#muichiro is short

[genyas-gun]

Genya: *casually taking four stairs at a time*

Muichiro, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

[lonefloric]

muichiro who's hobby is paper planes

...who takes his time to teach you how to make paper planes while having a small smile

...who also accepts your challenges of plane throwing

...who occasionally let's you win to see you smile but also makes you lose to see you pout

....who also spends time with you by folding different papers

...who likes gifting you all his different new paper foldings

...who also likes cloud gazing and spends most of his time doing it when not busy

...who invites you to cloud gaze with him

[drluvsick]

𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 — 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨

i saw this bell while on vacation and wrote this on my way back! super short lol

word count : a few seconds read i swear this is so short 😭

“muichiro!” you smiled, holding up a bell. “look!” 

muichiro set down whatever he grabbed before and read the words on the bell. “ring for a kiss?”

you shook the bell, unable to hold back a small laugh. so silly and yet so effective. 

you swear that his face turned a few shades pinker before pecking you on the lips. you could feel your own face heat up in the process. 

“…cute,” he murmured after separating, “we should buy it.” 

“fine by me,” you grinned. 

nowadays, it’s quite amusing how he answers to the bell like a dog answering to its owner’s whistle. now that’s actually something worth spending your money for! 

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

[crimsonface]

Look at this goofy ahhh family

More dad kokushibo / tokito traitor au (plus genya)

[valartsstuff]

A mini mini continuation for the fic where Sanemi mistook Muichiro for calling for him

[nanarrrily]

"I promise."

Muichirox!femreader

Contains: fluff, sfw, oneshot, short?

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Muichiro stood by the wisteria vines, their delicate petals swaying in the evening breeze. His mind, however, was anything but quiet, his thoughts running faster by the second.

He had been dating Y/N for a while now—though sometimes he wondered if he was truly worthy of her. She was kind, strong, and patient, always there to listen to his ramblings about his techniques and quite random things. And yet, there were moments when he forgot the simplest things.

Like the fact that they were dating.

“Y/N,” he called out, spotting her near the training grounds. She turned, her eyes brightening when she saw him. Her hair was tied back, and her cheeks were flushed from practice.

“Muichiro?” she said, hurrying over to him. “What’s on your mind?”

He scratched his head, trying to find the right words. “I… um, wanted to ask you something...”

Her smile widened. “Go ahead.”

He took a deep breath. “Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

Her laughter echoes his mind. “Muichiro, we’re already dating.”

His eyes widened. “We...are?”

“Yes,” she said, stepping closer. “You asked me out a few weeks ago.”

“Oh.” He blinked. “I did?”

She nodded, her fingers brushing against his. “You’re adorable, you know that? Always lost in your thoughts.”

Muichiro’s cheeks heated up. “I’m sorry. I forget things sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I like you just the way you are.”

And then, without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him. Muichiro’s heart fluttered, and for a moment, he forgot everything—the battles, the demons, even his own name. All that mattered was Y/N and the warmth of her lips against his.

As they pulled away, he whispered, “I won’t forget this.”

She laughed softly. “Promise?”

“Promise...” he replied, intertwining their fingers.

[sky-fishhhh]

Sneakpeak genmui

I gotta fix some things but i like the way it’s starting to look

[hyvyinjie]

CHANCE.

TW! implications of death.

bittersweet! melancholic

t. muichiro x f. reader

graciously requested by @muuumuiiii ! thank you so much for requesting, you sweet lovely lad<3

who would have anticipated it? the mist hashira, of all individuals, displaying a concern that surpassed anyone else's for you—the spirit pillar; a warrior whose technique came at the steep cost of a gradual erosion of your life.

THE MOON; THE BRIGHTEST PEARL SUSPENDED IN OUR VELVET SKY THAT FLOODED THE INKY DARKNESS WITH ITS SILVER GLOW.

a radiant disc it was. casting its ethereal glow upon the shadows of the night, while also heralding the relentless onslaught of a few infamous entities—demons.

a symbol of hope, this pale sentinel embodied a goddess-like presence, standing as a timeless guardian, observing the earth with an unwavering gaze as warriors valiantly battled the monstrous creatures scattered throughout.

above, the luminous orb commanded the vast expanse of stars, illuminating them all. yet, even in this peaceful night, two particular slayers found themselves immersed in the serenity, although one seemed burdened by a more pressing concern, far beyond the tranquility itself.

in a world where such creatures roamed, the perfect harmony would remain elusive.

thus, what purpose did survival serve if death constantly loomed, a persistent visitor at one's very doorstep?

well, the purpose of life is to be happy. or at least, that's what this young man believed.

said boy possessed an acute understanding of this belief, as if it had become ingrained in the very fabric of his being—an awareness that, perhaps, bordered on the excessive.

the sheer ecstasy of savoring every moment of existence, embracing its essence in its entirety, was undeniably a remarkable achievement—a feat that deserved to be celebrated with fervor.

thus, he found himself utterly incapable of comprehending—indeed, he never had—how she could nonchalantly dismiss the imminent cessation of her own existence, as if it were a trifling matter. the weight of her disregard for her own life gnawed at him, like a persistent ache that defied understanding.

..then again, had he been any different?

"—and…now you’re spacing out, again.”

ah, the sound of that melodious voice; both longed for and dreaded, resonated within him and snapped him out of his reverie. even though he had incessantly poured out his thoughts to her since he awakened from his coma, with her faithfully by his side, deep in slumber—despite her own exhaustion—she had remained.

as your words echoed in his ears, he shifted his gaze to meet your own—and oh, those eyes.

he would give anything to forever witness his own reflection in the depths of your eyes.

in a mesmerizing dance, your gazes intertwined; an exquisite tapestry woven with delicate threads of connection.

he couldn't help but be entranced by the sheer magnificence of your irises—their majesty akin to rare crystalline treasures, gleaming beneath the majestic canopy of the nocturnal sky.

as a gentle zephyr whispered sweet nothings, its delicate touch caressed their beings, a tender embrace from the invisible hands of nature. he watched, his eyelids descending to a half-closed state, surrendering to the enchanting symphony of the night.

the breeze, like a playful sprite, felt as if it alone, could carry away his worries and sorrows, dispersing them into the velvety darkness.

yet, amidst this reposeful tranquility, a question lingered in the depths of his soul, an enigma that remained elusive and enigmatic.

it was one of the few riddles that continued to elude his grasp, an enigmatic puzzle that defied comprehension, regardless of whether he had regained his former self or not.

why, he pondered ever so deeply, did your well-being hold such profound significance to him?

why did his heart ache with an inexplicable yearning to protect you, to ensure the radiance within you remained untouched by the shadows of the world? it was as if his very purpose revolved around safeguarding your light, shielding it from the encroaching darkness threatening to dim its brilliance.

no, he never intended to diminish your worth in any way.

on the contrary—he understood, with a profound certainty, that you’re fully capable of caring for yourself alone.

yet, despite his awareness, a veil of mystery draped over his consciousness—that of a delicate wisp of mist teasing the boundaries of his understanding. it remained tantalizingly close, yet perpetually out of his reach, an enigma that eluded his grasp.

similarly elusive was the faint, almost imperceptible yet weighty pang in his heart each time his gaze flickered to your bandages that dressed your wounds.

he struggled to fathom its origins, to decipher the emotions that coursed through him with every glance. was it concern, fear, or something different altogether?

of course, he chastised himself for overreacting. after all, you were healing, weren't you?

...right?

at least, that was the relentless mantra he repeated to himself, like a haunting melody, a lullaby of self-deception.

perhaps it was a lie he constructed, a defense mechanism to shield himself from the harsh reality. deep down, he knew all too well that you were pushing yourself to the brink, sacrificing fragments of your own well-being to save countless others from the clutches of death.

how he yearned to tell you—to implore you—to cease using the very essence that slowly, yet inexorably, eroded your own vitality. the desire to shield you from the self-inflicted harm, consumed him.

yet, who was he to stand in your way?

who was he to dictate how you should pursue your purpose—your solemn vow? who had the right to demand that you discard the only technique you knew, as if acquiring a new skill were a trivial matter?

perhaps, for you, it had maybe once been a tangible option—a plausible alternative.

however, it clashed with the very reason why you chose to persist in wielding the power of spirit breathing, despite its unfortunate and devastating toll on your own being.

it was a conundrum that weighed heavily upon his soul, yet another conflict that tugged at the frayed edges of his limited understanding.

then, abruptly—his consciousness snapped back to reality, like a fragile dream shattered by the gentle sweep of a waving hand.

in that instant, the symphony of your voice, a sweet and melodious tune, graced his senses once more, stirring his spirit from its slumber.

"hello? earth to tokito?"

your words danced in the air, adorned with a delicate blend of amusement and genuine concern—whilst he, silently observed your actions. his gaze lingering for a fleeting moment, as if capturing the essence of your graceful movements.

soon enough, his eyes blinked, like a dormant star awakening to illuminate the night sky, as he finally stirred from his reverie.

with a subtle tilt of his head, he emitted a soft hum—a melodic expression that intertwined intrigue and acknowledgment in response to your beckoning. the notes of his hum danced through the air, a secretive melody that conveyed both his curiosity and the recognition of your presence.

meanwhile, you watched him with an internal sigh of relief.

the young man, whom you had believed to be forever lost in the bewitching realm of his perpetual daydreams, had returned to the realm of the present. the transformation within him, from introspective to effervescent, had you spellbound, never failing to leave you even in but a speck of awe, of these rare moments of clarity that graced his being.

"seems like someone's finally awake."

a faint smile blossoming upon your lips, akin to the first delicate bloom of a spring flower. lowering your hand with graceful grace,

you adjusted yourself to a more comfortable position beside him on the edge of the engawa outside the butterfly manor—a perch where you and him had been leisurely spending time together, without a care in the world, rambling on about. relishing in the comfort in one another’s presence—like a normal pair of souls basking in the way of life.

"you’ve been staring at me for quite a while.”

pausing for a breath, you tilted your head—the radiance of your irises blooming with an enchanting glow, as if the secrets of the universe were hidden within their depths.

"what's wrong?"

in the midst of an enchanting moment, a subtle hint of wounded innocence played across your seductive countenance, evoking a mysterious allure.

"do i look that bad?"

your voice, though as mellow and gentle as always, carried an underlying touch of vulnerability.

in an instant, he reacted, tilting his head with a subtle mixture of surprise and denial.

"what? no."

aa he blinked, his words slipped out absent-mindedly, like a whisper from a dreamer's lips.

"far from it, actually."

he confessed, his sincerity palpable.

with a gaze that held a painter's eye for detail, he saw your flaws not as imperfections, but as intricate brush strokes that added depth to the masterpiece of your being. inexplicably, he adored you, to the point where it practically pained him.

and who could blame him? for you were way more than a mere beauty that could be captured in words. you were a tapestry of emotions, a symphony of sensations that defied description.

to him, you are everything.

your brows raised slightly, captivated by his ever-unpredictable nature. truly, like the wind, he embraced the freedom to wander in any direction he pleased.

reminiscent of an owl, you blinked a plenty amount of times, momentarily stunned by the sheer audacity of his flattery. it seeped into the recesses of your heart, stirring a delicate blend of bashfulness and gratitude.

"then..."

unintentionally mimicking his gestures, as if dancing in synchrony with his spirit, you then asked, avidly yearning to explore the depths of his thoughts.

"mind sharing what's got you so..distant?"

although it was not deemed uncommon for him, of all individuals, to maintain a silent disposition, you possessed a deeper understanding—having witnessed something greater, something more.

despite the mere span of a few days, you stood as a crucial observer to the sudden shift in his demeanor. having been privy to a bewildering yet endearingly interactive side of the boy since his awakening, it became slightly disconcerting to witness him potentially regress into his characteristic, distant, and dazed state.

the memory of those extraordinary moments lingered, and it was disheartening to question whether they were mere illusions or if they held the promise of something genuine.

as of now, the male in question pressed his lips together, creating a slender line as his gaze wandered away from yours, as though searching for a brief respite from reality.

seeing this, you reassured him. carefully observing these subtle occurrences with your keen irises.

"you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

responding with a weary shake of his head and a sigh escaping his lips, his gaze flickered back to you, and as his eyes connected with yours once more, a subtle softness overcame them.

truly breathtaking were his eyes. they possessed a hue reminiscent of emerald, yet they gleamed like the replesdent glow of the moon above.

however, what truly captured your attention was the way his brows furrowed just as the corner of his lips downturned, for internally—a cascade of emotions crashed upon him all at once. moreover, a despairing layer seemed to coat his eyes, a poignant sorrow that caught you off guard.

"i don't like it."

he stated firmly, his words hanging in the air, leaving you perplexed.

your head tilted slightly further, eyes widening as you regarded him with curiosity and intrigue.

in response, he raised a hand to the area where his heart resided, his gaze lowering and narrowing towards the ground beneath you both.

"this feeling..."

his voice carried a weight of uncertainty, gaze delicately shifted back to meet yours—and in that moment, you could have sworn you saw his frown deepen as the hint of sorrow on his features became even more pronounced.

"and knowing you could..."

he trailed off, unable to bring himself to complete his sentence. yet, the unfinished words were enough for you to grasp the essence of his meaning.

your brows upturned, sensing the profound depth of emotions he struggled to express fully through words. you had a hunch that it might be something like this, but witnessing his reaction with such intensity was, without a doubt, enough to evoke a painful ache in anyone's heart.

the desire to comfort him welled up within you, an overwhelming longing to ease his burdens. yet, you couldn't help but question how you could possibly offer reassurance.

would it be by telling a blatant lie about something that was inevitable?

now, that would be nothing short of cruelty, no?

to suggest that you would overcome it would only exacerbate the pain. moreover, you were uncertain how to approach the situation without inadvertently triggering a devastating chain of events in the unavoidable future.

truth be told, if he were anyone else, you might have dismissed the matter with a casual remark, wouldn't you?

but with him, it was different.

you couldn't bring yourself to say so.

unable to find the right words in that moment, your gaze somberly shifted away from his, fixating on a distant point ahead. yet, in a sudden and unexpected instant, you were taken aback as you felt the weight of something new but vaguely familiar resting upon your shoulder—soft strands of supple hair gently brushing against you. along with it came a delicate warmth, enveloping you in an oddly soothing sensation.

"you don't have to say anything."

he quietly uttered, his honeyed voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and reassurance. he simply needed to release his thoughts into the open, to let them be heard, even if it was just a single sentence.

there had been no intention to pressurize or burden you, but rather a desire to be the one offering reassurance while subtly seeking comfort himself.

in a silent plea to convince himself that he wasn't caught in a dream, he gingerly leaned his head against your shoulder, and though was making sure not to add any more damage to your wounds, he did so without a hint of regret.

your heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed by the depth of his actions. turning your attention back to him, you found solace in this unspoken gesture of support. that tender gesture conveyed a profound understanding, a connection that surpassed the boundaries of words. it was a silent reassurance; of ones comforting presence for the other, especially in the face of uncertainty.

a sentimental smile graced your features as you felt immense gratitude for his selfless deeds. even in this moment, he made sure you were as comfortable as possible, going above and beyond to provide solace. the warmth of his actions filled you with a deep sense of appreciation and reinforced the unmatched bond between you.

"..thank you,"

you whispered in a hushed breath, your voice carrying the weight of profound appreciation.

though the words seemed simple, they held within them an entire universe of gratitude—a universe that bloomed with vivid colors, dreamlike aspirations, and meaningful connections.

with a delicate grace, you lifted your hand and allowed your fingertips to dance upon the canvas of his raven tresses. each strand, like a silken thread, wove a tapestry of sensations beneath your touch.

the texture was soft and supple, akin to the gentle caress of a summer breeze. as your fingers glided through the ebony strands, you embarked on a journey of intricate care, smoothing out the knots that dared to disrupt the harmony.

in this intimate act, time seemed to suspend, creating a space where the world faded away, leaving only the two of you in a transcendent moment. your touch, as mindful as the brushstrokes of an artist, traced a path of tenderness and care. each movement held intention, a pledge to protect and cherish him, ensuring no harm would befall his vulnerable spirit.

It was a silent symphony, where the language of trust and gratitude flowed effortlessly through the whispers of your fingertips.

as you continued this tender ministration, a vibrant tapestry of emotions unfurled within the depths of your heart. gratitude, like a delicate fragrance, mingled with a sense of wonder, weaving a spellbinding combination.

the tenderness you shared painted a tableau, akin to a cherished memory, where hues of warmth, understanding, and appreciation blended harmoniously.

pleased by your touch, a contented hum escaped your companion's lips, his eyes finding solace in the comfortable embrace of closed lids.

a smile, brimming with emotions, blossomed upon his visage, a testament to the profound impact of your presence.

his heart fluttered with a bittersweet ache, caught between the beauty of the present and the uncertainty of the future.

yet, even in the face of daunting odds, a glimmer of hope persisted within him. it discreetly clung to his being, refusing to be extinguished.

it was undeniably a childlike hope, both fragile and resilient; to yearn for the possibility of a miraculous turn of events.

still, muichiro wanted to embrace that chance, to patiently wait for the magic of a future with you.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Yandere Muichiro, Tanjiro and Giyuu forcing his beloved to eat, and she spits the food out or turns her head to the side refusing. Because she is angry after the kidnapping?

Ooooh! Okay! This can be very simple to write about! It’s been so long since I’ve done a proper request so let’s go, here it comes!

Yandere Muichiro

“Darling… I am done with this foolish game, eat now”

Muichiro’s patience is running thin very fast as his fingertips press firmer on the pair of chopsticks he is holding out, the contents inbetween the eating utensils being a fresh hot salmon dumpling. It’s been fifteen minutes straight of this going on and on…

You, his beloved little angel, just refusing to eat the lunch he had spent almost two whole hours making, all for you and you’re rejecting him? What is he doing wrong? Why aren’t you happy? You’re with him now, you’re in the safety of his home and it’s so cozy, warm and perfect in this bedroom. What is there to dislike about this situation? Muichiro doesn’t get it

To you, you couldn’t despise Muichiro anymore than you already do. He took away your freedom, disorientated your senses, dragged you to this awful mansion and has tied you up to a futon by a pair of steely Nichirin metal chains, you cannot break free and he is forcing you to stay put all so obediently until he comes back. Everytime Muichiro walks into the room, you want to throw up

Muichiro, with furious sharp mint green eyes and a open scowl at your refusal as you stay silent and tilt your head away from him, uses his free hand to roughly grip your chin and pull your face back into his forward-facing direction to pry open your mouth by your cheeks with no-longer gentle calloused fingers to shove the dumpling into your mouth, forcing you to close your mouth with his strong, stern hold as it looks like he is ready to snap your neck if you disobey him…

How could such a sweet, timid little cutie like Muichiro, the young adult you had fallen for. End up being such a sick psychopath like this? And what did you do to deserve this type of treatment? Kidnapped, socially-isolated, heartbroken and now being forced to eat food you are thousand percent certain may just be laced with some type of drug…

Yandere Tanjiro

Tanjiro sighs gently, on the verge of just losing himself but he will not give up at all, never, he cannot just risk being all flimsy whilst his beloved is incapable of caring for herself. His determination is made of titanium and his will is stronger than steel. The Kamado smiles warmly and sweetly, his pretty plum red eyes almost glowing as he, once again, picks out a chopstick-full of nice healthy seafood rice and places it in his mouth. Like with a picky stubborn child, he is demonstrating that the dinner he has brought for you on this fine cool night, is not dangerous and not laced with anything

The food, its quality and its safety is not the problem to you at all, the real problem is what Tanjiro has done to you… your ex-crush, the man you really liked. Ended up being a complete and utter dangerous monster to you, drugged you up with a simple cup of tea, dragged you back to his Estate and is now keeping your disappearance a secret, so nobody can try look for you as he has made sure everybody thinks you had passed away from a mission

Continuously spitting out the rice chopstick-fulls that Tanjiro gently but firmly shoves into your mouth, his tolerance over the ‘disrespect’ grows more and more unable to keep up. You just keep refusing him at every turn and he finds it so heartbreaking, he has done so much for you… so much. His love for you is so strong that he can’t stop thinking about you and it’s driving him mad, just as much as you refusing to eat the dinner is

Tanjiro can only hope the demonstrations he keeps doing for you will break through your stubborn barrier, he is only doing this for your health and your safety. Just eat the food already, you need some type of sustenances, you can’t starve yourself. That’ll make Tanjiro just lose his marbles to a uncontrollable state if he cannot make you digest anything beneficial and life-saving, especially when you clearly need it. Now, that you’re restrained to his futon and not going anywhere anytime soon

He is very ready to just begin begging as you close your mouth with a open hateful scowl directed at him, it makes his heart shatter further at how much you openly despise him, how angry and agitated you are. You’ve been this way for hours, for days and it’s getting tiresome. You just need to accept your new life, that’s Tanjiro’s thought process. He doesn’t like seeing you so upset and so irritate but he cannot risk you going out, where demons and men run around… it’s too dangerous

“Please, sweetheart… how about just half? Can you just have half?”

Yandere Giyuu

Giyuu is growing frustrated. So frustrated as he gazes the shattered ceramic bowl and the discarded of piping hot udon, the savoury liquid pooling over the large broken pieces of the cutlery. How disappointing and cruel… Giyuu is trying his best to make you eat, his precious sweetheart, the one woman he needs more than anything ever. He has gone far beyond any other person would to make sure you will stay with him, he can’t stand the fact you’re not cooperating him

Giyuu’s cold dark sapphire blue eyes slide from the destroyed remnants of the dinner he cooked for you to you directly, tied up with firm tight ropes up against his futon and trying to wiggle out of the grasp of the irritating binds. Giyuu won’t let you leave at all so there is truly no point for you to try, you’re never walking out of the door without him linked to your side, you’re never talking to anybody without his permission. He won’t take any chances and he cannot lose you, like he has lost everybody else in his life

“My love… was there something off about the udon?”

You didn’t even answer Giyuu, not at all giving him a single side-glance at your pure unadulterated fury bubbling over uncontrollably that you just desire to lash out at your kidnapper. The sweet, shy, small-voiced man you had enjoyed speaking to in your time of independent freedom. The one who went from gentle but interested to a full-blown threat as he took you away from humanity, he took away your ability to walk around and now suspects you to love him back?!

Giyuu, on his end, is just trying his best to prove to you how much you mean to him, that he has gone to such a extreme drastic, the most extreme drastic possible, to show you his undivided passionate love. That he is devoting so much of his time to you and taking care of you, the most perfect little housewife. You don’t need to do anything anymore. Don’t you want a man to take care of you and ensure no demons ever touch you? That sounds great to Giyuu as a whole

Maybe not today, but Giyuu will make you love him as much as he loves you, he will make you willingly accept every longtime cooking gift he presents you, he will have you all his to the point you don’t even want to go out anymore. He must, he needs you and he knows he can’t live without you nor with himself if you’re still running around the dead of night where demons prowl, you’re safe here and that’s the greatest thing a Hashira like him can do for his lover

[mimi-samekun]

mui as a girl(๑- ༥ -๑ )

i'll try to draw all the hashiras in genderbend version

[kisasan]

[darlingcloudie-9]

GOOD AFTERNOON/MORNING/NIGHT PEOPLE. As you can see i’ve been working. working hard so i can please you /ref

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Can you do a mui and Giyuu bonding fic?🙏 [NO SHIP🗣🗣‼️]

maybe you could choose fluff I think ☝️

Yes of course >:D I love them so much god

i'm sorry i took so long :'> i got stuck half way thru and scrapped it then rewrote it HELP...

Animal introductory | {No ship!!!}

Theme: silliness

gosh i took so long even tho this is short :'>

×××

The meeting had ended and Giyuu was on his way home when he ran into Muichiro who was standing idly in the middle of the road.

Giyuu tried walking around him but Muichiro seemed to be deliberately walking in front of him so he couldn't.

"Can you... move?" Giyuu asked tersely, annoyed. He wanted to go home.

Muichiro turned to him, as if just noticing that he was there. "There's a cloud."

Giyuu glanced up at the sky, seeing no clouds. "Okay. Can you move?"

"The cloud... the cloud looks like... your eyelash," Muichiro remarked, raising a hand to point to the sky.

Caught off guard, Giyuu followed Muichiro's finger. He found the slightest sliver of a cloud drifting mindlessly about. 

"Oh."

Muichiro nodded matter-of-factly. "It's an ugly cloud."

Giyuu frowned, trying to figure out of this was an insult. 

Muichiro looked around, crouched down, and seemed to acquire a hedgehog from who knows where. "This is... Yen-sama. He rules the underworld."

"He... huh?" Giyuu blinked, confused. This kid was actually a Hashira???

"He rules the underworld," Muichiro repeated, petting the hedgehog with vague affection. "He likes eating melted carrots."

Since when could carrots be melted? Giyuu nodded, pretending he understood. "Okay. Can you move from my path?"

Muichiro shook his head. "This isn't your path." He pointed to a sign. "It's his."

"That's... that's a sign," Giyuu said quietly.

"Yes. There's a name. The path is the person's."

"...okay," Giyuu mumbled. "Bye."

He tried side-stepping Muichiro but was, once again, blocked immediately. 

'Yen-sama' had been placed back on the ground and had scurried away. But Muichiro was now beholding a beetle, shoving it up in Giyuu's face to show him. 

"This is Obi-chan," Muichiro told him, a distant smile curving his lips. "He likes trees."

"...why are you naming them all by objects?" Giyuu questioned. 

"Huh?"

"You called the hedgehog 'yen' and the beetle 'obi,'" he explained.

Muichiro frowned. "No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

"...nuh uh!"

Giyuu frowned, too. "You did!"

"I didn't!"

They bickered back and forth until Giyuu realized this was completely useless and gave up.

"Fine. But I have to go now, so can you move?" he pleaded.

Muichiro shook his head. "You have to meet Onigiri-san and Leaf-kun."

Giyuu sighed. "Alright..."

Muichiro put the beetle down and picked up an ant, watching it walk back and forth on his finger. "This is Onigiri-san. He carries rice." The ant did, indeed, have a single grain of rice suspended over it. 

"Okay."

Muichiro put the ant down and turned, searching the ground. He picked up a rat and made Giyuu hold it. "This is Leaf-kun! He chomps leaves."

"Chomps...?" Giyuu asked, holding the rat as far as he could from his body.

Muichiro nodded enthusiastically. He picked up the rat and let it back onto the ground.

"Can I go now?" Giyuu said.

"Follow me," Muichiro told him, promptly setting off in the direction Giyuu had been trying to go for the past twenty minutes.

Giyuu followed him and they walked for some time before stopping at a shrine that seemed to be place haphazardly in the middle of a road. On it, a cat was curled over it. Muichiro crouched and petted it gently. The cat vibrated with purrs and blinked wearily up at the smaller Hashira.

"This is Edo-Meiji-Taisho-sama!" Muichiro said, his voice lowered to not scare the cat. "He's king of Hawaii."

"Hawaii...? And what is that name?..." Giyuu asked incredulously. It seemed he was just listing off the most recent Era's.

Muichiro tilted his head up to glare at him through his bangs. "Are you insulting him?" 

"...no. I was just asking," Giyuu mumbled.

"Good." Muichiro stood. "Go away now."

"What? But you were the one who-"

Muichiro huffed, crossing his arms. "You annoy me, go away."

Giyuu frowned. "Okay." He turned and backtracked, finding the path to his home and quickly taking it.

Once arriving, he trained for a bit and then paused to rest. He had gone inside to get a snack but when he walked back outside, Muichiro was standing next to the practice katana, poking it. There seemed to be a small hamster by his side, poking the katana as well.

"Tokito?..." Giyuu asked, confused to when he'd gotten there.

Muichiro glanced up. "This is... Totoro-kun," he mumbled, picking up the hamster who gave Giyuu the most judging look a hamster could give.

Giyuu blinked. "Oh."

Muichiro nodded, pocketed Totoro, and set off down the road.

Giyuu let out a breath. "Okay..."

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[tamayokny]

so far, i think muichiro's episode in the hashira training arc is my fave. this is not only because he's my fave hashira (and just like me), but they added a lot of his personal quirks in to flesh out not only muichiro, but also the demon slayer corps members and the hashira training arc overall. it was nicely done.

[crimsonface]

Kokushibo bonding with his grandsons❓️❗️❓️

Could probably count as kokushibo dad au but also a traitor au, might make a little comic on them in a different format

[valartsstuff]

How things shoulda gone