would die. because she only had six more years left.

dying was a part of being a demon slayer. but having a definite time where you could feel the fingernails of death slowly sinking into your skin? each tick of the clock was another step towards her last breath. it wasn’t even the absence of safety. it wasn’t even the constant jitteriness that caused the smallest noises to be a threat.

the mark was nothing but a time bomb. ticking… ticking… slowly. ready to inhale every year past twenty five and mold them into a deceiving gift. a little strength boost for the time. thank you for your sacrifice.

she was going to die. mitsuri was going to die.

[yuki2sksksk]

KNY Horror movie AU lists:

1. The Ethereal Cult

(Featuring Inosuke, Kanao, Shinobu, Kanae, Kotoha and Douma.)

Inosuke and Kanao venture into a small village in search for their friend Shinobu, only to find themselves deep in trouble with the local cult where the leader may or may not practice cannibalism.

2. Split

(Featuring Tanjirou, Nezuko, Genya, Mitsuri and Hantengu clones.)

During a school trip, a group of high schoolers and their teacher are forced to take cover from the storm in a small inn belonging to a man named Hantengu. As the storm drags on for days, so does their stay in the inn. Terrifying things begin to unfold when they discover that the man is a serial killer.

3. Unseen Scales

(Featuring Muichiro, Yuichiro, Kotetsu, Haganezuka and Gyokko.)

People keep disappearing and after his twin brother is amongst the missing ones, Muichiro is set to uncover the truth. The only clues or patterns he recognized from the cases are the fact that the victims often went missing near the river, always during the night market.

[livelaughlovekny]

You apply ointment on his hands

Notes: Original AU, Gender neutral reader , 2nd person POV,

Summary: Before the war, the both of you fall into a routine where you apply ointment on his hands.

a/n: oh dang its been a while guys. this is really short btw !!

  He was most definitely indulging you. Which demon slayer has not had their fair share of blisters and skin rubbed raw from training? As Hashiras, it is absolutely not a surprise that you have all gotten to used to the pain. In fact, your hands were probably roughed up and used to it. Only idiots who had too much free time would even attempt to heal the wounds on their hands. Muichirou was, without a doubt, not of one them. Yet, he never objects when you would unscrew the cap of a small bottle of ointment and gesture for him to hold out his hands after a long day of training.

  Maybe it came as a surprise to you the first time he obliged without any hesitation, but really, deep in both of your hearts, you both knew that this was just the calm before the storm – every act of affection that could be shown is a luxury. He never expresses his longing and love outright, though he has been more open ever since he came back from the blacksmiths, but neither did you. Perhaps it was because saying those three little words aloud would be your breaking points, the one thing that could prevent the both of you from joining the war. It’s really unfair but at least you are the given the chance to have these little peaceful moments where the only thing that mattered was him and you.

  With one hand gently holding one of his, you dig lightly into the oil with your other. Gently running your finger across the rough surface of his calloused hands, you hum a little. You trace the lines on his palm and draw little circles on it, noting for the nth time how he’s not ticklish at all.

  Muichirou watched you intently, his focus on you and only you. He watched as you determinedly but gently apply the ointment onto his hands, the way your brows furrowed ever so slightly, as if the rough edges of his palm frustrated you. He thinks that it does. He can guess why but doesn’t allow himself to think too deeply into it. After all, you too had the same rough edges and blisters on your palms but you didn’t seem to care about that. He notes with mild irritation at himself for not offering to care for your hands too. It’s unfortunate, but he realises that he’s too embarrassed to do the same. One day, he promises to himself as he continues watching you.

  His left palm glistens a little from the oil but it’s a while before you switch to his other hand. Repeating the same procedure, you slowly apply the oil onto his right palm. Despite knowing how he was un-ticklish and numbed to small pains such as these, you still took great care in rubbing the ointment into his palm. You enjoyed this feeling. This feeling you get when you are able to care for him. It’s a warm and fulfilling one. When you are done, you slowly let go of his hand, seemingly reluctant to do so. To your surprise, Muichirou grabs and entwines your fingers together. A new kind of silence falls over you two.

  The both of you stay in the state for a while. The oily sensation from the ointment on his hands wasn’t pleasant but neither of you minded. Holding his hand, you could feel how calloused his hands were and briefly wondered, if maybe, somehow, in another world, he would have the smoothest and prettiest hands you had ever seen. Hands that proved that he had never had to suffer through the ordeals he did in this one. In that moment, you wondered how much you would like to see him with smooth hands and if that was why you had even bothered to start this routine.

a/n: so it turns out i can still write, albeit terribly, when I'm avoiding work !!

[aritsukemo]

Your heart's too big for your body.. | Muichiro and Yuichiro Tokito

Warnings: Mentions of the reader throwing up in Yuichiro's part! All my emetophobic folks beware!!

A/N: I honestly don't know what this is lmao- I planned a completely different set of characters when I wrote this but as I was listening to Melanie Martinez's Crybaby album, I guess my mind just went to two characters who bring me a bunch of comfort. Like, as I listened, I felt kinda sad so my mind just imagined a bunch of scenarios with these two comforting someone.. ( Also, in case anyone's confused. Muichiro's part is set in a more modern au like the Kimetsu Academy au, Yuichiro's isn't )

"What the fuck," Is the first thing the teal-streaked medic mumbled when you stumbled into the Butterfly Manor half conscious, blood dripping from your head. and your hand poorly covering your stomach which had a horrifyingly-large gash on the center of it.

"T- Tokito.." You called, although you could barely get the words out before you tilted. Luckily, Yuichiro caught you in time before you completely hit the floor.

As your head hit his shoulder, a quick wave of panic shot through him. After all, it wasn't often that a Hashira—especially one of your caliber—to come in this wounded, or wounded at all for that matter.

As he helped you to your feet, Yuichiro threw your arm over his shoulder, ignoring your blood that had quickly begun to stain his clothes, and called for some assistance before guiding you to the nearest patient room and sitting you down on the bed where you immediately flopped over.

"Shit," He cursed out, finally noticing how bad of a state you had gotten yourself in. You showed obvious signs of having a concussion—a severe one at that. But he had little time to focus on that before you began choking.

With quick movements, Yuichiro helped you sit up only for you to immediately fall forward and cough up your stomach, staining the bottom half of his clothes with your blood and what was most likely your breakfast, shit.

It was only then that the Kakushi had rushed in, staring at the sight in surprised horror only to finally rush to your side after Yuichiro shouts at them to unbutton your uniform vest and press down on your stomach wound while he prepared the bandages...

When you finally awoke, you were experiencing one of the worst headaches of your life. The Kakushi had long been sent off, but Yuichiro was still there. Towering over you, scrutinizing you.

"How are you feeling?" Was the first thing he said. It came out in a rushed, whispered tone of voice instead of his usual vexed one.

"My head hurts.." You mumbled in which he hums and mumbles something involving Shinobu and medication under his breath. Although, it was hard to really concentrate on his mumbling when your head felt like it was being split open and the strong taste of metal was lingering on your tongue..

"So what happened while you were out?" Surely you had run into one of the Twelve. Logically speaking, there would be no other way for you to obtain such injuries. Unless you somehow tripped into a bear's mouth or something on your way home. Although he hopes that isn't the case. You were an idiot, but hopefully not that stupidly clumsy.

Your eyes drifted to your hands subconsciously, an expression of which the medic could only think was embarrassment slowly forming on your face.

"It was my fault," You began, and Yuichiro was already furrowing his brows, "I underestimated my opponent and nearly got another slayer killed as a result.."

"There was another demon slayer there?" His voice suddenly grew low as hed muttered his next words with poorly masked dread, "..What happened to them?"

"They..ran away," Wait..what?

"They did..what?" The sudden sharpness of his tone has you wanting to shrink away from him, "Say it again. I want to hear it. Now."

"There.. There were multiple slayers.. One of them attempted to help out, but in the end..when I was pushed back.." You pause, looking for the right words to your next sentence that wouldn't shove the truth of what happened in your face. The disheartening truth that makes your chest tighten and your heart sting. The truth that your comrades had left you to die, "I awoken and my comrades..had all..retreated to safety."

"So, they left you to die," You wince. The way he always worded things always sounded so painful to hear. It squeezed at your heart in a way that made your eyes sting and your throat tighten, but you try to brush it off as best you can.

"No, they just—"

"Decided to save their own worthless asses as soon as the fight didn't go their way and left you to clean up the mess?" As his anger grew, so did his voice, "No way you slice this will make the truth any less apparent that they left you for dead!"

"How many times have I told you about this? You need to understand that most people only care about keeping themselves happy and alive and don't care who dies at the expense of that! Not you, or me, or anyone else!" He's right. Both of you are aware of that and as a result, silence replaces any words that would've been spoken after that—well, that and the tears that are beginning to form in your eyes because of the intense stinging..

You raise you hand, your eye instinctively closing as you wipe at your eye, your tears smear as a result, but you could care less. As long as it got rid of them.

At some point, the silence was broken with the sharp sigh that slipped from Yuichiro's soft lips. He shuffles closer before leaning down where the coldness of his thumbs comes in contact with the warm skin just under your eye. They capture the tears that manage to escape and gently flicks them away.

"You shouldn't waste your tears. Not on them, and certainly not on me.." He tells you, but it only makes you want to cry harder—which you ended up doing.

"I'm.. I'm sorry..*hic*.. I.. I.." You couldn't even get your words out from how much you were choking. This was so embarrassing and you wished you could just crawl in the hole and never come out of it..

But you can't. So you'll just have to make do with Yuichiro caging his arms around you as you sobbed instead.

"Thank you for coming," You told him, intending for it to sound more like an happy and excited little kid than a heartbroken and dissapointed adult. He looks around, streamers and banners decorate the walls, rounded tables and chairs were dressed down in various colored flowers and other assortments—all of which were mixed and matched in your favorite colors—and a beautiful multi-tiered cake sitting in the middle of a long rectangular table in the back of the room—the cake's decor trailing down the layers and onto the table where it then hangs off the wood, like hanging wisteria trees..

Not a soul in sight.

It was confusing to him. He vividly remembers the long nights with you, both of you up at ungodly hours, dressed down in your pajamas. He remembers being on the phone with you, staring intently at the slumped beds that had begun to slowly form under your bottom lashes and the faded look of drowsiness on your drooping face. He remembers your hands, tiny cuts of all shapes and sizes dented in your skin from the many slip ups and paper attacks that happened that night and previous night. He remembers the afternoons slowly turning to evenings and then nights and he remembers you working nonstop on your invitation cards. Each were just a tad bit different, some of the handmade decorations being different sizes and beautified certain ways to mask the small but noticeable mistakes you made on some of them. He remembers how proud you looked everytime you finished a card, showing him while flashing the widest grin he's ever seen from you. He remembers how pretty each card looked..

Why didn't anyone show up?

"I suppose everyone was busy today," You said, but he couldn't tell if you were trying to answer the silent question in the air or trying to tell yourself that to make yourself feel better, "I knew I should've waited til' the weekend.."

"Why.. Where is.." He didn't know what to say. You were pretty well known throughout school, everyone loved you or so it seemed. Why is he the only one here?

"Y'know, when I first started passing out the cards, most people told me that they probably couldn't make it. It made me a little sad, but then I was asked if I could help them out.." You told him. He hated the look in your eyes as you said it, "Heh..I ran all over the place running errands for all those people..they said that because of me they'll have enough time to at least stop by and drop off their gifts.." You began to walk, your shoes dragging against the wooden flooring of your living room, Muichiro cringed at the screaking sound it made.

"I did all of that..and no one showed. I waited all day.." Your voice was so shaky and fragile, like a mirror slowly cracking. It felt like the shards of glass were slowly falling off and shoved down his throat.

Then your voice suddenly raised, "But it's okay!" You said, "It's okay," You repeated, "That just means there's more cake for the two of us to enjoy!" You stop right infront of the large cake, your head rolling to look back at him. His own mirror began to slowly crack as his teal eyes met your teary ones and you flashed him a smile, one thinned out instead of the usual full, bright one you always blessed him with.

It was heartbreaking. It made him want to cry. And he did. He didn't realize it, but the tears had begun to slide down his cheeks one after another..

"I'm..so sorry," He said as if he wasn't the only one standing here before you, "..I'm so sorry, Y/n.."

"Why are you apologizing? It's okay, Mui. Don't feel bad. I'm okay.." You croaked, watching with your bottom lip shaking as he neared you. Biting down on the skin when he enveloped you and his sobs filled your ears.

"It's okay. I'm okay. I'm..I.." With a loud hiccup to signal that the dam has broke, you fell apart completely. Body trembling as you leaned into his shoulder, mumbling words of reassurances over and over like a damaged record.

"I'm..fine.. I'm okay.. No need to cry.." You said, but your words comforted neither him or you—if anything, it only made your tears come out in quicker, thicker clumps, completely ruining the little makeup look you had spent an embarrassing amount of time doing.

At some point, you two hit the floor. Neither of you noticed it, but you were curled up in each others arms on the cold, lonely floor. Tears wetting each others' sleeves. It was a mortifying sight. If anyone walked in, there's a chance you'd both be made fun of for being such crybabies over a simple birthday party gone wrong.

But you never left his embarace and he never left yours. You both sat there, tangled in that messy embrace and sobbing, heavy feelings weighing in both of your hearts.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

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Omg omg omg! Three sentences game! Can you do some Lee!Muichiro and Ler!Tanjiro please? For the spot, neck! Like maybe Muichiro's long hair reminds him of Nezuko, and he offers to braid it or comb it out, only to keep brushing up against Muichiro's neck accidentally or on purpose cause Muichiro's a cutie

I hope you have fun! And hope the writer's block passes soon. Have a good day!

You seem so excited omg asjdjsf I love these cuties bonding dsjfjdf so of course I can write this for you! I hope you enjoy this! It got longer than expected ooooopppsss

“You know… I was thinking that your hair reminds me a little bit of Nezuko’s,” he said, gently grabbing one of Nezuko’s braids and showing the two different colors of her hair. “So I was just wondering if your hair would look as pretty when braided, Tokito-kun” he chuckled sheepishly. 

Muichiro looked at Nezuko’s braids and he noticed only then her hair also was two different colors. He looked at Tanjiro and even though he didn’t ask him if he could braid his hair, he could see the question in his bright, big eyes. Muichiro sighed and he turned around, his back facing Tanjiro’s. “That’s stupid, my hair would not look as pretty as Nezuko’s,” he said and he heard Tanjiro gasping softly before he was behind him, his gentle fingers weaving through his hair, trying to remove any knots.

Tanjiro’s touch really was gentle, Muichiro couldn’t help but relax, feeling the gentle pulls of his hair and hearing Tanjiro mumbling as he braided his hair. He even felt like falling asleep, but he just couldn’t because every time Tanjiro’s fingertips brushed against the back of his neck, he would jump slightly, a smile pulling at his lips. Over and over and over Tanjiro’s fingers would brush against his neck and Muichiro could barely stop himself from giggling, until he couldn’t. 

“Tahahahanjiro!” He laughed, scrunching his shoulders and tilting his head back when Tanjiro started to actually tickle his neck. “Ah, so you really are ticklish, huh? I was wondering why you were moving so much, Tokito-kun. You have a cute laugh, don’t you think so, Nezuko?” The girl hummed in agreement and much to Muichiro’s surprise, he felt her nails gently scratching at his exposed neck, making him laugh even more as he tried to escape from both siblings. 

“My brahahahaid!” Muichiro said between giggles, falling on his back as both Tanjiro and Nezuko tickled his neck away. “Ah, don’t worry, Tokito-kun, I have finished quite some time back!” Muichiro gasped, but he could barely do that as he kept laughing and laughing. “I wihihill gehehet you bahahack!”

Well, at least he really looked cute with his hair braided!