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pinkiegiu · 1 year ago

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I wrote a fanfic abt my own ocs bc i love them so so much

could be seen as romantic, platonic, or anything really, its sfw btw hell yea

warnings: non sexual nudity, scars

word count: 2064

Akira walked through the swordsmith village, still shaken up from having to be blindfolded, deafened and carried. They were headed to the village's chief along with Amamiya Shie, another demon slayer, the two of them having been told to go speak to him before doing anything else, much to Akira's dismay. They absent-mindedly follow Shie, drowning out the sounds around them, not focusing on anyone or anything they pass.

The meeting went well, at least Akira thought so, they did not pay much attention to what was said. The second they left the chief's house, they started speedwalking to their swordsmith's own residence, what they came for in the first place, not caring whether Shie followed them or not.

A few days ago, Akira had received a letter from Mikane, mentioning a surprise for them, and having requested for their and Shie's presence. Despite being busy with missions, Akira was determined to go, having not seen their first- and so far only- human friend in quite some time now. They went at the same time as Shie, feeling safe enough around him to help handle the sensory hell that was the trip to the village.

Akira quickly reached the house, seeing Kosei, Mikane's younger brother, sweeping dust out of the house peacefully. The teenager quickly noticed the slayer, speaking up in the shaky voice that Akira has grown somewhat used to.

"A-ah, Kitaichi, you're here!" His grasp on the broom tightened under Akira's unchanging cold gaze. "Um, Mikane is waiting for you inside... I-I'll leave now, Amamiya is probably waiting for me." With that, the young swordsmith quickly put the broom back in place and passed by Akira, still too intimidated by them to try and speak to them further.

Akira stepped inside, letting their worn-out boots at the entrance. They looked around the main room, their eyes settling on blades scattered around, some finished, some still in progress, some by Kosei, most by Mikane. Akira had always admired their swordsmith's dedication and talent, and seeing how much work she put on any blade she makes, whether for decoration or for slayers, only deepened that feeling.

"Mikane. I'm here." They raised their voice louder than they're used to, their barely-used vocal chords already straining from the slight volume change alone. Akira heard shuffling and a muffled "In here!" coming from Mikane's bedroom, making them head to it.

They slid the door open, their neutral expression turning into one of surprise as Mikane just stood there, not wearing her swordsmith mask, a large grin on her face as her hands hid behind her back. "Hi there, Kira!" Akira stays silent for a few seconds before speaking up. "Hello. You said you had something for me?"

Mikane's expression turned more excited. "Yeah! Since we're starting to get along better, I wanted to make you a little something!" Akira tilted their head to the side in confusion. "That's completely unnecessary though. Why would you do that?" "Just felt like it!" Mikane shrugged. "Hand over your blades and get out for a minute, you'll see!"

After doing what was asked of them, Akira stood patiently outside the bedroom, absent-mindedly picking at their nails and the skin around it. Not too long after, they were snapped out of their daze by the sound of the bedroom door, their head turning towards where Mikane stood proudly.

"Sorry for the wait! Here, look at this!" Mikane excitedly shoved one of Akira's daggers into their hands, much to their confusion. "Huh? What do y-" "Just look!!" Akira raised a brow, but soon enough lowered their gaze, their eyes focusing on the blade. Mikane looked at them with sparkling eyes, waiting for them to notice what she added.

After a couple seconds, Akira's eyes widened, finally noticing the guard, much to Mikane's joy. "So? Do you like it?" They nodded at her question as their fingers traced the snowflake pattern, honestly impressed by the work Mikane put in her gift. Mikane bounced a little in joy and went back into the bedroom to get the other blades, Akira following without thinking.

Mikane handed over the tantō's sheath, along with the second dagger and the katana, both also having brand new snowflake-shaped guards. The faintest hint of a smile crept its way on Akira's face at the sight, a warm feeling spreading throughout their chest. "Thank you." Mikane's face lit up even more, feeling giddy from Akira's slight smile.

Akira slid their tantō in its sheath, setting it and their other blades at their sides. Their gaze fell to the ground, fidgeting with their own fingers while they waited for anything to happen, not having anything to add to the conversation. Mikane silently enjoyed the peaceful, friendly silence for a couple more seconds before clapping her hands together.

"Anyway! You smell like shit, I'm guessing you're still not taking proper care of yourself, huh Kira?" The slayer turned their head away, wanting to avoid the question, which only resulted in making Mikane chuckle. "I'm right, aren't I? Come on, today is going to be self care for you!" Akira shook their head, already starting to walk away to escape Mikane's pampering.

Akira felt a tug on their sleeve, already knowing what was about to happen. "Akiraaaaa! Let me take care of youuuuuu!" They looked behind them and their suspicions were confirmed. Mikane looked up at them with a sad, pouty face, successfully managing to male the slayer's eyes soften. "You don't do anything for yourself, at least let me do something!"

Akira looked away, then let out a deep sigh. "Fine, just once, alright?" Mikane threw her arms up in joy, letting out a victory cry. She quickly headed towards her bedroom to grab her mask. "We're going to the hot springs, you can leave your weapons here if you want!"

Akira hesitated for a few seconds, but ultimately chose to do as Mikane said, setting their blades on a table in the living room. The swordsmith soon passed by them, already sliding open the front door. She looked back at them, bouncing happily on her feet, and a small smile forming on Akira's lips again. They quickly caught up, the two soon walking side by side to the springs.

Once they arrived, Mikane drags Akira to one of her favorite spots, one not known by most slayers but well-liked by swordsmiths, a perfect spot to be alone and unbothered by others. Mikane quickly undressed and got in the water, not minding Akira's presence. The slayer gazed away with a faint blush, nervously picking at their nails.

"Shouldn't I... you know... clean up before getting in..?" Mikane looks back at them, laughing a little. "Yeah, my bad, I forgot! This spring has something for that around though, I'll show you!" Akira sighed at her forgetfulness, then quickly looked away once more as she got out of the water, their blush deepening slightly.

They timidly and slowly removed their dirty worn-out coat, and started undoing their belt. "You don't need to be embarrassed, I'm not gonna judge you." Their eyes snapped towards the swordsmith, then back at the ground as she got closer. They stayed silent, even when they felt her hands starting to undo their uniform's button.

If it was anyone else, they would probably be biting and scratching, their skin feeling as if it was burning at the touch. But instead they stood still, the care and attentiveness in each movement made them feel comfortable and safe, and soon enough the bandages on their chest were the only thing left on their body.

They shyly covered themself as Mikane carefully took off their bandages, the tightness of them leaving red marks on their pale scarred skin. The swordsmith gently took the slayer's hand, pulling them towards the washing part of the spring, and sat them down. Akira let the water run over them, shuddering once they felt Mikane's hands starting to massage their scalp, not used to the sensation.

The odd feeling did not leave the slayer as she washed their hair, a constant shiver running down their spine and holding back from moving away. They felt her being careful, having noticed their conflicting feelings over her touch, and their chest felt warm again.

They've always noticed how considerate she was towards them, from modifying their katana to fit their left-handedness better, to trying to watch her tone to not overwhelm them, to making sure all of her touches are easy to get away from. And each time without fail, their chest would warm up, feeling more comfortable around her. She was their friend. She was their spark of hope, a blooming flower in the rot they saw as humanity.

They were snapped out of their thoughts as they felt their eyes and nose sting. They tried to ignore the feeling to not alert Mikane, feeling her hands move from their scalp to their shoulders. She made no comment on how tense they were, knowing that the touch was the cause, but continuing to gently wash and massage the slayer, as they haven't moved away or asked her to stop.

After going over their shoulders and back, Mikane pulled her hands away. A few seconds passed, and Akira looked over their shoulders to Mikane, which made her smile. "What, you want me to wash your whole body or something?" The slayer looked down, a soft blush dusting their cheeks. "No." Mikane chuckled and gently ruffled Akira's hair, walking away as they started to continue cleaning themself.

Soon enough, Akira finished and got up, heading back towards the hot spring, where Mikane was relaxing, facing away from them. They slid in the water, a bit further away from her. They felt the warm water soothe the tension and pain in their body, closing their eyes and humming contentedly at the sensation.

Mikane smiled, glad to see Akira enjoying the calming moment they were spending together. Her eyes were glued on them, tracing each of the scars visible, focusing on their relaxed face, following any droplet sliding down their hair or skin.

Akira's eyes fluttered open, glancing quickly at Mikane before looking away with a faint blush. "Stop staring at me. It's weird." Mikane chuckled quietly and tilted her head back to look up at the sky. "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help it! You have so many scars, I love looking."

Akira's eyebrows raised, though hidden by their bangs, and they looked at Mikane again. "That's a very weird thing to say, you know?" "Hah, as if you don't do the same! You know I do see you looking at my burn, right? Just because one of my eyes is blind doesn't mean the other doesn't notice!" She laughed as Akira splashed her, their cheeks dusted with a light but visible pink. "Shut up." They soon settled, a peaceful silence filling the air as they both relaxed in the hot water of the spring.

After a while, Mikane broke the silence, though she spoke in a soft, quiet tone. "Thank you." Akira turned to her with a puzzled look on their face. "For what?"

"Just... Being here. Being my friend. Opening up to me."

"..."

Akira turned to look in front of them again.

"I should be the one thanking you."

Mikane smiled softly. "Is that so?" Akira nodded, though neither were looking at each other. "Yeah. I may not show it much but..." They looked up, sinking slightly deeper in the water, not managing to finish their sentence.

"I get it. You mean a lot to me too, Kira." They smiled slightly as Mikane spoke up. She always found a way to read the deepest parts or their heat somehow. Or maybe she did have gut feelings that never lied like she claimed. Either way, they appreciated not having to step too far out of their comfort zone around her, each step was on their own terms, they could go back at any time they wanted.

Taking a deep breath, Akira scooted closer to the swordsmith until they nearly touched. Neither said anything, but both knew how the other felt, even with no words spoken. They simply sat in the hot spring's water peacefully.

Eventually, a small contact was made, just a small bump shoulder to shoulder from Akira. Both remained silent still, though the bump was returned, a smile on both of their faces.

~~ Shie belongs to @manta-reys ~~

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