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gothicxreylover · 5 months ago

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Can you do another Yandere giant hasheras x tiny reader plus wives + genya + tanjiro + nezuko (Tiny reader who has their friends trying to look for reader since it was their fault that they made them go to the giants (flash back) they made reader go on the jumpy leaves by holding it down and made them sit there and launch them land to the giants (end) so two weeks past and they found reader helping them escape so how will they react and what will they do?)

Hello hope you enjoy this scenario my app is lagging very bad due to the amount I wrote in this

Giyu

For weeks, you tried to adapt to this life, but Giyu’s overwhelming presence left you longing for freedom. When your tiny friends found you one night, their guilt and determination to rescue you reignited your hope. Together, you devised a plan to escape while Giyu was distracted.

The Escape Attempt

The quiet of the night worked in your favor. Giyu had retreated to the forest to collect water from a nearby stream, leaving you momentarily unsupervised. Your friends helped you climb down the edge of the table where you’d been placed and led you through the giant’s enormous home.

The journey was perilous. Every creak of the floorboards and every shadow felt like it could give you away. Your heart raced as you approached the open window, freedom so close you could almost taste it.

Just as your friends helped you onto the ledge, a deep, quiet voice cut through the silence.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

You froze, dread washing over you. Turning slowly, you saw Giyu standing in the doorway, his eyes darker than the night outside. His usually calm expression was unreadable, but the tension in his shoulders and the way his hand gripped the doorway spoke volumes.

Giyu’s Reaction

Hurt and Betrayal

Giyu’s eyes shifted between you and your tiny friends, his jaw tightening. “You… were trying to leave me?” he asked, his voice soft but heavy with hurt.

For a moment, his expression seemed almost vulnerable, like your attempted escape had shattered something inside him. “Why would you do this?”

Swift Capture

Before you or your friends could move, Giyu was already beside you. His massive hand gently but firmly scooped you up, cradling you in his palm as he caught your friends in the other. Despite the gentleness of his actions, the unyielding grip made it clear that escape was no longer an option.

“You’re so small,” he murmured, his voice low and distant. “Do you have any idea how dangerous the outside world is for someone like you? You would’ve gotten hurt… or worse.”

Silent Fury

Though Giyu rarely expressed anger, there was an undeniable tension in the air. His silence was suffocating, his piercing gaze fixed on you as he sat down and placed you in his lap. Your friends, still trapped in his other hand, squirmed helplessly but didn’t dare speak.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were unhappy?” Giyu finally said, his voice quieter than ever. “I would’ve done anything to make you happy… to make you stay willingly.”

Aftermath

Heightened Possessiveness

After the escape attempt, Giyu’s possessiveness intensified. He no longer left you unsupervised, keeping you close at all times. Whether perched on his shoulder, nestled in his scarf, or resting in his hands, you were always within his reach.

“I’ll never let you out of my sight again,” he promised, his tone soft but resolute.

Your Friends’ Punishment

Giyu wasn’t cruel, but he wasn’t forgiving either. Your friends were placed in a makeshift enclosure—a small box lined with soft cloth—where he could monitor them. He made it clear they wouldn’t be allowed to leave either, reasoning that they needed to be “protected” as much as you did.

“You endangered Reader,” he told them, his voice calm but firm. “I can’t trust you to stay away, so you’ll stay here where I can keep you safe too.”

Increased Care

To ensure you never felt the need to leave again, Giyu doubled his efforts to care for you. He prepared meals small enough for you to eat, carved furniture to your size, and even began speaking more often to understand your needs.

But his affection came at a cost. The freedom you longed for was gone entirely, replaced by his quiet, suffocating love.

Shinobu

Life under Shinobu’s care was deceptively pleasant—on the surface. Her sweet voice and warm smile masked the iron grip she held over your life. She treated you like a delicate treasure, a rare specimen to be preserved and adored. Yet her constant attention and subtle threats left no doubt that you were hers.

Despite the soft-spoken affection, Shinobu’s possessiveness became unbearable. You were never alone, never free to explore, and always under her watchful gaze. So when your tiny friends appeared one night, their guilt over their part in your predicament led to a desperate plan to help you escape.

The Escape Attempt

The plan was simple but risky: wait until Shinobu stepped out of her mansion to check on her garden. Her movements were light and graceful, but the vibrations of her steps were unmistakable to you and your friends. Once the coast was clear, they helped you climb down from the shelf where you were kept and led you through the labyrinthine mansion.

As you scurried across the wooden floor, the door to the garden loomed ahead, slightly ajar. Freedom was within reach. But just as you stepped into the cool night air, a shadow fell over you.

“Well, well. What do we have here?”

Her voice was as soft and sweet as ever, but there was a chilling undertone that made your blood run cold. Slowly, you turned to see Shinobu standing in the doorway, her head tilted and her ever-present smile firmly in place.

Shinobu’s Reaction

Amused Disappointment

Shinobu’s lilac eyes flicked between you and your friends, her smile never wavering. “Oh, tiny, were you trying to leave me? I thought we were getting along so well,” she said, her tone gentle but tinged with mock disappointment.

Her gaze shifted to your friends, who froze in fear. “And you brought these little troublemakers along to help you. How… interesting.”

Swift Capture

In a blur of movement, Shinobu knelt down and scooped all of you into her hands. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, but the firm grip left no room for escape. She held you in one palm and your friends in the other, her smile widening ever so slightly.

“You must have worked so hard to plan this,” she said softly. “But it was very foolish of you to think you could leave without me noticing.”

Sweet Yet Threatening

As she carried you back into the mansion, Shinobu hummed a soft tune, her demeanor calm and composed. But her words were anything but reassuring.

“Do you know what happens to insects that wander too far from their hive?” she asked, her tone as light as a summer breeze. “They get lost… or eaten. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.”

Her smile sharpened, though her voice remained sweet. “So from now on, I’ll have to be much more careful with you, won’t I?”

Aftermath

Heightened Control

Shinobu’s already tight control over your life became suffocating after the escape attempt. She no longer allowed you even the slightest independence. You were either in her pocket, resting on her shoulder, or placed in a specially designed glass enclosure where she could see you at all times.

“I’m only doing this to keep you safe, dear,” she said with a gentle smile as she secured the lid. “You understand, don’t you?”

Your Friends’ Fate

Your friends weren’t spared from her possessiveness either. Shinobu placed them in separate enclosures, each one tailored to their size and needs. Though she treated them kindly, there was an undeniable sense of control in every interaction.

“You’re lucky I’m so kind,” she said, her lilting voice carrying a subtle edge. “I could’ve punished you for taking my precious tiny away. But instead, I’ll keep you here too. This way, we can all be happy together.”

Increased “Affection”

Shinobu began doting on you even more after the incident. She prepared tiny meals, stitched small outfits, and spent hours talking to you about anything and everything. But her affection was suffocating, her ever-present smile a constant reminder that you were hers and hers alone.

“Don’t worry, my little butterfly,” she said one evening as she gently stroked your back with her finger. “I’ll take such good care of you that you’ll never want to leave again.”

Sanemi

Life with Sanemi was overwhelming. His harsh temperament and fierce protectiveness left little room for peace. He wasn’t cruel, but his way of showing affection was intense—possessive, demanding, and often intimidating. His sharp eyes constantly tracked your every move, his large hands always ready to pull you back if you strayed too far.

Your friends’ guilt over getting you into this predicament gave you a flicker of hope. One night, after weeks of careful planning, they returned to rescue you. The plan was simple: wait until Sanemi fell asleep, then make your way out of his towering home and into the safety of the forest.

The Escape Attempt

Sanemi rarely slept deeply, but exhaustion from his duties as a giant slayer had finally worn him down. His massive frame lay sprawled on the floor, his heavy breathing filling the room. You and your friends moved cautiously, climbing down from the high shelf he’d placed you on “for your protection.”

The escape was nerve-wracking. Every step felt like it would alert him, every creak of the wooden floorboards sent your heart racing. Finally, you reached the open window, the cool night air brushing against your face as freedom loomed just beyond.

But as you began to climb out, a low growl froze you in place.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Sanemi’s voice, rough and furious, cut through the silence like a blade. You turned slowly, dread pooling in your stomach as you saw him standing behind you, his piercing eyes blazing with anger.

Sanemi’s Reaction

Furious Anger

Sanemi’s expression was a mix of rage and disbelief. His sharp eyes darted between you and your friends, his jaw clenched tightly. “You were trying to run away from me?” he snarled, his voice low but filled with fury.

In two swift strides, he was towering over you, his shadow swallowing you and your friends entirely.

Swift Capture

Without hesitation, Sanemi’s massive hand shot forward, scooping you and your friends into his grasp. His grip was firm but careful, his fingers curling protectively around you as he held you close to his chest.

“You’ve got some nerve,” he growled, glaring at your trembling friends. “Dragging them into this stupid plan. Do you have any idea what could’ve happened out there?”

Hurt and Possessiveness

Despite his anger, there was an underlying hurt in his voice as he turned his attention to you. “Was I not enough for you?” he asked, his tone rough but laced with pain. “Do you really hate being here that much?”

He tightened his grip slightly, not enough to hurt you but enough to make it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. “You’re mine. You don’t get to leave me, understand?”

Aftermath

Heightened Control

Sanemi’s possessiveness reached new heights after the escape attempt. He no longer trusted you to be out of his sight, carrying you everywhere he went. You were either perched on his shoulder, nestled in his scarf, or secured in a pocket on his chest.

“You’re safer with me,” he said gruffly, his tone brooking no argument. “If you can’t stay put on your own, I’ll make sure you can’t leave.”

Punishment for Your Friends

Sanemi’s anger toward your friends was palpable. He kept them in a small enclosure he built himself, his sharp eyes constantly watching them.

“You’re lucky I didn’t crush you the second I caught you,” he snapped, his voice dripping with disdain. “But if you ever try to take my tiny from me again, you won’t be so lucky next time.”

Though he didn’t harm them, his intimidating presence and harsh words left no doubt that their freedom was gone.

Relentless Affection

Despite his rough demeanor, Sanemi’s way of showing affection became even more intense. He doted on you in his own gruff way, preparing small meals, crafting tiny furniture, and constantly reminding you that you were his.

“You don’t need anyone else,” he said one night as he gently stroked your back with his massive finger. “You’ve got me. That’s all you’ll ever need.”

Mitsuri

Being with Mitsuri was overwhelming in a different way. Her bubbly personality and endless affection were suffocating, not because she meant harm, but because she simply couldn’t grasp the idea that her love might be too much for someone so small.

She adored you—her “precious little one,” as she lovingly called you. Mitsuri doted on you endlessly, keeping you close at all times and gushing about how cute and fragile you were. But as sweet as she was, her love was stifling. Her constant hovering, tight hugs, and possessiveness made you feel trapped.

When your tiny friends arrived, their determination to rescue you gave you hope. After weeks of enduring Mitsuri’s overbearing affection, you saw a chance for freedom.

The Escape Attempt

It wasn’t easy sneaking away from Mitsuri. Her keen senses and relentless energy made her a difficult guardian to evade. But one night, as she hummed to herself in the kitchen while preparing an oversized meal, you and your friends made your move.

They helped you down from the miniature bed Mitsuri had crafted for you, and together, you made your way toward the open window. The cool breeze of freedom brushed against you as you climbed onto the windowsill.

But just as you were about to jump, an all-too-familiar voice rang out behind you.

“Tiny? What are you doing?”

You froze, your heart sinking. Turning slowly, you saw Mitsuri standing in the doorway, her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and hurt.

Mitsuri’s Reaction

Heartbroken Confusion

“Tiny… were you trying to leave me?” she asked softly, her voice trembling. Her hands clutched the apron tied around her waist as she stared at you, her lips quivering.

Her bright green eyes filled with tears as she knelt down, her massive figure looming over you and your friends. “Why?” she whispered. “I thought… I thought you were happy here with me.”

Gentle Capture

Before you could explain—or run—Mitsuri’s hands moved quickly, scooping you and your friends into her warm, soft palms. She held you close to her chest, her heart pounding against you like a drum.

“You’re so tiny and delicate,” she murmured, her voice shaky. “What if something had happened to you out there? I can’t even imagine it.”

Her tears fell freely now, giant droplets that splashed onto the floor. “I only want to take care of you, to keep you safe… How could you think of leaving me?”

Desperate Pleading

Mitsuri cradled you in her hands, her fingers curling protectively around you. “Please don’t leave me, Tiny,” she begged, her voice breaking. “I love you so much. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

Aftermath

Clinginess Intensifies

Mitsuri became even more clingy after the escape attempt. She refused to let you out of her sight, carrying you everywhere she went and constantly checking to make sure you were comfortable and happy.

She would cradle you against her cheek, her soft voice cooing as she promised to never let you go. “I’ll take such good care of you, Tiny,” she said one evening as she tucked you into the little bed she’d made. “You’ll see—you won’t ever want to leave again.”

Your Friends’ Fate

Though Mitsuri wasn’t one for harsh punishments, she wasn’t about to let your friends go either. She placed them in a secure but comfortable box lined with soft fabric, making sure they had plenty to eat and drink.

“I don’t hate you,” she told them with a kind but firm smile. “But you tried to take my Tiny away, and I can’t forgive that. You’ll stay here where I can keep an eye on you.”

Overwhelming Affection

To ensure you never felt the urge to escape again, Mitsuri showered you with even more love and attention. She prepared tiny meals for you, knit small clothes, and even carved a miniature dining set for you to use.

“Isn’t this cute, Tiny?” she said as she placed the set in front of you, her eyes sparkling. “I made it just for you! Do you like it?”

She also began talking to you more about her feelings, often cuddling you close as she poured out her heart. “I just love you so much, Tiny. I never thought I’d find someone so perfect… Please promise me you’ll stay with me forever, okay?”

Obanai

Living under Obanai’s care was as stifling as it was intimidating. His watchful, mismatched eyes followed you everywhere, and his quiet, sharp voice often carried an edge that made it impossible to argue with him. His obsession with your safety meant you were rarely allowed out of his sight. To him, you were fragile, a treasure too delicate to be trusted with the outside world.

Despite his cold demeanor, Obanai’s affection was overwhelming. He hovered constantly, his snake Kaburamaru often coiling protectively around you as well. But after weeks of this suffocating treatment, when your tiny friends appeared to help you escape, you couldn’t resist the chance to get away.

The Escape Attempt

It was late at night, and Obanai had retreated to a corner of his massive room, sitting in silence with Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders. His stillness made it hard to tell whether he was asleep or merely resting, but you and your friends took the risk.

With their help, you climbed down from the small box Obanai had crafted for you and scurried across the wooden floor. The window was slightly open, the cool night air beckoning you toward freedom.

You were just about to climb through the crack when a soft, familiar voice froze you in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, Tiny?”

Turning slowly, you saw Obanai standing behind you, his sharp gaze locked onto you and your friends. Kaburamaru slithered down from his shoulder, its forked tongue flickering as it moved closer.

Obanai’s Reaction

Icy Anger

Obanai’s expression didn’t change, but the cold fury in his eyes was unmistakable. “I should’ve known you’d try something like this,” he said softly, his voice low and dangerous. “You’ve been restless lately… ungrateful.”

His gaze flickered to your trembling friends, and his lips curved into a faint, unsettling smile. “And you had help. How disappointing.”

Effortless Capture

In one swift motion, Obanai’s hand darted forward, scooping you and your friends into his palm. His grip was firm but controlled, his fingers curling protectively around you as Kaburamaru coiled around his wrist, hissing softly.

“You’re so small,” he murmured, his voice quieter now but no less intimidating. “Did you really think you could survive out there on your own? What were you thinking, Tiny?”

Subtle Threats

As he carried you back to the center of the room, his mismatched eyes bore into yours. “I told you before,” he said evenly, “you belong to me. You’re not leaving. Not ever.”

He placed you gently on the table, his massive form looming over you. Kaburamaru slithered around you, its movements slow and deliberate, as if to remind you of the consequences of defiance.

Aftermath

Heightened Possessiveness

Obanai’s already strict control over your life became even more suffocating after the escape attempt. He no longer trusted you to stay put, even for a moment. You were either perched on his shoulder, nestled in the folds of his haori, or confined to a small enclosure he kept close to him at all times.

“I won’t make the mistake of giving you too much freedom again,” he told you, his tone as cold as ever. “You’ve lost that privilege.”

Punishment for Your Friends

Obanai’s patience with your friends was thin. He didn’t hurt them, but his tone was sharp as he placed them in a separate, secure enclosure.

“You’re lucky I don’t crush you for putting such dangerous ideas in their head,” he said flatly. “But I suppose I should’ve expected this. After all, you’re only tiny pests.”

He kept them nearby, ensuring they could no longer interfere with his plans for you.

Unyielding “Care”

Despite his anger, Obanai’s way of caring for you became even more intense. He prepared meals for you, carved tiny furniture, and even began training Kaburamaru to “watch over” you in his absence.

“You’re fragile,” he reminded you often, his fingers brushing against your back with surprising gentleness. “If I don’t take care of you, no one else will.”

Though his touch could be tender, his words were laced with possessiveness. “You’ll learn to accept this, Tiny. You’re mine, and nothing will ever change that.

Tengen&wives

Life with Tengen and his wives was dazzling—and utterly overwhelming. Each of them doted on you in their own unique way, their love fierce and consuming. Tengen’s bold personality meant he was always watching over you, ensuring you were “safe” and “protected,” though his version of protection often felt like suffocation.

Hinatsuru was the gentlest, her care soft and motherly, while Suma’s exuberant affection left little room for space. Makio, on the other hand, was sharp and direct, her love manifesting in constant vigilance and scolding. Together, they created a gilded cage of endless attention and overprotection, leaving you yearning for freedom.

When your tiny friends came to rescue you, you seized the opportunity, despite knowing how difficult it would be to escape such formidable giants.

The Escape Attempt

The timing seemed perfect—Tengen was out scouting nearby forests for demons, and his wives were busy preparing for his return. With the household bustling, it was easier than usual to slip away unnoticed.

Your friends guided you down the towering shelves and out through a crack in the door. The cool air of the evening filled you with hope as you raced toward the edge of the village.

But just as you thought freedom was within reach, a deep, booming voice halted you in your tracks.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

You turned to see Tengen standing behind you, his muscular frame silhouetted against the moonlight. His wives were right behind him, their expressions a mix of worry and anger.

Tengen’s Reaction

Playful Yet Dangerous

Tengen crossed his arms, his mismatched eyes glinting with amusement and something darker. “Running away from us, huh? That’s not very flashy, Tiny,” he said, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable edge.

Hinatsuru stepped forward, her eyes filled with concern. “Why would you do this, Little One?” she asked softly. “We’ve done everything to take care of you.”

Makio, however, was less composed, her temper flaring. “What were you thinking? Do you know how dangerous it is out there?” she scolded, her voice rising.

Suma, already teary-eyed, whimpered, “What if something had happened to you? I can’t even think about it!”

Effortless Capture

Tengen wasted no time scooping you and your friends into his massive hand. His grip was firm but careful, his wives gathering close to inspect you for any signs of injury.

“You’ve got some guts, I’ll give you that,” Tengen said with a chuckle, though his tone betrayed his underlying frustration. “But you really thought you could outrun me? Not a chance, Tiny.”

Aftermath

Heightened Vigilance

After the escape attempt, Tengen and his wives became even more overprotective. Tengen carried you everywhere, either perched on his shoulder or nestled securely in his haori. His wives took turns watching over you, ensuring you were never left alone for even a moment.

“We’ll make sure you’re safe, no matter what,” Hinatsuru said gently as she stroked your back with her fingertip. “You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

Your Friends’ Fate

Tengen eyed your friends with mild disdain, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a steely seriousness. “You’re lucky I don’t crush you for putting these ideas in their head,” he said flatly. “But I’m not heartless. You’ll stay here—under supervision.”

Makio built a small enclosure for them, her no-nonsense attitude ensuring they understood they wouldn’t have another chance to interfere. Suma, despite her tears, agreed. “It’s for their own good,” she sniffled, her lip trembling.

Overwhelming Affection

To ensure you never felt the urge to escape again, Tengen and his wives lavished you with even more attention. Tengen crafted intricate jewelry for you, his massive hands surprisingly delicate as he worked. “If you’re going to stay with us, you might as well look as flashy as possible,” he said with a grin, clipping a tiny gem to your outfit.

Hinatsuru prepared elaborate meals, each dish scaled down to your size, while Suma and Makio took turns braiding tiny flowers into your hair.

“You don’t need anyone else,” Tengen said one evening as he cradled you in his palm, his wives gathered around. “We’re all you’ll ever need, Tiny. So don’t even think about running again.”

Kyojuro

Being with Kyojuro was like living in a constant blaze of intensity. His booming voice, unwavering enthusiasm, and boundless energy were overwhelming enough without the added challenge of his yandere tendencies. To him, you were a rare treasure, a “flame of life” that he had to protect and cherish at all costs.

His affection wasn’t malicious, but it was all-consuming. He doted on you endlessly, keeping you close at all times and showering you with heartfelt speeches about your importance to him. As kind as Kyojuro was, his fierce protectiveness felt more like a cage, and you longed for freedom.

When your tiny friends appeared to help you escape, it felt like a miracle.

The Escape Attempt

Kyojuro had been training in the courtyard, his loud shouts echoing through the air as he practiced his swordsmanship. The thunderous sounds masked your movements as you and your friends made your way toward the window he’d left slightly ajar.

With their help, you climbed onto the windowsill, the cool breeze of freedom tantalizingly close. But just as you were about to leap down, a shadow loomed over you.

“Tiny!” Kyojuro’s booming voice called out, filled with equal parts surprise and alarm.

You froze, turning to see him standing in the doorway, his golden-red eyes wide with disbelief. In an instant, he crossed the room, his hand reaching out to scoop you and your friends into his palm.

Kyojuro’s Reaction

Concerned but Firm

Kyojuro held you close to his chest, his other hand gently but firmly restraining your friends. “What is the meaning of this?” he asked, his tone laced with both confusion and hurt. “Why would you try to leave me, Tiny? Have I not cared for you? Kept you safe?”

His fiery eyes softened as he gazed at you, though his voice remained steady. “You must have been frightened, but there is no need to run. I would never let harm come to you.”

Emotional Speech

Kyojuro placed you on the table, his massive form towering over you as he knelt down to your level. “You are precious to me, Tiny,” he said passionately, his voice trembling with emotion. “I swore to protect you, to cherish you! Don’t you see how much you mean to me?”

He looked down at your trembling friends and sighed. “And you—what were you thinking, encouraging such a dangerous act? It’s reckless, foolish, and unacceptable.”

Aftermath

Heightened Devotion

Kyojuro’s already overwhelming affection grew even more intense after the escape attempt. He carried you everywhere, refusing to let you out of his sight. “You are safest with me, Tiny,” he said, tucking you into the folds of his haori. “I will protect you from everything—even your own poor decisions.”

He also doubled down on his efforts to make you comfortable. He built a tiny home for you on his desk, complete with furniture, a soft bed, and even a miniature firepit. “Now you have no reason to leave,” he said proudly, his smile radiant.

Your Friends’ Fate

Though Kyojuro wasn’t cruel, he was firm in his handling of your friends. He placed them in a small, enclosed area near your new home, ensuring they couldn’t interfere again.

“I will not harm you,” he assured them, his tone serious. “But you must understand—you endangered Tiny by encouraging this escape. I cannot allow such behavior to continue.”

Overwhelming Care

To ensure you never felt the urge to escape again, Kyojuro devoted himself entirely to your happiness. He prepared meals for you, read stories aloud in his booming voice, and even carved small trinkets to entertain you.

“You bring light to my life, Tiny,” he said one evening as he gently held you in his hands. “I will spend every day showing you how much you mean to me. You’ll never want to leave again.”

Gyomei

Gyomei’s gentle demeanor was a double-edged sword. He treated you with such care that it was hard to believe he could ever hurt you, but his protective instincts were suffocating. To Gyomei, you were a fragile blessing, someone he was destined to guard. His booming prayers for your safety filled the room daily, his massive hands always cradling you as if you might shatter at the slightest touch.

Though he was kind, his overwhelming love made you feel like a prisoner. He rarely let you out of his sight, and his quiet possessiveness left you yearning for freedom.

When your tiny friends arrived to help you escape, you saw your chance, knowing it would be risky to outwit someone as perceptive as Gyomei.

The Escape Attempt

It was late in the evening, and Gyomei was meditating outside, his massive frame still as a mountain. His prayer beads clicked softly in his hands as he murmured a low chant. You and your friends worked quickly, scaling the edge of the table and making your way toward the door.

The plan was going smoothly—until a low rumble stopped you in your tracks.

“Little One,” Gyomei’s deep, calm voice resonated through the air, “where are you going?”

You turned to see him standing in the doorway, his towering figure illuminated by the moonlight. Though his eyes were closed, his expression was grave, and you knew he had sensed your every movement.

Gyomei’s Reaction

Disappointment and Sorrow

Gyomei knelt slowly, his hands resting on the floor as his unseeing eyes seemed to pierce through you. “Why would you try to leave me?” he asked softly, his voice heavy with emotion. “Have I not cared for you? Protected you? Why would you risk your safety like this?”

His massive hands reached out, gently scooping you and your friends into his palm. His touch was as tender as ever, but you could feel the tension in his grip, his quiet sorrow masking an undercurrent of possessiveness.

Gentle, Yet Firm

Gyomei cradled you against his chest, his heartbeat a steady drum beneath you. “I would never harm you,” he murmured, his voice calm but unwavering. “But I cannot allow you to leave. The world is too dangerous for someone as small and delicate as you.”

He sighed deeply, the sound like a low rumble of thunder. “You are precious to me, Little One. I will not let anything take you from me—not even your own fear.”

Aftermath

Increased Vigilance

Gyomei’s already watchful nature became even more pronounced. He rarely let you out of his grasp, carrying you in his hands or tucking you into the folds of his haori. “You will stay close to me,” he said firmly. “This way, I can protect you at all times.”

Even during his meditations, he kept you nearby, his prayer beads clicking softly as he murmured blessings for your safety.

Your Friends’ Fate

Though Gyomei’s gentle nature prevented him from harming your friends, he was firm in his resolve to keep them from interfering again. “You acted out of love,” he told them, his voice calm but resolute. “But your actions endangered the one I hold dear. I cannot allow that to happen again.”

He placed them in a small, secure enclosure near you, ensuring they could no longer orchestrate an escape.

Unwavering Care

Gyomei’s love for you deepened after the escape attempt. He took extra care to provide for you, crafting tiny furniture from wood and weaving soft fabrics into blankets for your comfort.

“You are my blessing,” he told you one evening, his voice a low, soothing rumble. “I will dedicate my life to ensuring your happiness. You have no need to leave—I will give you everything you could ever want.”

Though his touch was gentle, his words carried an unshakable finality. To Gyomei, you were his to protect, his to cherish—and he would never let you go.

Muichiro

Muichiro’s quiet demeanor was deceptive. Though he often seemed lost in thought, he never missed a thing—especially when it came to you, his tiny obsession. His soft-spoken nature and youthful face made it easy to forget how unrelenting he could be. He kept you close, always watching, his clouded eyes sharpening whenever the idea of you leaving crossed your mind.

His attachment was subtle yet suffocating. You often found yourself being carried around in his hand or tucked into the folds of his haori, and he rarely let you wander far. Though his intentions were to keep you safe, his possessiveness left you feeling trapped.

When your tiny friends appeared to help you escape, you knew it was a gamble—but one you were willing to take.

The Escape Attempt

The timing seemed perfect—Muichiro was sitting quietly under a tree, staring up at the clouds. His expression was blank, his katana resting by his side. You and your friends made your way down the edge of the table he had placed you on, heading toward a crack in the wall that led to the outside world.

But just as you reached the exit, a shadow fell over you.

“Where are you going?” Muichiro’s voice was soft, almost detached, but the edge in his tone made your heart race.

You turned to see him standing behind you, his usually serene expression now cold and unreadable.

Muichiro’s Reaction

Calm Yet Chilling

Muichiro crouched down, his clouded teal eyes locking onto you and your trembling friends. “You’re trying to leave,” he said simply, as if stating an obvious fact. “Why?”

His hand moved swiftly, scooping you and your friends into his palm. Though his touch was gentle, the grip was unyielding. “You know it’s dangerous out there,” he continued, his voice still calm but laced with quiet authority. “Why would you risk your life like this?”

Emotionless Reprimand

He held you up to his face, his expression unreadable as he studied you. “Do you not like being with me?” he asked softly, his tone almost childlike in its simplicity. “I thought I was protecting you. Keeping you safe. Was I wrong?”

The faintest hint of hurt flickered in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a chilling determination. “It doesn’t matter,” he murmured. “You’re staying with me. I won’t let you leave.”

Aftermath

Increased Possessiveness

After the escape attempt, Muichiro became even more protective. He no longer left you alone, carrying you everywhere or keeping you in a small, handmade enclosure that he kept by his side at all times.

“You’re safer here,” he said one day, placing you gently in the palm of his hand. “I can’t let anything happen to you. You’re too important.”

Your Friends’ Fate

Muichiro’s reaction to your friends was calm but firm. He placed them in a separate enclosure, his serene expression masking the cold finality of his decision.

“You can’t interfere again,” he told them quietly. “If you do, I’ll have to keep you even farther away. And I don’t think you’d like that.”

Quiet Affection

Despite his calm exterior, Muichiro’s affection for you became more intense. He crafted tiny items for you, from wooden furniture to delicate accessories, and spent hours talking to you, his voice soft and lulling.

“You’re like the clouds,” he said one afternoon, his fingers brushing against your back. “Light, delicate, and always drifting. But I’ll make sure you stay here, with me. No matter what.”

Though his touch was gentle, his words carried a quiet possessiveness that left no room for argument.

Genya

Life with Genya was intense and unpredictable. His tough exterior hid a deep vulnerability, and his affection for you—his tiny obsession—was fierce and unwavering. Though he tried to act gentle around you, his overprotectiveness often got the better of him. He constantly worried about your safety, his sharp eyes always scanning the surroundings for potential dangers, real or imagined.

Genya wasn’t cruel, but his love was stifling. His massive size meant he could control everything about your life, and he often used it to ensure you stayed where he thought you were safest—by his side.

When your tiny friends arrived to help you escape, you knew it would hurt Genya, but the need for freedom outweighed your guilt.

The Escape Attempt

Genya had stepped outside to train, his gruff voice echoing in the distance as he practiced his sword techniques. You and your friends worked quickly, climbing down from the table he had placed you on and making your way toward a crack in the wall that led outside.

Freedom was so close you could taste it—but just as you reached the edge of the crack, a shadow loomed over you.

“What the hell are you doing?” Genya’s voice was a low growl, rough and filled with disbelief.

You froze, slowly turning to see him crouching down, his sharp eyes narrowed as he stared at you and your friends.

Genya’s Reaction

Anger and Hurt

Genya’s massive hand shot out, scooping you and your friends into his calloused palm. His grip was firm but careful, his dark eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and hurt. “Were you trying to leave me?” he demanded, his voice trembling slightly. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

His brows furrowed deeply as he held you up to his face, his expression torn between frustration and heartbreak. “I’ve been trying so hard to take care of you,” he muttered, his voice softening. “And this is how you repay me? By running away?”

Protective Resolve

Genya’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening slightly around you—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength. “You don’t get it, do you?” he said, his voice low and intense. “The world out there isn’t safe for someone like you. I’m the only one who can protect you.”

He glanced at your trembling friends, his expression hardening. “And you—what were you thinking, helping them? Do you know how dangerous this could’ve been?”

Aftermath

Heightened Possessiveness

After the escape attempt, Genya became even more protective. He refused to leave you alone, keeping you either in his hand or tucked safely in his pocket. “You’re not leaving my sight again,” he said firmly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He also started building a small, secure enclosure for you, making sure it was safe and impossible to escape from. “It’s for your own good,” he muttered as he worked, his rough hands surprisingly gentle as he crafted the walls.

Your Friends’ Fate

Genya’s treatment of your friends was stern but not cruel. He placed them in a separate, smaller enclosure, his sharp eyes glaring down at them.

“You’re lucky I don’t crush you for putting them in danger,” he growled. “But I’m not a monster. You’ll stay here, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. But if you try anything again, I won’t be so nice.”

Overwhelming Care

To make sure you never felt the urge to leave again, Genya poured all his energy into making you happy. He prepared tiny meals for you, using his hunting skills to catch small game and berries. He even carved miniature furniture and trinkets, his rough hands surprisingly skilled.

“I just want you to be happy,” he said one evening, his voice soft as he placed a small flower crown on your head. “You mean everything to me, Tiny. Don’t you see that?”

His affection was overwhelming, his love both a comfort and a chain. No matter how much you tried to reason with him, his devotion left no room for compromise.

Tanjiro&Nezuko

Life with Tanjiro and Nezuko was a strange mixture of warmth and unease. Tanjiro was endlessly kind, his caring nature amplified by his intense desire to protect you. Nezuko, though quieter, had an equally strong attachment to you, often cradling you gently in her hands like you were the most precious thing in the world.

Though their affection seemed sweet on the surface, it came with a suffocating possessiveness. Tanjiro refused to let you wander far, constantly worrying about your safety, while Nezuko’s instincts made her cling to you like a protective older sister. Their love was stifling, and when your tiny friends arrived to help you escape, you leapt at the chance to find freedom.

The Escape Attempt

Tanjiro had stepped outside to gather firewood, leaving you in Nezuko’s care. She had curled up in her sleeping box, dozing peacefully with you resting on her lap. Your friends appeared at the perfect moment, beckoning you to follow them toward an open window.

You carefully climbed down from Nezuko’s lap, holding your breath as you and your friends made your way to the edge of the room. Freedom was so close you could taste it—until you heard Tanjiro’s voice behind you.

“Where are you going?” His voice was soft but filled with hurt, and when you turned around, his wide, pained eyes locked onto you.

Nezuko woke up moments later, her bright pink eyes narrowing in confusion as she saw you trying to leave. She tilted her head, her expression unreadable as she slowly rose to her feet.

Tanjiro’s Reaction

Heartbroken but Gentle

Tanjiro’s massive form crouched down, his hands trembling slightly as he reached out to scoop you and your friends into his palm. “Why would you try to leave?” he asked softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I was keeping you safe. Don’t you feel safe with us?”

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he cradled you close to his chest. “I’ve been doing everything I can to protect you,” he continued, his voice breaking. “Did I do something wrong?”

Protective Resolve

Despite his heartbreak, Tanjiro’s protective instincts quickly took over. His grip on you and your friends tightened slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength. “I can’t let you go,” he said firmly. “The world is too dangerous for someone as small as you. I promised to protect you, and I’m not going to break that promise.”

Nezuko’s Reaction

Silent but Intense

Nezuko’s gaze bore into you as she crouched down to inspect you and your friends. Her usual gentle demeanor was replaced by a quiet intensity, and she let out a low, almost growling sound as she gently took you from Tanjiro’s hand.

She held you close to her face, her expression a mixture of confusion and hurt. Though she didn’t speak, her actions made it clear that she couldn’t understand why you would try to leave. She hugged you to her cheek, her grip firm but tender, as if silently pleading with you to stay.

Aftermath

Tanjiro’s Overwhelming Care

After the escape attempt, Tanjiro’s protectiveness grew tenfold. He no longer allowed you to leave his side, carrying you in his hands or keeping you tucked into a small pocket he had sewn into his haori.

“I’m sorry if I wasn’t doing enough,” he said one day, his voice filled with determination. “I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll make sure you’re happy and safe—so happy that you’ll never want to leave again.”

He spent hours crafting tiny furniture and trinkets for you, his rough hands surprisingly skilled. He even began cooking special meals just for you, carefully preparing small portions that you could easily manage.

Nezuko’s Clinginess

Nezuko became even more attached to you, often refusing to let anyone else hold you. She kept you close at all times, cradling you gently in her hands or resting you on her lap as she slept.

She showed her affection through small, thoughtful gestures—placing flowers around your tiny home, braiding your hair with delicate fingers, and humming softly to soothe you. Though her care was sweet, it was also suffocating, her silent possessiveness leaving you with no room to breathe.

Your Friends’ Fate

Tanjiro was kind but firm with your friends. He placed them in a small, secure enclosure, his expression serious as he addressed them.

“I know you meant well,” he said, his tone gentle but resolute. “But what you did was dangerous. You could have gotten them hurt—or worse.”

Nezuko, meanwhile, kept a watchful eye on them, her usually soft gaze now sharp and unyielding.

Conclusion

Though Tanjiro and Nezuko’s affection was genuine, their love was all-consuming. They poured all their energy into keeping you happy and safe, but their overwhelming care left you feeling more like a possession than a person.

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I'LL SEE YOU WHEN I FALL ASLEEP. — The Tokito family's oldest child returns home.

— trigger & content warnings. contains spoilers for the infinity castle arc & takes place around/after the end of the manga, major character death, grief, self-hatred, survivor's guilt, etc.

— pairings & notes. hurt/comfort. kamado tanjiro, kamado nezuko & reader, but the fic is still muichiro-centric. reader is 16 and is gender neutral (they/them pronouns used). reader was a demon slayer. reader is muichiro and yuichiro's older sibling. 3.1k words.

— author's thoughts. suffer, manga readers :) anyways why are there so few platonic fics about mui and yui??? they are literally my sons. please. begging the kny community to write more platonic content about them sobs weeps cries /lh

Morning sunlight kisses their skin tenderly, caressing their face with its reassuring touch, but it does nothing to soothe the dull ache in their chest.

In the absence of all else, that dull ache perpetually remains—a constant, ringing reminder of their utter failures as a person. Of their failures as their family's oldest child. When they feel nothing, when all of their tears have run dry and left them with vacant emptiness, that dull ache remains still. When the tears fall endlessly, ever continuing regardless of how many times they try to dry their face, it remains still.

Inconsolable, that is what they were. Wholly and truly inconsolable.

'It wasn't your fault,' Tanjiro would insist over and over, because he knows not what other words he can say to them, because he knows what it is like. What else could he possibly say to ease their grief? He hasn't the slightest idea, because really... there is nothing. Nothing to say, nothing to do, other than sit beside them and let the grief come and go as it does—it is a nonlinear thing, grief. Tanjiro knows the process all too well. It will get better and then worse, before repeating the cycle again and again. He knows there is nothing he can do other than hold their hand throughout it all. There is no getting rid of the pain before it heals on its own time, so the words he chooses are 'You will feel okay one day.'

'They wouldn't want you to linger on it,' Nezuko would say, but she also knew not what to tell them. She, much like her older brother, is not unfamiliar with the guilt they felt for simply being alive. She knows that feeling all too well. She does not recall much from her time as a demon—she has explained that those memories are more like a distant dream, something she cannot quite touch and can only catch brief glimpses of, rather than actual memories she can recall at will. Despite that, she knows it hurt when she discovered herself to be the only one who survived that day. It still hurts. Less, but it does. She knows not what to say to them, but she knows that time heals, so the words she chooses are 'You will feel okay one day.'

Dew clings to the grass and leaves. The dirt squishes beneath their steps. A thin fog (a mist, they dare think, but the fleeting thought makes their stomach drop, so they do their best to rid their mind of it) has settled just above ground level, and they absently wonder if it rained the night before; it must have. They hadn't noticed.

It would be borderline impossible to, with the night they had. Being perceptive of and attentive to minute details such as whether or not it had rained a few hours prior was not in the forefront of their dazed mind at the moment.

(They did not sleep well, thoughts too preoccupied with the memories of what once was, of what could have still been.

...But the reality they dreamed of was not theirs, because they failed. They curse the world for plaguing them with such dreams—it was as if they were forced to peek into another universe, where they are happier now, helpless to snap their gaze away until whatever being tormenting them decided they had suffered enough. A punishment, that's what it was. A vile, awful, enraging punishment. Haven't they suffered enough?

Though, maybe they should at least be happy for them in that alternate universe. At least they're happy somewhere.

The thought is both comforting and devastating. Maybe if they hadn't been such a useless older sibling, they would be that joyful, too.)

The trek up the mountain was not nearly long enough; they hardly had any time at all to gather their thoughts, to swallow back the growing lump in their throat, before a vacant home entered their vision. It has been vacant for quite some time now, but the sting of what happened there almost three years ago feels exceptionally fresh, knowing that the twin who survived that event was also long gone now. The slightly chilly breeze stirs around them, swirling a few green and brown leaves that their trees had begun to shed. It welcomes them home, brushing across their skin and causing goosebumps to raise, beckoning them closer.

Fall will arrive soon.

...It has been some time since the nights have become safer to travel through. For the first time in thousands of years, demons were not a concern; the concerns now were more mundane. Animals, other humans, tripping over a tree root hidden by the darkness and getting wounded... yes, it has been quite some time since demons became a threat of the past. A few months, at the very least, but the pain of loss has grown no easier to bear. If anything, it has dug its vicious claws into their aching chest even further, threatening to tear open their ribcage and rip their bruised heart out at any moment.

It wouldn't be anything they didn't deserve, if that were to happen. It would be better that way.

...Tanjiro would tell them off for thinking like that, in the nicest and gentlest words he could manage. Their brothers would, too. Though, they're relatively certain that both of their brothers would use much harsher words. The thought might've made them laugh under another circumstance.

Even if they wanted everything to end already, they had no choice but to live, despite how much it pained them to do so. Maybe, just maybe, there will come a day in which living no longer feels like a knife to the chest.

That's something to look forward to. The day when their heart will not stutter when they see this vacant house. The day where they will not think 'It should have been me.'

Much to their surprise, there was no moss climbing up the headstones situated at the side of the house, and the grass was neatly tamed.

Someone had been here recently, then.

Sanemi? Giyuu? Perhaps Kanamori or Kotetsu. All options were equally likely; Sanemi, who they knew beyond a shadow of a doubt understood how they felt. Giyuu, who routinely paid respects to his fellow Hashira that fell in battle. Kanamori and Kotetsu, who may very well have died if not for their youngest brother's intervention back in the Swordsmith Village. They weren't quite sure who had been here (maybe they would ask around later, if for no other reason but to thank that person or those people), but... the gesture sent a wave of fresh tears to their eyes.

They hesitate, frozen in place. Shaking hands rise to their chest, clasped together in a poor attempt to put an end the trembling, and they briefly consider leaving.

It would be rude, though. To make the trek all the way up the mountain, to trick their beloved little brothers into thinking they were visiting, just to leave. They were never that cruel. Grief would not become their excuse for ignoring their brothers... or what was left of them, anyway.

Ginko sits on their shoulder. She has grown quieter than the used to be, and they know the loss has also impacted her. Still, she isn't completely placated, and she grumbles, "Are you just going to stand here like an idiot?"

"You've got working wings," they retort. "Go first, if you're so impatient."

She huffs, batting her comedically long eyelashes as she turns her little head away from them petulantly. She does not leave their shoulder. Ginko has never been nice or pleasant—she was only ever nice to Muichiro, really. Everyone else, including them, would shown get her nastier side. Spoiled princess are the words they would use to describe her, personally... but she isn't heartless. She does not dare move forward before they do.

(They know she isn't heartless. They still sometimes think about how weak and sick she became after the tragedy, and really, they were no better. She had slept by their side for weeks. Whether to keep them or herself company, they did not know, nor did they really care. She was their closest companion for the first few weeks, when they were too tired and absentminded to bother seeking anyone else out.

What an odd situation to have been in, where their best company was the bratty crow that used to deliver their brother's mission assignments. It feels unreal to think about, but it is the truth.)

Steeling their resolve, they move forward.

In front of the four grave markers, they kneel, paying no mind to the wet dirt and cool grass sticking to their clothes. If anything, the cold is welcomed. Their flesh burns hot with the weight of their grief. The cold touch feels forgiving, welcoming. Ginko stretches her wings and delicately glides over to perch on top of her former master's headstone.

Between the middle two stones sits their blade, sunk deep into the dirt, never to be touched again. Vines have begun ascending the half that still stuck out of the ground. It would be difficult to get it out, they think. Good. There it shall remain, never to be used again, a monument honoring their family and the sacrifices made to protect the world when the world never knew it was in danger in the first place.

They sit like that in silence for a moment, a chill ascending their spine as the cool morning wind kissed the crown of their head and brushed through their hair.

A moment passes. Then another.

And finally, they manage something:

"Hi," they say, voice coming out unsurprisingly meek and quiet. They're sure that if they tried to speak any louder, any clearer, their voice would crack and break. "Mama, papa, Yuichiro, Muichiro... I'm home. Again." It is at this point that their tone wavers somewhat. Their hands, now situated in their lap, immediately latch onto one another again in an attempt to steady themselves somehow. "Um, Tanjiro and Nezuko are here too. Or they will be. They just wanted to give me space first."

Muichiro would be excited to see the two, they think. He always got along particularly well with Tanjiro, and Nezuko was the kind of child who had a very kind demeanor about her, so most people grew to like her even when she was a demon.

They're hardly aware of the stinging in their eyes—it's a feeling they've grown very used to, as if it was their most natural state of being. It may as well have been. It's what they had become accustomed to feeling in the past months; it was either that, or a dreadful emptiness that made their entire body feel weightless, as if they barely existed.

It was always too little or too much.

When would they be able to come here without crying?

"I'm sorry," they choke out, folding in on themselves. Locks of their hair fall forward, forming a curtain around their face that hides their pitifully broken expression from prying eyes, and their forehead ever so slightly comes into contact with the damp dirt below. "I'm so— I'm so sorry," they weep, "I should have done more. It should— should be me buried, n— not you, not any of you—"

There is a dagger stuck inches deep in their gut. It feels as if someone has twisted it, now, because as they speak through their cries, they remember that Muichiro was never buried. His body was never recovered. It only makes the hot tears stinging their cheeks pour out with more force.

Buried in the spot the grave marked were only some of his personal belongings along with things he was known to like.

There was nothing they could have possibly done to change what happened to their parents; it was just a stroke of terrible luck for the both of them that would not have been changed regardless of what they did differently, but in a hysterical state, there is no room for nuance. Grief blends together, and they can't think clearly enough to verbally distinguish between if they meant 'It should have been me' in reference the twins or for their parents.

The answer was clear nonetheless. It hung in the air, ever present.

It should have been them instead of Yuichiro that day.

It should have been them instead of Muichiro that day.

Would either of those outcomes have changed anything?

If it had been them dying in Yuichiro's place, what would have happened that night in the Infinity Castle? Would both twins have died regardless, making their sacrifice utterly meaningless? Would only one have died, leaving the other to exist completely and entirely alone in the world? If they had died in Muichiro's place, would he be the one knelt before their grave, wishing it'd been him instead?

How selfish of them to wish it had been them instead.

How selfish of them to want their brothers to hurt like this instead of them.

...But they know that isn't what they're trying to imply. No, they would rather suffer this pain a million times over to spare their siblings the pain of having to feel it even once.

What they wanted was to give even one of the twins a chance to live past twelve or fourteen; both died far too young, meanwhile they lived on. They had turned sixteen recently (or was it a while ago? They were uncertain; the days, weeks, and months had all blended together in a blur of agony). They had no choice but to keep living, to keep aging, when it should be their little brothers instead of them living on and growing up together.

A soft hand on their shoulder causes their breath to hitch, and they adjust, peering upwards.

Tanjiro is there now.

He's crouching down, fingers softly kneading their shoulder. When he sees that they're looking at them, his half-blind gaze softens, and he smiles.

It makes their heart ache.

"It's okay," he whispers, and they are suddenly hyper-aware of the gloss over his eyes. He must have heard them. 'Don't cry for me,' they want to say, but the words don't come out, and they know he would cry for them regardless of if they told him not to. "It's going to be okay one day."

Ginko glares at him a bit. It's her least favorite rhetoric to hear—'It's okay.' She doesn't say anything, though. because he is not saying it to her, and if it comforts them even the slightest bit... well, she supposes she can tolerate it.

A stifled whine manages to shove its way past their barely parted lips. They squeeze their eyes shut, hoping to stop the tears.

It doesn't work, of course, and they can only break out into another sob.

The boy's gaze is warm, too warm—it looks too much like their father's.

Tanjiro, ever the patient and kindly person that he was, sits there with them until their tears run dry. They want to cry more. They want to curl up into a ball and let the Earth take their body so that the pain would finally cease.

They cannot, however. Their only choice is to sit up and continue forward, one day at a time.

Straightening their spine, they sit up, turning fully to Tanjiro with tired eyes.

"Do you feel better?"

"No."

He reaches out and squeezes one of their hands, face twisted in empathy. He doesn't seem to care about the dirt that has clung onto their palms. In silence, with only Tanjiro and Ginko at their side (more or less; the crow has yet to move from Muichiro's headstone, but her presence is enough for them), they sit.

It's a few moments later that they register the sound of dirt squishing under someone's steps, and they turn their head.

It's Nezuko. In her hands is a small basket.

"I'm here," she says with a kind smile. She looks like her brother when she smiles like that, they think. Her gaze is just as warm as Tanjiro's is when her eyes land on them. "I brought rice balls and paper."

...Rice balls. She brought food.

Nezuko was always adamant on pestering them about self-care in the first few weeks following Muichiro's death. 'He wouldn't want you to destroy yourself like this,' she had said at one point, a stern glare fixed on her face. 'Your brother being gone now is no excuse to neglect your health. Please eat, [Name], if not for him or for yourself, then for me. For Tanjiro. For everyone living who still loves you and worries about you.'

Her tender, worried attentiveness almost makes them want to cry again, but they have no tears left to give

On the rare occasion where they would not listen to her, she would get Sanemi, who would threaten to kick their ass if they didn't get themselves together. The threat of being beat up by the former Wind Hashira was usually enough to convince them, but they doubt that he ever would have actually done it—Shinazugawa Sanemi is many things. He is not a hypocrite when it comes to the matters of being the eldest sibling... not anymore, anyway. He was once, but he is not now. The grief he carries resonates deeply with theirs, and he was not taking particularly good care of himself, either.

They should probably visit him one of these days. He might be in need of the company, though he would never say that out loud.

"Paper?" they wonder quietly, hoarsely, head tilting to the side inquisitively. Neither sibling seems to mind the scratchiness of their voice. "

Tanjiro's face then brightens. "Want to see who can throw a paper airplane the farthest out of the three of us?"

Oh. Oh.

"...I'm going to absolutely annihilate you both at that." Something stirs in their chest. For the first time in a while, the dullness fades somewhat, and there's a thrilling edge taking its place. Their eyes shift between the Kamado siblings. "I'm the one who taught Mui how to get so good at it. You don't stand a chance. You do realize that, right?"

He grins. "We'll see!"

For the first time in months, they feel something other than void emptiness or overwhelming grief.

The wind rustles around them again, and they like to think that Muichiro is there, cheering them on from where they cannot see or hear him.

...But they do feel him, and that is enough for now.

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