#sanemi has my soul at the moment

[oceaneyesinla]

You ever write something so self indulgent it actually makes you emotional?

Me right now

[lonefloric]

To warm the soul ✿

An installment of the intertwined souls mini series

Sanemi x female!reader

sanemi was used to feeling icy cold, it was a normal feeling ever since he was a child. Now he has to deal with being scorching hot after saving a mere village girl.

There's still 10 hours on the poll but Mr. Nemi is winning and I just had to finalize this before posting it so I'll post the second most popular vote next. This is also the first time I've written only sanemi by himself so be easy on me 😭🙏

Sanemi was used to being deathly cold since he was a child. It started one morning after he woke up, he went from being cozy and warm to ice cold and freezing.

Fearing he might be sick he went to tell his mother, who only smiled and patted his head. "My dear, that is your soulmate connection. The closer you are to them the warmer you will feel, but the farther you go the colder you will be."

The comfort didn't last long before it turned into a nuisance. As he aged he cared less and less about finding his soulmate, more focused on eradicating demons. Winter quickly began his least favorite time of year, the cold of the snow and the cold of his body hindered him slightly which pissed him off to no end.

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Sanemi's feet pounded on the snow as he ran through the thick forest. The demon he had been chasing somehow kept evading him everytime he got close. The snow flurries caused by the wind and the thick layers of snow building up did not help the situation at all, instead angering him even more.

A scream in the distance caught his attention. God dammit. He turned in the direction of the scream and pushed himself to run faster, the possibility of the demon attacking a civilian fueled his rage as he tightened his grip on his sword. Breaking through the tree line he now was in a large clearing.

A few feet ahead of him the demon he had been tracking had a young woman pinned in the snow. You tried kicking and shoving the demon off of you but the immense strength of it you were able to move at all. Sanemi readied his blade in his hand and lunged. The demon above you was flung away by the sheer strength of the blow. You hadn't even realized someone else was there.

Sanemi glared at the body of the demon as it disintegrated, it's hands wildly waving at where it's head once was. Once the body was entirely gone he turned his gaze to you, who he now was looming over. You still laid in the snow shocked and looking at the man. He was beautiful in a unique way, you though. You had never seen someone with so many scars.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" his low voice broke you out of your thoughts. "Why are you in a forest in the middle of a snow storm?"

you glared back at him. "Why are you in a forest in the middle of a snow storm?"

"I have a reason to be."

"So do I!"

"Playing in the snow like a child is not a reason." you gasped taking a handful of snow and throwing it at him.

"I am not a child! And I'm not playing in the snow!" you both glared at each other for a few moments before he sighed and his shoulders dropped.

"Give me your hand."

"What?" he glared at you with a I'm not repeating myself look.

"I know you can feel it too," he held out his hand, "now give me your hand." now that you thought about it, you did feel boiling hot. Neither of you had felt it in the heat of the moment but now that it was all done, your skin felt like it was boiling off, the snow actually felt nice.

"And if I don't want to?" you crossed your arms.

"Then I'll leave you here."

"No you won't." his eyes narrowed, turning on his heel he began to walk away.

"Wha- wait-! Don't leave me here!" you sprung up from the snow attempting to chase after him but your foot got lodged in the snow tripping you. Arms looped your wait effectively catching you, but now you were chest to chest with Sanemi. Your face warmed at the proximity.

"You live in the village near by, don't you?" you shyly nodded at his question. "Then let's go. I'll take you home."

"Will you tell me your name?" you asked.

"Only if you earn it, so be good."

[kingkatsuki]

I just have this idea of Sanemi being this lonely, touch starved virgin, who at the first point of contact falls so hard and fast that he’s completely obsessed with you.

I’m painting this story in my mind (or in Google docs lol) of him being dragged to a courtesan with Tengen because he really does need to lighten up, or at least expel some of the rage that permeates his soul. And Sanemi can’t even explain why he’s followed, but suddenly he’s there and you’re there and he’s so fucking lost because he doesn’t have a clue what to do. And he has so much life experience growing up without his family, and learning to fight from a young age but this? It’s so far out of his comfort zone he doesn’t even know where to begin.

And all these women are trying to jump Tengen to get his attention, because no one wants Sanemi. He looks far too feral and dangerous with the scar that litter his body and the menacing look on his face. Terrified they’ll be picked as a sacrifice, like he was one of those types of customers. The customers that they dread. But you step forward to greet him without hesitation, taking his hand in yours as he immediately tugs it back. Snarling that you don’t need to fucking touch him, as Tegen tells him to play nice— but he still follows behind you obediently.

So that’s the moment where he’s like don’t worry, I’ll pay you for the full time but I’m out. Or you don’t have to stay, I’ll pay you anyway. And you’re there tilting your head in confusion, because of all the men that have passed through here he’s the first to say that to you. And admittedly it would make your job easier, but you find yourself settling down beside him to talk to him.

You end up touching him that night. The first time he’s ever felt a woman’s touch as he allows himself to be vulnerable and lays back to take it. His mind running a mile a minute as you ride him and he tries to figure out where to look, or where to put his hands— and you just smile down at him to say he’s thinking too much.

And he is. Because now you’re all he can think about. And even when he’s villages away he’s still thinking about you. Listening to Tengen talk about how there’s another red light district in this village he can take him to again, but Sanemi doesn’t want to go to another one. He wants to go to you.

[istormortis]

Kindof went ham on him but he's one of the main characters of the AU so why not :3c So went down the rabbit hole with this one and pulled my inspiration from a couple of sources, mainly from two artists on twitter that I stumbled across and wanted to expand on it further plus the original story for Obanai in KNY.

Initial design is based off of the first halloween set with Obanai and the large cobra art (2019/2020 set?) - my style is going in twenty directions and I am sorry orz

SHINOBU | TENGEN | KYOJURO | MITSURI | SANEMI | GIYUU MORE UNDER CUT~

Obanai was living his life easily as a snake demon, usually in the noodle form or a humanoid appearance until humans had seen him and thought he was some poor soul that was possessed so they tried to do an exorcism on him to rid of the demon in him. Unfortunately due to their limited knowledge they were unsuccessful and instead fractured his soul into two, leaving a raw side of him and the side that is often presented. At night he is cursed with Ianabi's presence, which emerges from his back. At first Ianabi retained a snake form but overtime his ire/anger towards people has grown and he's formed a human version of himself (hence why he's similar to what he looked like as a child + snake demon woman his family worshiped in the orig. story). He cannot move far from Obanai's body and at most is stuck in a room with him due to that he's a danger to other people and most importantly himself (whatever happens to one happens to the other).

When Ianabi (name given to by Kyojuro, Obanai backwards but with an 'i' instead of 'o') emerges, the color fades from Obanai's body and shifts to the other which often leaves him white haired and teal-eyed. Kyojuro and the others have tried to help, but Obanai has accepted that he's forever cursed until he's run into Mitsuri who wants to try and help them. She tries to be friendly to Ianabi but due to Obanai's general distrust and raw emotion its making it difficult for Mitsuri to win Ianabi /Obanai over though she is have much better luck than the others.

During the day while its Obanai, he is less likely to have moments of raw emotion/reactions but it can happen when he looses his temper and at times can lash out. When at night and the two parts of his soul are separated he's reserved and quiet, hiding away while Ianabi acts as a guard until morning. Tl;DR - Ianabi is a physical manifestation of Obanai's distrust and anger towards life and people. It's his ugly side that would be a metaphor but has become a physical representation of himself that slowly grows stronger the longer his soul remains broken.

For the artist credits there's two! hotlemon17 - for they were the ones that did the white haired Obanai and I was like!! YES he looks nice with white hair so I wanted to draw him with that gogo_washiya - For their comic that had Obanai and Mitsuri meeting, and at night is when the giant snake on his back emerges and I really liked that idea so that was the spur of inspiration for this portrayal

[helloescapist]

The Hashiras in a Relationship | Sanemi Shinazugawa

Word Count: 8314 (I believe it)

Setting: Sanemi Shinazugawa x gn!reader

Content Warning(s): mild suggestive, poilers for the Shinazugawa family.

Summary: love relationship headcanons for Sanemi Shinazugawa from attraction, dating, and in love.

A/N: The time has come, my dear, sweet Sanemi. I only hope I did him justice, but I feel like, for him, it just will never be enough. I will never be able to accurately depict a love he could give you. To release this is almost bittersweet. I have adored writing the Hashira headcanons, and thank each and everyone of you who has read them. Thank you for giving me a chance. <3

To be loved by the Wind Hashira is to know devotion and safety. His love is the fresh scent of rain, sooothing as comforting as the wind that meets the windows. Rattles your bones, and resignates within your heart. That soothes the edges of frayed nerves, echoes affections. A drizzle that meets the afternoon hours, rain that caresses the window panels of a greenhouse. The encasing of a garden aglow with candles, touched into the cozy nook of a chair. Your eyes only left to wander the glaucous gray, bask in the peaceful oasis embraced by the rain and ambience of tapping amongst the glass roof. The scent of fresh rain, intermingled with the rich earth, sweet as the fingers that graze your own. The roll of distant thunder that ignites your senses, thrills your being. Snuggled into his arms beneath dark clouds as urethral as charcoal portraits painted in the night. Tucked secrets of sentiments, whispered amongst hushed voices, ghosts of fresh wildflowers on the window ceil.  An amorous touch of tranquility that dares the chaos upon your fingertips, thunder and lightning that illuminate the graze of his touch. Devoted to committing the memory of this moment to his memories, depths of desire expressed to you alone To be loved Sanemi is to lay awake in the dead of night, long after you know you should be lulled to sleep. Defying the late hour just to hear the coo of howls against the window that falls in sync with the beat of his heart. To savor the distant rumble of thunder greeted the depths of his slumber, the security of his snore as you embrace his chest. Solace as the raindrops that cascade down the window panels in the dead of night. As refreshing as the ethereal as the trail of kisses beneath the rainfall. The touch of his lips as they meet yours; your senses alive beneath the touch of rain. The passion and heat of his lilac eyes as he proclaims you to his chest, secure and devoted. Never daring to part, just as his love.

to be loved by Shinazugawa means that you will need to be gentle. To be soft where others would callous, to love where others would shudder. Delicate where others would coarse. To sooth nightmares, whisper reassurance to broken pasts, to alleviate old wounds. To know that only those who are deemed worthy will know his scars, to trace their depths, and shelter their pain.

Endure the initial distance. To tread depths that he dare not reveal, to allow yourself to be carried away by the under toe. Dare to push where others would flee. Firm against his ushers, resolved in your ideals. Possessing the quiet humility that balances his boldness, complements his confidence.

Embraces his flaws, and offers a safe space if only for a moment. Mutual respect. To be willing to give as much as you take, and unyielding in the face of adversary.

Because truthfully, Sanemi is a conundrum wrapped in enigmas. A shattered soul with little choice but to bind his fractured pieces back together, and endure what remains.

On the surface, he’s a rather intolerant individual, or rather, he’s narrow minded. Often stiff to change, unbending despite how it may impact his partner. His reputation proceeds him. our rabid puppy stabbed himself in an attempt to expose Nezukos weakness.

Though the truth is that his own inflexibility is built on a foundation of a shattered child. His own loyalty the very reason why he was willing to mutilate himself, his dedication to the demon slayer corps clear cut. Heedless of the mangled flesh, or the threaten to his own health that such injuries could incur.

His thoughts are on the safety of those around him, of his peers, of those beneath his rank. Of civilians. At times, Sanemi follows a default, and is at risk of becoming judgmental.

In many ways, it’s a self-defense mechanism that he has built himself over the years. Frayed at the edges, and slow to trust, the Wind Hashira has survived a life that would have split others at the seams.

Due to his quick decisions, the swordsman if more often than not likely to become frustrated by a partner who defies certain expectations. such as bringing home a pet demon. It’s not that his counterpart is necessarily in the wrong, it’s that he truly, does not understand. Because of this, he can become critical, and disparaging of his companion.

 It doesn’t help that much like Obanai, Shinazugawa is firm believer in regulation and rules. Because of this, he has a rather scathing opinion of those who adhere to Demon Slayer ways.

It comes as no surprise that his reputation amongst the corps is anything but fragrant.

Though, for those who have had the opportunity to build a bond with the Hashira are aware that underneath his bossy nature, and rough façade. Have been gifted with a rare opportunity to peek beneath the surface.

Despite how it may seem, I mean, I get why you may have doubts  Shinazugawa is actually an expert problem solver for other people. Perhaps it’s an attribute brought on being an older brother to so many siblings, a caretaker in his own right.

However,  in his own life, has a tendency to take things at a rather pointblank approach. Which can often lead to a violent approach. The truth is, he is not one to express the patience of talking about problems for hours. Rather, he is intent on finding a solution, for the both of you.

He just doesn’t know how to admit it.  

There is no live and let live. If someone has wronged you, he will not just allow the insult to pass. He will stand for you, when you cannot find the strength. It is so important to note, he does not forget.

The good news is that, the swordsman is a direct communicator, and you will never be left guessing where you stand with him. although you may wish you did. His blunt approach to communication, while well intended can often rub others the wrong way, and border into being downright insensitive, but none of it is ever intended to inflict unnecessary injury.

Rather as pragmatic as the man is, he just forgets that those around him may not be as direct in their communication. He would sooner risk you despising him than jeopardize your life.

Just as the Wind Hashira sacrificed his own relationship for Genya’s survival, he will without hesitation, threaten to severe ties with you if he believes it is truly in your best interest. He just wants you to live a happy life.

Part of this is brought on by his sense of duty. As a victim of marechi blood, Sanemi believes that there is truthfully, no other way of survival that exists for him.

As long as he exists in this life, he feels that he is a bane on the existence of those that he cares for. Bestowed cursed blood by the gods, Sanemi is convinced that it is his obligation to distance himself from others.

To act as a harbinger of death for the nightmares of the night, never daring to touch upon the sunlight of a normal life.

The Wind Hashira prefers to keep his feet on the ground, and his grasp within reach of those that are obtainable. His heart may desire the warmth of a family, of what if, and daydreams, it is perhaps his fears of rejection that keep him grounded.

Rather than dream of what he can never acquire, the tenderness he will never know, he would rather focus on what is within his means.

The callous of his fingers earned through hours of practice, the sparing of blades against a trainee, the tug of fabric as he mends his own clothing, hush any dread that dares to seep in. skirting rejection before it meets him.

Stunned are the members who know of the hidden courteous of the Wind Hashira.

Respectful of his superiors, and his peers; Sanemi is rather polite, and considerate to those around him. Quick to inquire how those around him are faring, if their burdens have fruited hardships far too much for them to endure. If perhaps, is a way for him to shoulder some of their burden.

Shy in his approach, bristled should anyone draw attention to his kindness, but candid to offer any assistance. A spirit that does not yield, nor does it hesitate to shield those around him.

Though Sanemi may never readily reveal it, he is a caring man. One who consistently frets about the wellbeing of those around him. Whether it’s an old wound that is agitating a veteran member of the coprs, a new recruit he pushed far too far in training, or a peer who has seen horrors better left unspoken, Sanemi cares deeply for others.

He is the sort to happen upon someone struggling with their groceries, and initially… pass. He’ll opt to ignore it, the Wind Hashira will try to persuade himself that they’ll do just fine—they should have been more considerate of their buying and if they could carry it all.

But with each step his take, the defiant thought dissuades him. Gnaws at his gut until finally, he I left with little choice but to stomp back to the stranger, uttering every curse known to man before stopping before the individual.

Sanemi will just his hand out, and tuck his chin feigning annoyance rather than admit his courtesy. or the blush that has claimed his features.

He will mutter insult after insult on the way home, all while consistently peeking over his shoulder. Careful to maintain his pace at a comfortable stride, and to gauge if he needs to further lighten the load.

It is perhaps because of how naturally considerate he is, that you will often find that not only is Sanemi supportive, but has a talent for detail. The swords man is the type to notice the smallest of thing, the shift of your heel as your form is shifted. Slightly off, filtered far too favoring one leg over the other, the realization dawning upon him, and in the next moment, he is before you.

Crouched with his back exposed, his hands beckoning the burden of your weight. Never settling for any refusal on your part, rather, it is only when you are secured in a piggy back, does he confess his apologies for not having noticed sooner. In a gruff, grumbled voice,…

"You should have said something dumbass." "Your foot…. Does it hurt ?" " I should have noticed sooner."

He’ll take extra care for the time to come, always vigilant against your wound. Sanemi has a great memory. The Wind Hashira takes great care to be able to keep track of everyone under his wing. he to this day keeps tabs on the Kocho sisters in Kanae’s stead.

But, I also imagine that keeps track of little things. Such as dropping off Tororo-Konbu for Obanai when he is under the care of the Butterfly Estate because he remembers that Obanai has delicate eating habits, leaving Muichiro a selection of lovely kami, or the way he leaves his condolences upon the anniversary at Gyomei’s door step when work will not allow him to visit the grave site.  

As time goes on, you will discover the supportive gooey center of the Wind Hashira.

Shinazugawa values a stable relationship, and because of this, a partner who has his upmost trust is the only way he can build a bond. He needs that security, the safety of vulnerability, as such, someone who follows through on their word is quick to catch his attention.

A partner who if given a task such as delivering medicine to the Butterfly Estate, will chance every incline weather to ensure the medics have received their necessary panacea. I’ll be there, has to mean something.

Your word is your vow, and you will see your duty through to the very end. It’s essential for his partner, because for Shinazugawa, to be able to place faith in another person is an obstacle on his own.

To accept his weaknesses, to be embraced for his frailty, he needs the certainty that you will never falter nor retract your word. His trust is not easily attained, but it is very, very worthy it. as sweet as fresh, authentically crafted mochi.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that someone who is unreliable is not likely to fair well in a relationship with him. Cancelled date, and broken vows will severe any ground you have made. and likely ensured you will never have your zori in the door, again.

His fixed behavior borders on rigid, and if anything, your capricious behaviors will only reveal he has made a grave mistake in placing any value in your word. I dare say, he may treat you worse than Giyuu.

Being as strict as the Wind Hashira is by nature, I think he needs a light-hearted partner. Someone who will partake in light banter to ease the misery of the day, that sees the silver lining amongst the clouds on a rainy day.

Or truthfully, just dances in the rain. The first time he witness your carefree bliss, a giggle of amusement as the raindrops patter against your form as you splash through the puddles, heedless of any damage to your kimono… he was somewhere between befuddled, uttering a curse of dumbass at your expense, before lowly… that smile. THAT smile.

Paint across his features, softens his features, gives way from the pains of the past, and reveal the boy beneath the layers of scars. A lover who sees the opportunity to play, to build snow bunnies along the road following a successful mission, weaves flowers into crowns. Oh, he would so wear it if you gifted him one.

Sanemi is not blushing.

DAMN IT.  

Oh, someone who will eagerly greet him after so many days apart. Rush up to him, greeting him with the joy of a missed companion, a smile ear to ear as their hands fold over his own callous. He needs someone to sooth his sharp edges, to laugh, and to smile.

Your ability to accept things as they come, rather than resist will not only help ease his own heart, but it will greatly benefit your relationship.  

Someone who can balance his moods will go a long way in his own health as well. Soothing, and comforting like a warm beverage on a cold winter night.

Let’s be clear. Sanemi isn’t looking for a pushover. Gods above I suspect it would just worry piss him off.

No, he has no desire nor the energy for a relationship in which you’ll but heads all of the time, and yes, he does love taking charge.

However, that does not mean that Sanemi wants someone to be subservient to him either. Rather, he needs the reassurance that from time to time, you will meet him at his level. Reel him in when he goes to far.

When push to comes to shove, you will not lose your footing. You will stand your ground, and remain firm to your ideals, and desires. call him on his shit. The rare moment in which your laidback nature morphs, his soft squishy lover hardening beneath his gaze, meeting his sight head on.

Nose to nose, solid. He will huff and puff. And absolutely walk away from you. He has no desire to sink his relationship, but oh… his heart. Sanemi will retrace this moment over and over.

One because he wants to consider it over, but to the other effect, oh… he’s got it bad. real bad.

Now, let’s be clear, just as he doesn’t want someone who compliant without question, Sanemi has no desires for a partner that desires to control his movements. If it’s not mutual respect, he doesn’t want it.

Goals and ambitions are a turn on for Shinazugawa, he’s attracted to individuals with their own desires in life. It goes with his own desires for independence, built on mutual respect and trust. With his own desires for autonomy, it’s only right that your own needs are on equal grounds.

He does not want you to live a life waiting by the door for his return home. He adores you greeting him when he gets home, but… it isn’t much of a life.

You should do things you love, things that bring you joy. he loves to see your smile. For a happy, healthy relationship, Shinazugawa needs a relationship that is not built upon power dynamics, for either side.

Otherwise, things could just end up toxic. Really, if you have the time to give just a little bit of yourself, it will go a long way with him. Small tokens, little bits cheering him on.

Whether it’s a little note in his lunch, a kiss on the cheek as you part ways for the day, Sanemi just needs to know that you support his ambitions.

For the swordsman, intimacy is at the forefront of his desires. Because of this, a relationship that contains a lot of emotional turmoil will send him far from your grasp. For the most part, he is open to meeting misunderstandings and disputes as they surface, but a partner who is insisting on thrill seeking in the relationship stirring the pot.

He. Does. Not. Have. The. Patience.

He just doesn’t. It’s not who Sanemi, so if you wish for the relationship to continue, you may wish to adapt a more direct approach to communication. At the end of the day, Shinazugawa is just a do-er by nature.

He is the sort to find solutions, and approach things as soon as he can. A leaky roof, he’ll have it mended before the next rain. The garden has been invaded by pests, Sanemi will strengthen the barriers. I can just imagine him happily building a little bug habitat on the weekends.

For Sanemi, the moment of attraction would most likely the peace that you bring. It could be that you yourself are just a peaceful individual, one who allows life to flow without much resistance.

Finding solace in thunderstorms, joy in snow, and laughter on scalding summer days. The smile never leaving your face, or the way you just flow with those around you.

Comfortable within your own skin, into your own desires. Grateful for the clothing upon their back, and the meal in their tummy. It may be that you’ve a special aura in yourself. One that soothes the edges of others.

A tree that provides shade amongst the shifting weathers, a cozy spot to seek refuge to wait out a storm, or a pleasant place to slumber on a spring day. Tranquility that drew him to you, whispered sweet dreams to him.

Dared to fantasize a life he only touched upon in his slumber. a spouse, a house, a small garden.

There are two main scenarios in which I can imagine you meeting Sanemi. The first being that of a Demon Slayers.

Your initial meeting well… may not have been off to the best foot. In his defense, he was sort of feral running out there slaying demons by any means. Yet, there was something about the way he composed himself. As small children often do, his pestering had initially been a small annoyance, one you ignored, but that day… that day you had enough. The way his tongue got away from him, the bluntness of his approach that rubbed you the wrong way, and rather than allow the new recruit to cross your boundaries, you elected to meet him head on. The stance well practiced, sturdy in its resolve, and the perfection of your form met into the follow through as your fist landed squarely into his cheek. Sending him far to the side, and off center. Swept him off his feet, and squarely on his bum. Lilac eyes that swam through the ocean, caught upon the clouds, dazed as they appraised your smaller form. One hand to support him, while his spare found his cheek which begun to swell near immediately. The calm way your gaze met his.  Red, bruised. The lump he would garnish for quite some time. The affectionate regard Ubuyashiki acknowledged the bandages upon his peek. A small child who's pride had been afflicted a heavy blow, and how it had driven him. just imagine the Master seeing the wound upon his cheek with the smallest smile before asking if perhaps, Sanemi and [YN] had had a spat Years entangled in one another, light banter, sparing matches, the growing of missions at one another’s side, time that had bound your soul to his. The tranquility of your giggle, the relaxed manner of your presence--- your very existence a special place for you alone upon his heart.

The other scenario I can imagine Sanemi falling for you would be one of which you are just an ordinary person.

One who works as any other, such as the child of a restaurant owner. A small little hole barely bigger than a yatai vendor, a hole in the wall that survived from their own merits, and abilities. The warmth of smiles, dared to greet passerby with a smile despite how many scars adorned his features, never paying attention to the whispers of other patrons that depicted a troubled child. His passing always curious about the child no more a little older than himself that giggled through the noren. Harmonious and light, one that always planted a bulb of a small smile on his own, only given the rare opportunity to blossom one rare rain day in which your parents beckoned the youth in. Ushered comments of the chill claiming his bones, the warmth of your mother’s hands as she guided him from inside, the touch of whiskers on your father’s face as he set to work preparing a warm meal to fight off any would-be chills. The calm hours before opening, along the nonexistent foot traffic allocating family time to caring for him as though he were a stray. Lead him through the restaurant business portion of your home to the inner familial abode despite his open protest, and flaring. His despondency hushed upon being set before you. A combination of shocked, horrified, and confused as to the willingness of such an odd family to welcome him so openly. It was the first time he had ever gazed upon your face, the giggle he heard so often in passing greeting him with a cloth, doing your best to erase the droplets from his snow-kissed hair. Your own curiosity betraying you before allowing the tip of your finger to trace the jagged blemishes that decorated his face with a curious smile. Quickly scolded by your mother for rudeness, the roll of her sleeves prepared to right your attitude, only deterred by the meal before all of you. Shinazugawa had told himself that he would not be swayed, nor visit the establishment again, and your family humored him. Reassured him that if that were to be the case, very well while sharing dumplings and miso soup, an added scoop of rice for the stray. The following weeks the effort he had placed in his footing, avoided the path that led to your road. Unavoidable times spent dodging the greetings you would offer as he dashed pass. Until having witnessed a spat between you and a drunker on a grocery run. The audacity of the man having attempted to force himself upon you, defiance in the swing of a leek as you scolded him. Stubborn despite the way the man had a hold of your collar, nearly dragging your smaller form towards himself, only enraged at your protests and insults. Laid to rest by Sanemi’s own rage, no longer to deny the pull you had upon him. The way he found himself drifted to the establishment time after time.

The warmth of a home that was never his own.

In courting, I feel as though Shinazugawa may take a more considerable amount of time to mull the decision over than other Hashiras. Not nearly as studious as that of Kocho, nor bashful as Mitsuri, but not quite to the level of open pursuit as that of the Flame Hashira or retired shinobi.

I feel that if his life had taken an alternative route, one in which he had the opportunity to grow with his siblings, care for his mother in her old age, I imagine he may have been just as forthcoming as the later. Quick to declare his attentions, resolved and determined to win your heart amongst the suitors at your door, but life has taken an alternative route than initially planned.

The Sanemi we have is one who has been through heartbreak, experience loss, and punishments brought on by his birth. The one who adores scars for the sake of others, and because of this, I feel that Sanem is sort of a middle ground amongst the Hashiras. One who may not be as hesitant as Obanai, but still resistant to the way his heart pines for your own.

In courting, the Wind Hashira is a rather straightforward, shameless flirt. near Uzui levels. Open to express physical attraction, unambiguous in his approach. Not the sort to play games, or leave things up for interpretation.

Rather, quick to grab your wrist, to pull you within reach, uttering in a husky voice with need, “What are you doing tonight?”

Fairly confident in his approach, and not one to shy away from a physical fling should the desire touch upon him. it’s a great way to keep others at arms length.

He is assertive, subtility is not in his nature, and an expert at taking the lead, guiding the flirtations on his time. Tease suggestive comments, coo his attentions.

Upfront in delving that he is not craving something serious, or long term, Sanemi is not one to dip his toes in manipulation. Rather, any mind games is quick to deter even a one night stand. He just does not have the patience, nor the interest.

For the most part, Sanemi is not as likely to delve into casual relationships as much as one would think. Rather, he has a deep need for security, and assurance, and a relationship of this nature is rather unappealing to him, but don’t let that fool you.

He’s rather comfortable with a one-night stand from time to time, but it varies on the individual. If it’s one in which the interlude will be met with the proper emotional distance, such as an oiran, he’s likely to enjoy the experience, but should there be a hint of false intimacy one that tries to reflect upon a real relationship, or dares to stray into more idealistic means, it will not end well.

He’s well adapted at being able to separate physical pleasures from emotional intimacy, a master at engaging without attachments. loves using flirting to test the waters.

However, it is perhaps the desperate touch of his heart, and longing for a life he knows he cannot tread upon that prevents him from regularly engaging in such trivial moments. It’s not enough for him at his core, but as he is far too afraid to stray into such areas carelessly, he’ll often go without rather than risk more than he bargained for.

He’s open to admitting that he’s interested, but once the deafening realization hits him that he is smitten, he is quick to withdraw. Shatter in features, regardless of what he was doing in that moment that it crossed his mind that he has fallen, delved deeper than the occasional pursuit, he’s dropped everything.

Pulled himself from our touched, uncoiled his fingers from your hair, barely offering a half assed excuse before fleeing. Dodged interactions, quick to seek escape.

Unable to touch upon the depths he has submerged, panicked at the thoughts of loss. It is only when he has come to terms with the circumstances that he will move forward. He is not the type to jump in, nor will he ever truly be.

That being said, the swordsman is truly quick to fall heels over head for the right person. The moment he has caught feelings, there will be a shift in approach. Genuine notes of tenderness in regards, desiring your warmth, and providing patience to allow you to come to him with the passage of time.

Laughter, witty remarks, and forthcoming gifts and compliments as the air that he breathes. Any attempt to seize your attention. In fact, I firmly believe that Sanemi would delight in the more conventional courtship routines that others often overlook.

He would savor picking flowers for you and carry your belongings for you. he wants to show off his muscles.  Would ask you to visit a tea house with him, offer you his share of ohagi, and flutter at the nervous way you dust the rice flour from his lips.

 Once he has made up his mind, Sanemi will never detour from your love.

To have entered the dating stage with the Wind Hashira is no small feat, and one that will be approached with the utmost sincerity and earnestly. Allow him to take the lead, and you will more than be rewarded. Dates vary wildly in what you can expect.

Competition events such as a shooting game at a festival is sure to bring out his drive. He will get you that stuffy, at all costs. And while he thrives in such environments, it’s the dates he plans that will catch you off guard.

Shinazugawa loves any chance he must get to know you on a deeper level, one that you have never dared to share with another. In part, it’s because he wants to be as special to you as you are to him, but he also feels reassured knowing expectations, and a clear understanding of who you are beneath the facades you bear to others. Because of this, he will aim for intimate rendezvous free of distractions and wandering eyes.

Time spent wandering the markets, plucking produce, with the intention of cooking you a wonderful meal. He's an amazing cook, I won't be convinced otherwise.

Traditional dates such as dinner and drinks, recounting childhood memories. He’s open to trying new things, a new game together, or even a comedy show. Sweeter, more reminiscent dates that touch upon joyful memories. Walks through a park, skipping stones on a lake’s edge, even a zoo trip, to more adventurous dates if you have an interest like rock climbing, or a couple’s massage.

Maybe even taking lessons on how to offer you a sensual massage himself. I promise he has documented these dates somewhere for future grandchildren to giggle over.

The Wind Hashira in love is an enigma in a way. At times, he can appear to be serious and aloof, but it is little more than a barrier than admitting how his heart longs for your touch.  

Yet, the truth remains that if you have entered the dating zone, you will quickly realize that he has long since loved you. Whispered your name into the depths of his heart, a phantom amongst his dreams.

Beneath his tough exterior, Sanemi is romantic at his core, and desires a drowning connection to his lover. Warm and affectionate, quick to give himself more than he will ever request, his entire being belongs to you. In love, there is not a question of whether he will commit.

Rather, your bond is all he ever needed to conclude that he is committed. Sanemi would be hurt to discover you ever thought otherwise. However, he understands that others must progress at their own pace, and because of this, he will do his best to hide away the maddening depths of his devotion and mascaraed as aloof, attempting to give you all of the patience you need.

Though, should you pay attention, you will notice it in the way he cares for you. How he soothes your hair in comfort, warms your hands with his own. How openly he pursues quality time together or dotes upon you regardless of who may be watching. He already knows everyone else has caught on.

In fact, for all the ways that he will cherish you, you will discover that disposing of his feelings in a verbal manner is a challenge for him. It’s not that Sanemi doesn’t desire to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, it’s just that it’s not his strong suit. And he knows it.

He’s far more comfortable allowing his actions to speak of his adoration.

Because of this, Shinazugawa can and will seize every opportunity to put himself in your service. To give you peace, and ensure your life is easier with each passing day.

As he was with dating, but he approaches romance in a fairly traditional aspect as well. He adores classic outings, scheduled romance to ensure that the spark never leaves your senses.

You will be wooed throughout your life in a way that has you questioning if you have committed to the Love Hashira. That being said, Sanemi adores a good surprise.

The Wind Hashira is just as quick to place grand gestures at his disposal frequently, so much so that it is almost second nature to him. As a supportive individual, you will find that he prides himself on being able to offer a safe home free of worries and will do so through whatever means he can conjure.

Hour spent hanging the laundry, cooking meal after meal, and cleaning up after dinner with the biggest of grins as he mentally files away what dishes caught your attention with a smile. He will also accomplish this through more traditional routes, such as working tirelessly to ensure you never want for anything, and have a safe comfortable home always waiting for you. if his upbringing was not a clue.  

The Wind Hashira desires for you to have the life of your dreams between your fingertips, you need only grasp it. No really, any odd pursuit you may have, Sanemi will be the first to admit, it’s a little peculiar, but he will never hesitate to cheer you on.

Push you when you need it, make the big jump to pursue your dreams regardless of how small or enormous they may be. Truly, he wants a relationship built on mutual respect.

In many aspects, he is the ideal partner.

Commitment is not something to be taken lightly and is something he has already mulled over in his thoughts time and time again before pursuing you. Because the truth is, once he has made the decision, he has done so wholeheartedly.

Committed loyalty and fidelity into his pore, striving at all costs to make the relationship work. Bathed in resolve, Sanemi truly desires a relationship in which he feels secure.

One that you will never doubt his loyalty, and he never needs to question your own. But also, one in which he can confess fears, reveal vulnerabilities, accept your embrace without a second thought.

Seek your comfort, never doubting his own masculinity for doing so. Yes, in a committed and well-developed relationship, Sanemi’s eyes will never wander. It would never occur to him despite how his flirtatious nature may appear.

He would never forgive himself for straying and betraying your trust.

That being clear, Shinazugawa is a rather unorthodox, vengeful person at times, and if you have decided to play a game of tactics and manipulation… well, he will be direct in his rath.

Intentional planting seeds of doubts, actively pursuing your friend in an emotional affair, he is the sort to retaliate.

For all he will give to you, communication can either be a godsent, or a curse.

Sanemi prefers open, and direct dialect. Even at the risk of hurting feelings, he would rather be far to blunt than sugar coat a horrid truth. He is not one to live a lie, and truthfully, it’s not that it is ever his intention to inflict wounds.

Rather, he feels that to obscure truths would be disrespectful to his partner. His goal is truly, to be honest. However, as a naturally outspoken man, his communication style adds a level of aggression that he often doesn’t intend. He just really doesn’t see the point in beating around the bush.

He would much rather rip off the band aid and begin the process of healing rather than allow the wound to fester. That being said, Sanemi does have a bad habit of being one to judge others, and rather quick to criticize than acknowledge someone else’s needs.  

The Wind Hashira rather enjoys engaging in conversation as long as it is nothing too abstract. He’s not one for discussions about the universe, or why it is the stars align just so, but for more tangible concepts he’s quick to engage.

Share conversations about your dreams, about a future together. Engage him in discussions from serious politics to even casual banter about whether Sakura mochi or ohagi is the best dessert. savor how persuasive he can be when he sets his mind to it. His well-informed perspective combined with his confidence can be rather tantalizing convincing.

One would assume that confrontation would come naturally to Sanemi. It’s a fair jump of an assumption to make, but the truth remains that Sanemi does not wish to trade blows with those that he adores.

He’s the protector, not the assailant. The shield, never the sword. He desires safety, and stability in his relationship, and as such, fighting is not something he enjoys—it threatens the security of his relationship, leaving him with uneven footing.

This does not mean that he will allow slights to slide by the waste side, he hates being challenged, and his opinion distorted. Mixed words, or such tactics are sure to anger him. While he can be set in his ways, and slow to compromise, approaching a conversation or discussion with intentional conversation will always give you an edge.

Despite how confrontational Sanemi is, he would never, I mean never raise a hand to his partner. Under no circumstances. he will never be his father.

A stressor for the relationship will likely be his detachment to autonomy. It’s not that he intends to invade your space regularly, it’s that he does not quite understand why you have a need for space. Or perhaps it’s that he naturally feels anxious when you’re far away from him, as though a piece of him is missing.

For some people, this may not be a problem, but if it is for you, it’s important that you discuss it openly rather than attempt to dodge or force your opinion.

Just explain, you would be surprised how willing he is to see your perspective.

Sanemi is not one to enjoy an envious partner, one who doubts his fidelity rubs him the wrong way rather than excite him. The hint of your jealousy can be a backhanded slap rather than a compliment. Though, if the truth were to be revealed, Sanemi himself has a rather controlling tendency, and adores attention.

Because of this, I suspect that should you pay attention to another—even innocently, he’s likely to feel a prickle of jealousy. Should he have to fight for the monopolization of your attention that he feels entitled to as your spouse, I suspect he will be down right petty.

He’ll never truly act on it, he has the upmost faith in you, but he will pout from time to time. It’s illogical, and he knows it, but HE wanted to sit next to you, not be replaced by the pet dog.

He’s side eyeing the pupper as it receives the cuddles that were rightfully his own.

You should never be surprised to notice the fierce way in which he guards you. Dear. Gods. Above, he has no hesitation in becoming aggressive or confrontation in general, but if it is on your behalf, Sanemi can be practically feral.

resource guarding?

He will take any slight against you very, very deeply, and is quick to act on it. Which is why he needs someone to keep him on a leash. Not everyone is worthy your time, nor your lover’s. SIT boy!

For most of the Hashiras, the concept of family is one that varies from individual to individual, but for the most part, they are all willing to compromise with their partner.

However, in Sanemi’s case, I feel like, it is either one way, or the other.

In a world of demons, and terrors in the night, there is absolutely no way he would ever allow himself to father a child. He abandoned that life long ago and prayed for Genya to live his dreams. Sanemi would never forgive himself for bringing a child into the world knowing all too well what he deems to be its inevitable fate.

No, in a world in which Muzan and his fledglings wander the night, he would never willing allow it to come to pass. If he was unsuccessful and his lineage continued knowing all too well the dangers, it would break him.

That being said, if he were gifted the opportunity to raise a child in a world without fear of losing his child, or his family as he had in the past, Sanemi would jump at the opportunity.

A small home, one in which the sound of children’s laughter rang through every window. The patter of bare feet running across the wood, playful banter like music to his ears. Like his mother before him, Sanemi would have no set number of children he would desire but would welcome each one that entered the home with joy and cherish each one with all of his heart.

 I feel as though Sanemi by nature would be a very protective father. One who would fret over their child’s wellbeing: emotional, physical, mental, he worries about it all. 

Questioning if his decisions were the right one, if perhaps he shouldn’t have raised his voice. How could he have done better as a father. Every little scrapped knee, every bruised heart, he bares all of it on his soul.

All of this is with the best intentions, all he desires is for a future in which his children may know love, comfort, and peace. A solid foundation that he never had, nor could give to his siblings, and the way his hand always reaches for those of his child, knowing that he must let them go one day.

Please, just give him a little longer.

Sanemi is a practical demon. Almost all of his thought processes are logical, even though they may not always appear to be so initially.

Such as the way he attempted to snub out his own brother was truthfully proof of his own affections for Genya. if you do he emotional math.

If your love language is acts of service, your needs will be more than satisfied. Just as he was in his familial home, Sanemi is quick to make himself of service to his lover. He will massage aching bones, prepare morning tea, and pack bentos with the cutest little notes.  

To serve the household, to prove himself for you time and time ago; Shinazugawa lives by the moto, happy spouse, happy house. Securing lose threads as they reveal themselves, warming the bed, or starting a bath when he knows the hours have ran across your features.

Rush to greet you at the station with an umbrella on a rain day. If you are one to give love in this manner, note that every task, any attempt to express your affections will never be overlooked. Though he may never say anything, he will find himself smiling at the small treat you found for his beetles, or the added serving of ohagi in his bento. Or the way you mended his kimono after a wound, tucking a smile to his heart like a little secret.

Each token of love is treasured no matter how small. He’s so grateful to have you.

Gift giving is rather second nature to Shinazugawa, and it may be due to the fact that his thoughts never leave you. As a natural caretaker, he is likely to always keep you in his mind as he goes about the shopping, smiling at a cute little treat knowing all too well how you would adore it, or spending a little extra for the spicy snacks in the hopes of seeing your smile.

 Missions that send him far away, will have him gathering local treats. Little goodies made by the grannies, procuring a variety of scarves, regional flavors, all secured to his back with the intention of coming home to you with a variety of goodies.

Another area in which he will never struggle is quality time. In fact, the way he yearns to spend as much time with you as possible may have you pushing him out the door for quality time.

Again, Sanemi seizes every opportunity to bathe in your company. Whether it’s spiriting you away to dinner for the night, a hot springs trip, or gods help him if you decide you’d like to go on a beetle excursion. he has been hit with Cupid’s arrows all over again. He’s gushing.

Sanemi dreams only of you, but there are also the times in which, he doesn’t need some grand romantic gesture although he’s good at them. Rather, he really will seize any moment to just be near you.

Content to enjoy a quiet moment peeling daikon at your side, listening to the stillness of your breath as your eyes breath in the weather outside the veranda. To enjoy snuggles beneath the kotatsu with one another. Lay his head in your lap, allow our fingers to thread through his locks, or the way your fingers wander the lines of old wounds.

When you consider the way that Sanemi struggles with articulation, and placing his emotions into language, it may not come as much of a surprise that words of affirmation will be a struggle for him.

That’s not to say that he won’t try, he is as he has always been forth coming with his praise and adoration of you.

Shamelessly complimenting you regardless of the place, or the company that may overhear. hell, he would announce it in a microphone.  But, the fact remains that communication is not one that comes naturally to him. Blame his upbringing.

 At the same time, the way your face lights up adorably as his compliment paints your features. The blush that claims you nearly contagious in how it spreads to him, leaving him a stuttering mess desperate to regain himself. a-again! He’ll do it again!

Physical intimacy is an area that can run a risk for you. Let’s be clear, it’s not that Sanemi isn’t one for physical intimacy, in fact I feel strongly that he will leave you a panting mess desperately crying out for release as he worships you time and time again. he will ruin you I swear…

However, physical intimacy can mean different things to different people, and there lies the rub. For you, physical touch may be a means of expressing affections and trust. Allowing yourself to be vulnerable, and explore the depths of desires that you may hide away, but Sanemi was never one for being the touchy feely kind.

He’s an expert of separating and physical “needs” which may leave you feeling as though your emotional needs are not being satisfied, and that he relies too heavily on expressing his affections in the bedroom.

The truth is that in some ways, Sanemi can be touch starved himself. Rare moments in which he will graze upon your cheek without a second thought, how tenderly he holds you after time apart. It’s not that Sanemi does not savor your touch, rather it’s that he doesn’t know how to communicate his need to be treated gently.

Should you choose to initiate it, he will happily respond.

To be loved by Sanemi is to know sanctuary. To see refuge amongst the falling stars, to know the that your tears have found a gentle home. It’s to dance your fingers across his scars; whispered affections that claim your heart. It’s to have your hair soothed, the warmth of his head as he softly toys with your hair. It’s to know safety, a love that will give its life for your own. Always thinking of you, dreaming of you, yearning for the day when your hopes become reality. Rejoiced in truth, it is effort day in and day out, giving of himself for all that he has, but never asking of sacrifice. It’s safety, it’s snuggled by the fire, and a blanket to draw you to his heart. It is sweet as ohagi on a rainy day, the touch of cashmere blankets, and It is a flower nurtured with tender care. It is devotion etched into your skin; the promise sealed by the touch of his lips upon your flesh. Whispered devotion, and the strength to expose yourself for all that you are in the night air. Desperate cries, that plague of passions and yearning, it is a piece of your soul that you had never known was missing. To dream of the memories to come. To yearn for something, you never dared admit. A soft lullaby just as is his love.

It is… everything.

Everything.

[a1tie]

𝙎𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤 - 𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙭 𝙂𝙉!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

scenario- You find yourself in Sanemi’s arms and oh my god he is so close…

word count- 1.3k

(AN: Im hella open for constructive criticism! Im thinking of making this into a pt. 2, where we do a time skip and get a little deeper into their relationship. Let me know what you guys think! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა )

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“No way!” 

You sit on the porch of the Butterfly Mansion as you converse with your friend. You both start to laugh in hysterics. You have been in the Corps for a year and your comrade for 8 months. Even though it hasn’t been long since you guys have met, you both get along as if y’all have been friends since the womb. You just told her a story of a recent mission you went on with Zenitsu and a few other members and how constantly fearful he was. You resisted laughing every time he yelped at the slightest noise, even if it was just the creases of your uniform brushing against itself. Once you two finished having your moment, she gasped and smiled widely. 

“You know, I heard that Master Shinazugawa has a brother in the Corps.” She gossiped randomly. You cock your head to the side and give her a concerned face. “Is that so?” You ask for confirmation. She nods rapidly. “Yeah, but, like, Master Shinazugawa says he doesn’t have a brother..so I find it weird. Say, didn’t you claim you had a crush on Mas-”

“NowwhendidyouhearmesaythatIhaveneversaidsuchathingin mylifedontstartspreadingrumorsaboutmebecauseyouknowgoodandwellthatidontlikehimlikethat.” 

You were clearly in denial. Your friend couldn’t help but smile maliciously. “Oh, come on, don’t deny the ways you feel!” She nudges you. You look in front of you, deep in thought.

.          .         .

About 2 months ago, you could recall going on a short mission with him. You heard many things about the white-haired male, none of them positive. You kept yourself strolling behind him and stayed quiet to avoid getting struck upside your head for saying the wrong things. It was you, him and 2 other members. You stared at the ground for most of the time until you feel air brush against your neck. You turn around, hand on the handle of your sword as you stand your guard. Once you detected that it might have just been the wind, you turned back and took a breath. However, instead of finding yourself looking at the vast forest and the group of slayers in front of you, a shadow towers over you. Bright white eyes without an iris somehow pierce your soul. It was a demon, standing in front of you and ready to kill. Then, a flicker of the reflection of the moon on the demon’s weapon shines in your peripheral right near your neck. 

This is it. You would die any second right now, you might as well close your eyes and hope for the best.

That was until you felt a huge gust of wind rush past you and something making contact with your skin as if cradling you. You thought for a second that you might be in heaven, but you opened your eyes to see arms lifting your back and legs. You look up and find Sanemi holding you against his chest, and his eyes were set on you. It wasn’t just the way he was looking at you though. It was the way he was so cradling you so close that you can feel his faint breath on your cheek. His face gave no expression as he lifted his head in the direction of the figure. Suddenly, Sanemi drops you onto the ground without remorse and instantly beheads the demon. Sure, it seemed like he only came to save you because it was his job, but you admired him so deeply from that one action that you had no choice but to look up to him. 

Seeing him in the Mansions and across the field of the Corps after the incident didn’t help either, as eventually, your mind became more scrambled until all you could think about was him.  About week later, You trotted into your best friend's room and closed the door, locking it. She turns around and smiles.

“Hey! What’s going o-”

“Do you remember that mission I want on with Master Shinazugawa?”

“Ye-”

“Sobasicallyhesavedmefrombeingdecapitatedbyademonbuthewascarryingmebridalstyleandohmygodhewassoclosetomeandiliterallycannotstopthinkingabouthim.” You say, jumbling your words and speaking so rapidly your friend could only just sit and smile.

“....Yes.”

.          .         .

“Oh, I guess I still do…” You say, responding to your friend's statement and putting your hands up to your face and pinching the bridge of your nose. Your friend gives you a pat on the back. “You should talk to him more.” She says. Just that sentence makes you flinch. You felt like just saying hi to him could cause him to drag your face across the dirt. You give your friend a blank stare. 

“Have you lost your mind?”

She laughs. “What!? I mean, I’m sure he’s a nice guy if you get to know him. Maybe he’s misunderstood!” She shrugs.

She does have a good point. You remember overhearing two kakushi conversing about Sanemi’s backstory one day. Something about his mother turning into a demon and killing his siblings. Maybe Genya is his sibling, after all. Poor baby. You sigh and get up from the porch. “Well I got to get goi-” You start to turn to walk away, but as you lift your leg to pivot, your friend quickly swoops her foot under you, sweeping your grounded leg off of the wooden floor. You feel yourself falling, being caught off guard. She has never done this before. Does she hate you? Is she jealous? Will this turn into a love scandal? Are you gonna die? Thoughts fill your mind as air rushes against your back, bringing you down…down….

“Oh my fucking god.”

You feel rough hands grab your waist, bringing your drop to a halt. You look up to see Sanemi looking at you. Again. Your eyes go wide as you stare into his eyes, wondering what a coincidence it is that he shows up right as you were leaving from a conversation about him. It makes you flustered as blood rushes to your cheeks. Again, you find yourself insanely close to his face. Almost instantly, you’re lifted back to stable ground. You see Sanemi walk past you. “Stop falling. I’m not helping you next time.” He scoffs as he takes his leave. Your vision prolongs itself on Sanemi, taking in every lock of white hair on the back of his head, his arms covered in scars, big and without a doubt tight. Your friend snickers at you, and you shoot her a grimaced stare. “Oh, God! You looked so in love, I can’t!” You kept staring at her as she held her stomach in hysterics. You kiss your teeth, swearing to get her back when the time comes. 

After a few moments of recollecting, she gets up and plants her arm on your shoulder. “Goodness, you are so helpless. Also, I could’ve sworn he was looking you up and down as he was walking past you, oh my God and the fact that he remembers when you fell!…..I bet you wanna to-’

“Will you SHUT UP?” You turn and take your leave, overwhelmingly angry and flustered. She waves at you from behind. “We will talk later, Mrs. Shina-’

“NO!” You run faster.

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~ Mwah!

….why does he make my coochie tingly EHEHEHEHHHAHAHAHEHHEHHEEHEHE-

[gennemi]

NSFW Alphabet (Sanemi Shinazugawa) 

A/N: getting back into writing!!! So why not post this?

Warnings: Smut MINORS DNI

A-Aftercare (What are they like after?) 

In my opinion I think Sanemi would treat you like a queen afterwards, make sure you're clean, give you some water, possibly even run a hot bath for you, cause we know you're possibly gonna be sore afterwards, this man would shower you in so much affection afterwards. (Please give this man so much love he's a touch starved soul) 

B- Body Part (what is their favorite body part on them, on their S/O?) 

. I think Sanemi would love his arms, because man's can lift you up with ease. He's a strong man. 

. I feel his favorite body part on you, he loves your thighs. He loves that when he goes down on you, he loves the feel of them wrapping around him. 

C- Cum (where do they like to Cum at?) 

He loves to cum inside you, but at times he loves to see you covered in it. He just gets the thrill of both and can't choose which one he likes most, so why not both? 

D- Dirty Secret (What's a dirty secret of theirs?) 

I feel like his dirty secret would be secretly he would want to have sex in a personal hot spring where it's just him and you. But he never says this out loud, because the poor man doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. 

E- Experience (How much Experience do they have?) 

Personally I feel like he didn't really have that much experience before you came along,(cause let's be honest man's never had the time for that because of being a Hashira)but at the same time the man knows what he's doing because he's not stupid. But once he gets with you he becomes more experienced. 

F- Favorite Position (what is their favorite position?) 

. Missionary (I feel like he would like this one because he wants to be as close to you as possible) 

. Doggy Style (he likes this one for obvious reasons, gets a view of your ass) 

Mating Press (he likes this one cause lets be honest man's probably has a breeding Kink)

69(it's obvious this man will probably love this position) 

G- Goofy (are they goofy or serious during it?) 

He is 100% serious during sex, he takes it very seriously but I feel like if it's your first time he will try and make you smile or giggle to help you calm down and relax. But other than that he's very serious about it. 

H- Hair (does the carpet match the drapes? How well groomed are they?) 

The carpet does indeed match the drapes. His hair down there is the same color as his hair-

I feel like he keeps it well trimmed or at times he will shave down there, he likes to keep it clean down there for those times. Because he's a very clean person. 

I- Intimacy (how are they during the moment?) 

He wants to make sure you are well prepped for it, because he would never want to hurt you. He showers your face with kisses to show you that he loves you dearly. So all and all this man is intimate with you, and is a softy for you. 

J- Jack Off (do they jack off) 

I feel like he does, like if you're not in the mood that night, he would never ever force anything upon you (man's believes in consent) he would go pleasure himself. 

K- Kink (What are their kinks?) 

Choking (not like choking to the point it's hurting you so possibly light choking) 

Light Bondage (not to much bondage just light because again he doesn't want to ever hurt you) 

Breeding Kink (he has a major breeding kink)

L-Location (Where would they prefer to do the do?) 

I feel like he sort of lives on the edge? But at the same time doesn't want to force you to do that in a public setting. He would rather do it where you're more comfortable doing such an intimate thing at. So mostly keeping it in the bedroom. 

M-Motivation (What Turns them on? Gets them motivated?) 

I feel like simply just wearing Sanemi's clothes or just simply his Haori will turn him on, because seeing you all cute in his clothes just stirs something within him. 

N-NO (What they wouldn't do?) 

He would NEVER do anything that would ever hurt you. Spoilers Ahead for his past: he's been through so much growing up, and had an abusive dad. So all in all he would never ever hurt you in any way. 

O-Oral

He's definitely a giver! But wouldn't mind you giving him Oral. Hence why he loves 69ing. So that both of you can give each other Oral. 

P-Pace (Are they fast or rough? Or slow and sensual?) 

I feel like it depends on certain days he's slow and sensual and then there are certain days he's fast and rough. But he would always ask for consent first so he doesn't hurt you. 

Q- Quickie (Opinions on Quickies?) 

I think Sanemi wouldn't be against Quickies but wouldn't like them either, he wants to take his time with you, make you feel appreciated. 

R-Risk (do they take risks?) 

Sanemi would definitely be up to taking risks, but it all just depends on what you're into. So as I said before, consent is key when it comes to him. 

S-Stamina (how many rounds can they go? How long do they last) 

Do I even have to say anything? 

This man has soooo much stamina! He could possibly go about 4-6 rounds? But he wouldn't ever go overboard. He would last for a long time before climaxing. 

T- Toys (would they use toys) 

Toys wouldn't exist in that era but if it's modern AU I feel like yes he would possibly use a vibrator to tease you. 

U- Unfair (How unfair are they?) 

This man is a big tease! He would tease you before even getting to the actual event! 

V- Volume (How loud are they?) 

I feel like he groans, like breathy groans, and the groans get louder as he's close to his climax. 

W-Wild Card (Random headcanon) 

He wants kids with you but at the same time the era they live in with demons as a major threat keeps him from that dream. 

X- X-Ray (what's going on in those pants?) 

Woo boy. He's at least 5 or 6 when soft but when hard he's 9 inches and very thick. And has veins running along it. 

Y-Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) 

His sex drive is high, especially when he's very stressed, when he's stressed because of a mission his sex drive is so much more high. 

Z-Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep?) 

He doesn't fall asleep before you, he wants to make sure you are comfortable first and that you fall asleep first before he does. 

[lizajane2]

Look i love Nezuko and Tanjiro’s bond just as much as the next person. But you don't understand how much the relationship between Genya and Sanemi means to me, despite it being so strained now. They used to be so close and still love each other so deeply it's not even funny.

IF YOU DON’T LIKE SPOILERS SCROLL AWAY!!

Sanemi is terrified to lose Genya and not just by death itself, (I tear up just thinking about this) but Genya could easily become a demon just like their mother and Sanemi would have this sense of responsibility as a demon slayer and as a brother to kill Genya. And that on top of the guilt he has been carrying for years... the idea of that happening shakes Sanemi to his core. It's why he's pissed at Genya for eating demons. It's why he uses unnecessary violence to force Genya to stop being a Demon Slayer. Is it justified to try and blind your brother? No, but I get it. And i won’t hold it against him. Cause Sanemi does love his brother. Deeply.

And Genya, is such a sweet soul. He's trying so hard to catch up to Sanemi and become someone he's proud of calling his brother. I love that he's not angry with Sanemi for his behavior, he knows why and understands; he doesn't hold it against him. He just wants to make amends and be brothers again.

I mean LOOK!!! LOOK GOD DAMN IT:

Genya has always looked up to Sanemi, and still does. He wants to be brothers again. But Sanemi’s fear won’t allow it. And the way I would’ve exchanged my very soul to keep Sanemi and Genya in this moment, as brothers, happy, and the way I would’ve killed everything to keep that smile on Sanemi forever.

Sanemi here is angry, grieving, frantic, desperate and he’s pleading. “Nemi will figure something out,” and he’s still trying to protect Genya even when he knows there’s nothing he can do.

I am going to be such a fucking mess when I see Genya die, when I hear Sanemi beg and scream and cry. It’s truly gonna fucking break me.

Edit: Also who the hell called Sanemi a child abuser?! He is nothing like his daddy. NOTHING. Sanemi has always had kindness in his heart and has always wanted to protect others.

[oopsitszuli]

"And At Last, I See The Light" (Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader) Part 2.

Welcome back, everyone!! I got a bunch of requests to make a part two to this fic, and i figured it would be a good 2-year anniversary post for this blog! I started this blog with Sanemi, and now here we are!! I hope you enjoy it!!

Word count: 3.7k

Songs to listen too while reading: The Archer(Taylor swift), In my room( Chance Peña), Say yes to heaven(Lana Del Rey), No.1 Party Anthem(The Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: Angst, cursing, self-hate, panic attack descriptions, mentions of death, fighting, and blood.

“Have I ever told you that your eyes are striking- no, dazzling… no, that’s not enough.” Sanemi thought for a moment, “You are absolutely captivating.” 

Sanemi’s hands fell from her arms, his body stiffening as he looked at the woman across from him. What had he just said? Why would he ever let himself say something like that? Something so completely idiotic, sudden, brash….Vulnerable. That’s it, the word that always left a poisonous taste on his tongue. Why would Sanemi have ever let himself say something so vulnerable? His mind was already racing with questions. Was It the rush of emotions? Was it the influence of the color of her eyes? 

Sanemi’s attention snapped back to the present, and he watched helplessly as her eyes widened. Her vibrant eyes, gods, Sanemi was enraged by how captivated he had already become. He always believed that the phrase ‘eyes are the window to someone’s soul’ was utter bullshit, but now, looking at her, he couldn’t do anything but finally believe. The way the hues blended together effortlessly into a dreamy painting made Sanemi want to curse out loud. Had he always missed views this stunning? How many days did he go missing something just like this? Her face peered up at him, her wide eyes laced with a mixture of shock and surprise, her cheeks alight with a furious blush. Every inch of her was radiating in a color that Sanemi swore could only ever work on her, and no one else could dare try and dawn the same shades with the same heavenliness as she. 

“What did you just say?” Sanemi’s heart stopped for a second before its beat resumed at a highly uncomfortable pace. Her face shifted slightly, an eyebrow-raising as she continued to stare up at the now panicked Sanemi. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, searching desperately for something he could say in place of his true words. He had promised himself never to be vulnerable like this around someone again, and he had already let it get too far by opening a soft spot in his soul for the woman across from him. Vulnerability like this would get him killed, and right now, he felt as though a katana had just pierced through his chest with little to no effort. The new look on her face, the confusion, was sickening. Sanemi could hear her internal monologue already… ‘Who does this creep think he is?’ Or ‘I’m far too perfect for a scarred monster; why would he ever think that I would feel anything other than friendship to him?’ God forbid, ‘Ha! Friendship, I’m only kind to him out of pity; honestly, it’s tiring.’ The thoughts running through his mind of what she might think of him were deathly as Sanemi continued to stare down at the woman. In the deepest retreats of his mind, a part of himself yelled loudly, begging for Sanemi to finally let someone in again, almost on the verge of tears as they screamed in his ears. Sanemi only shrugged off the voice, ignoring the desperate being begging for love just like he had done for so long. Everyone he loved was taken from him. From his family to Masachika, Kanae, and if he dared ever utter the words to (Y/n), she would be the next victim of his affection. He couldn’t do it to her. To curse someone so good and so full of light with something as poisoning as his love. It would be a fate worse than being turned into a demon. 

“Nothing.” He stammered, turning on his heel as the pounding in his chest quickened. It was dizzying, the beating in his chest; everything around him was so bright and so noisy, and his mind truly couldn’t move fast enough to catch up with his new world. The colors hurt, the noise was disorienting, and the knowledge of one of the people he cared about the most standing behind him watching him unfold clawed itself into his brain. Sanemi’s breathing was rapid as the Hashira thought deeply about his next move; to him, it was a simple choice; he would disappear in an instant, retreating to his estate and hiding there for however long he needed. But, like most of his other plans, he was interrupted by the one person who could tear his world down in near seconds. 

“No. No, Sanemi, don’t say that. Please, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it.” (Y/n) begged him as her hand took anchor on his wrist. Her voice was shaky, only adding to the sickness Sanemi felt rising in his stomach. “Don’t run away from me, please. Just say it one more time.” Her grip tightened, and Sanemi remained frozen in place. The world around him seemingly taunted his soul as it began to spin rapidly, the directions changing in an instant. He tore his wrist free from her grip as he stumbled forward, trying to stifle the broken gasps that tried to break through his lips. All he had to do was say it again, and then she would either leave or stay. But the idea of her leaving him left his heart breaking, and the idea of her staying for a monster like him just furthered his panic. She deserved so much more than him. He was an asshole, a coward, an overly emotional wreck, a murderer, and someone who couldn’t even protect his own family.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was a demon. 

And who could ever love someone that couldn’t even love himself?

“I can’t.” His voice was strained, hoarse, and broken by every heavy gasp that dared interrupt him. He felt her reaching for him; he felt the warmth, the love, the promise of something good, and in an instant, Sanemi disappeared with the wind. Leaving (Y/n) (L/n) alone and abandoning any hope of being something more than the coward he saw himself as. 

Sanemi crashed through the doors to his estate, his chest heaving with each dizzying step he took. Bedroom, all he had to do was make it to his bedroom, and he could collapse there. But, It seemed as though his body was determined to take out anything in its way, crashing against the poorly decorated walls of his estate, knocking anything hanging on the walls to the floors, splaying the wood with shattered glass from picture frames and blood that dripped from a newly opened wound on Sanemi’s arm. Sanemi gasped as he stumbled forward, tripping over his own feet and meeting the cold floor of his home with no preparation. Any breath remaining in his lungs was stolen from him greedily, leaving the wind Hashira gasping for relief as warm water began to trickle down his cheeks. His nose was pressed flush against the floor, a dull throbbing already creeping its way across his face. After what seemed like an eternity, Sanemi rolled over. His back pressed firmly against the cold wood floor as the weight in his chest grew heavier with each second. His body shook as though the room around him was below freezing, and his hands grabbed desperately at the clothes on his torso, attempting to free himself from the feeling coursing through his body. 

‘Don’t run away from me, please.’ The one thing (Y/n) asked of him, and Sanemi couldn’t even give her that. How could he ever give her anything else? Happiness, freedom, love? He could do nothing, but he still went ahead and gave her hope with that one simple line. ‘You are absolutely captivating.’ It was so easy to say in the heat of the moment. When nothing felt detrimental, nothing felt final, and it was simply him and her alone and in peace. But now, he had run away, ruined her night and most likely her week, and all he would lay alone on the cold floors of his home with his vision blurry, chest heaving, heart pounding, and the world flickering In and out of sight. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing. Any technique he could find he tried, but nothing was working, instead he lay motionless on his floor, crying consistently. And Sanemi would stay there, gasping for air and exhausted, until he eventually passed out twenty minutes later. 

The following week that passed was nothing but a blur to Sanemi. From the moment he woke up to a group of screaming kakushi surrounding him In his home to now, where he stood alone in the middle of his private training arena, it was all nothing but a cruel haze. But, haze or not, the events that took place a week ago had burned themselves in his brain, taking joy in haunting his dreams nightly as if he didn’t already have a pile of shit to unpack. Seeing colors had changed so much in his life, and it was taking Sanemi more time than he thought to adjust. From realizing the horrid decoration skills, he had dawned to being haunted by any color that reminded him of (Y/n), seeing colors was turning out to be more of a burden than a blessing. 

‘(Y/n)…’ He found himself staring at the vibrant blue sky, getting lost in thought with little to no effort. ‘I hope she’s ok…and I hope she isn’t still angry with me.’ He sighed in defeat. He may have been living in a blur for the past week, but he assured himself that he would never allow himself to come into contact with the Hashira that had taken possession of his mind and soul. He avoided her at every turn, and still, he held out desperate hope that in another week, they would return to their old ways. If she were still mad, though, Sanemi could never be upset about it. He ran way, he was the coward, but in his mind, it was the safest bet. Hopefully, she understood that. In the meantime, he would continue to try and return to normalcy. Training the brats, going on scouting missions, going on regular missions, anything and everything that could distract Sanemi became his best friend. 

Today felt different though; as the winds slowly shifted, Sanemi couldn’t help but feel as though something big was about to happen. And with the flapping of crows wings, Sanemi felt as though he would get his answer. 

“Caw! Orders from Oyakata-sama!” The bird screeched loudly as it landed on a nearby training dummy Sanemi had yet to destroy. Sanemi ran his hand through his hair, urging the crow to continue silently. He listened intently as the crow detailed the mission Sanemi would be sent on. A lone town in the mountains has been rampaged by attacks of supposed demon hoards nightly, and all slayers sent there thus far have failed to complete their mission, either returning in utter hysterics or not returning at all. Therefore, Oyakata deemed Sanemi and another Hashira suitable for the job. 

“Who is the other Hashira?” Sanemi asked, silently praying for it to be anyone other than (Y/n). At this point, he would even prefer Tomioka over her, which was a thought that made Sanemi sick. He never wanted to avoid (Y/n); even going a day without talking to her was torture, but he didn’t know what else to do. How could he ever face her again after the shit he pulled? 

“That cannot be disclosed at this time!” The bird chirped, much to Sanemi’s annoyance. His hand waved through the air, sending the bird to the sky in an instant with the gesture. It bid him farewell as it flew off, disappearing in the bright blue sky in a matter of seconds. 

“Stupid fucking bird.” Sanemi cursed under his breath before turning on his heel. He would be the first to admit that his heart was racing, nerves at the idea of being paired on a mission with (Y/n) was making him sick, but still, he continued forward, beginning the trek back to his estate to prepare for the upcoming mission. 

The gods truly hated Sanemi Shinazugawa. They had to; it was the only explanation as to why he arrived at the meeting point a few miles outside of the town and (Y/n) was standing there, the smile she normally wore long wiped off of her face. Their eyes met, Sanemi’s laced with shame and hers laced with disappointment. The look in her eyes could have killed him at first glance, the vibrancy and life were seemingly washed away, and her eyes were puffy, most likely due to crying. She looked at him with such disdain, anger and sadness written across her face and disappointment in her tone when she finally spoke to him.  

“The town is only a few miles away…we will be there by nightfall.” She didn’t look at him longer than a few minutes before she walked down the road, leaving him to follow her. Sanemi stood still, breathless, as he watched her walk away. She was so….lifeless, and the realization that hit him almost knocked him to the ground. 

He had broken her heart. 

They walked to the town in silence, not even the sound of the nightingales in the distance breaking through the tension between the pair. Sanemi searched for something to say desperately, be it an excuse or something to return them to the friendship they shared only a week ago, but no matter what he tried, the words fell short on his tongue. Upon reaching the town, a few words were finally shared, though they were none of the words he wished to hear. 

“We should split up…I think the way the demon is overwhelming the villagers and demon slayers is by hiding its main body and splitting off into other demons it can control…” (Y/n) spoke grimly, not looking at the other Hashira as she did. 

“That sounds a lot like upper moon four that the Kamado kid fought...Maybe we'll get lucky and get to fight an upper moon.” Sanemi attempted a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. 

“Well, it’s not; that demon is dead, now get to work, Shinazugawa.” And with that, (Y/n) disappeared into the night. Sanemi was left alone, dumbstruck at the sudden absence she created. Was this how she felt when he left? No. She must have felt so much worse…After he ruined the hope she held in her heart, he deserved to feel just as bad as he made her feel. Sanemi continued further into the village, his mind captured by the idea of how royally he had fucked up. He should have just admitted his compliment, hell he should have admitted his adoration for her, but no, he just had to be stubborn as always. ‘What if she dies? She’ll die thinking you hate her. Are you such a miserable bitch that you couldn’t even admit that you complimented someone you care about?’ Sanemi’s thoughts ran wild through his head, clouding his thoughts so easily that it felt as though it was a common occurrence. His head hung low, eyes fixated on the ground, and even the sudden presence of a demon behind him didn’t tear his eyes from where they were focused. He unsheathed his Katana in seconds, waving it through the air and decapitating the demon effortlessly. The beast screamed, most likely calling on his companions, and finally, Sanemi’s eyes lifted from the ground. His eyes slightly widened, five demons surrounded him, although he knew they would be no issue for him. One charged, and he let them hit him, cutting open a gash on his arm and effectively subjecting them to the drunken wave that followed the scent of his blood. The more that drew near, the more Sanemi felt himself caring less about this mission, only concerned about if (Y/n) had located the central body. More demons charged him, and with a wave of his sword, they were decapitated, establishing himself as a hearty threat to the remaining demon figures. 

“Two Hashira? For us?” One demon cackled, prideful in his supposed power. Sanemi groaned in annoyance. 

“Maybe this one will be as fun as the girl. She looked so lost trying to get away from all of them, oh and her face when they held her down…just proves that Hashira aren’t as strong as they say..” Another demon spoke up. In an instant, Sanemi’s world froze, he blinked, and in a second, the demons were decapitated leaving him running around the village screaming out (Y/n)’s name. If she got hurt because of a mass amount of demons, Sanemi would never forgive himself. He ruined her week, made her miserable, and now he let her run off alone to fight demons that had claimed the lives of twenty Demon Slayers. 

Sanemi ran faster than he ever had before, weaving down alleyways, running atop buildings, slamming his body to the ground when he took a far too sudden turn, but still, he ran. His chest was heaving as panic consumed him; there was one more place in the village he had yet to search, and if she wasn’t there, he was sure the inevitable had come true. First his mother, his siblings, Masachika, Kanae…and now her. Sanemi always did this to himself. He made the same mistake of caring for someone in a world where demons existed. 

He rounded the corner, his feet coming to a halt. The only thing there was a forest line, the scent of demons, and a pool of blood seeping into the dirt road beneath him. To his knees, he fell, a broken cry escaping his throat so hoarsely it felt as though he was being strangled. His hands stretched out in front of him, falling to the ground before they reached the pool of blood; no matter what he told himself, the facts were indisputable. The pool of blood before him was a human’s blood, the demon stench lingering so heavily it made him choke on the air, the words those lesser demons had repeated….(Y/n) was dead. Sanemi felt as though he was going to be sick at the realization; all the pent-up emotions he had hidden from her were finally taking control, though they were too late. They were always too late. 

“Please…Please, no, don’t do this to me. I can’t lose you too.” Sanemi gasped, his head falling down and pressing flush against the dirt road he had collapsed on. “Please….Please (Y/n), don’t leave me; I know I fucked up. I should have told you the truth, I should have said it again. Should have told you how captivating you are, how much I look forward to talking to you, how badly I want to eat dinner with you, how badly I loved you.” There It was. The word he had run from for so long. Love, the thing that could tear your heart out so suddenly and leave you alive to face the repercussions. Sanemi hated the admittance, he hated uttering the word, but now, he’d never get to say it to her face. She was dead, and he was here; his words would forever go unheard by the one woman that made his whole world bright once again. 

“You love me?” The words that reached his ears came from in front of him, belonging to a singsongy voice he had grown to adore. Sanemi pushed himself from the ground in an instant, his eyes laden with tears and his chest heaving. The figure before him, the woman standing in front of him with a bandaged leg and a stern look on her ethereal face, it was (Y/n).

“Are you real?” Sanemi choked out, his eyes flickering from the pool of slowly drying blood to the woman before him. 

“Do you love me?” She only repeated herself, looking down at the Hashira, who remained knelt on the ground. Sanemi choked in a deep breath, his hands shaking as he gently took her hands in his. Oh so gently, he lifted her hands to his lips, placing delicate kisses across her gentle skin in an effort to test if she were real or not. 

“I do, and I’m a coward for not admitting it earlier. I love you so deeply; your voice haunts every waking moment of my day; when I see certain things, all I’m reminded of is you; when I sit down at dinner, I imagine what it would be like to have you there with me…I love you so much it scares me, and I think that you deserve so much better. But I can’t bare to see you with anyone else, so if you’ll allow me, I want to become better for you….Please, I’m so sorry.” His voice was breathy as he spoke, his eyes locking on hers from where he knelt on the ground. 

“After what you put me through…I should hate you.” Her words struck him to his core, and Sanemi nodded as she continued. “But no matter what I did, I couldn’t. I asked anyone who would listen for advice, and if they gave me an answer that related to never speaking to you again, I yelled at them. I wanted to be mad at you so badly, but I was hurt more than anything. Sanemi, I love you so much, and I need you to prove to me that you have the capability of loving me openly…I will not be loved in secrecy.” (Y/n) finished talking as she gently pulled on Sanemi’s hands, urging him to stand. He stood slowly, his eyes not leaving hers as he did. 

“How could I ever hide my love for someone as perfect as you?” Sanemi whispered softly, leaning forward before pressing his forehead gently against hers. He remained still, his eyes shut tight before the feeling of her lips on his consumed her. Her arms were around him in a matter of moments, kissing him deeply as a smile formed on his scarred face. 

“Please, never be scared to talk to me. I want you to walk with me through all stages of life. And I want you to walk with me in the light; no more hiding in the shadows.” A soft sigh left (Y/n)’s lips as she spoke. “May the dawn that shines on me always shine upon you, my love.”

Tag List: @sobbing-bunny @ledafox @abandonedhhearts

[dreamersville]

hi my dear, can i request sanemi (and other hashiras, if you want) helping the f!reader with her curly hair?!

a cute moment for my soul🫶🏽

im so glad you put this idea in my head because whattttttttt HELLOOOOOOOO. anyways i got slighty carried away... *smile* but here you go my love <3. i also didnt include any others .. my bad, but yea hope you enjoy and so sorry this took so long, i didnt even see it till just now... SORRYYYYYYYYYYY 🫂🫂🫂🫂 thank you requesting my girll💜💜💜!!!!! request are open

pairing? sanemi x black!fem!reader

tw. i just be curing and what not my bad

Sanemi is OBSESSED with your hair, it was the first thing he noticed about your fr. so ofc when yall got together he wanted to know everything, what products you use to keep your hair so bouncy? How does it smell so good? How is it so soft? Will you marry him? Boyyyyyyy. Anyways he didn't want to overwhelm you with these questions so he didn't say anything but after he witness firsthand how much time and effort that you put into washday and how tired you were cleaning up all your brushes and combs and all the hair that shedding during the detangling process. He couldn't stand to see how worn out you were after so he asked to help. Now every Wednesday (unless he is on a mission then he tells you to wait..) it's wash day. And he helps you with washing your hair, he takes the showerhead from you to make sure all parts of your hair is drenched especially if you have low porosity hair. He always makes sure to get a nice lather on your hair by getting shampoo in real nice. Scalp massagesssss>>>>>>>>. At first he was fucking terrible at detangle, ripping thru your fucking hair like it some grass or sum, but you nip that shit i the bud so quick cayse unt unt hunny what the fuck was that. He was pouting outside the door when you put him out and did the detangling process by yourself. He got better, not the best but he was trying. He be trying to do his lil thing with the blow dryer but they dont work out like you thought they would, (like negro aint you a WIND hashira.. righttt). He has a whole pinterest playlist on hairstyles for you to try but he is not about to tell you to your face, so he gotta be slick about suggesting hairstyles. Will walk around with his hand holding your ponytail cause you finally got it to the point where its not lopsided, but your last scrunchie popped and you had nomo around so ofc you called your man like duh. You forced him to watch videos about how to do twists and braids so that he could help you out. Putting that man to work as you should, but he is in love so it don’t even matterr. Like he loves helping you with your curls, it's a different type of intimacy that he didn't get to experience in his youth so ofc he is going to cherishh this time that he gets with you. OMGGGGG IMAGINE HOW HE IS WITH YALL KIDSSSSSS YALLLLLLLLLL, OMGGGGG imagine having the iconicccc container full of barrettes, ribbons, bows, headband etc. Mans is going all outttt on yall lil girl hair making sure she always wins the best hair category fytbb. Now he might have knocked bbygirl in the head with a few balls on accident but he always made it up with kisses and ice cream. Always make sure to brush and comb your daughter's hair when she isn't gonna be tender headed by her mammy. He would have him on his lap showing her pictures of the styles he was going to do just going on and on and on and onnnn like okay we get it you happy wrap it up na. His son has more of his hair texture but slightly more curly and a tadddd bit thicker than his and he aint know wtf to do. He took his ass right back to youtube and figured it out cause he wasnt about to let his son walk around looking any kinda way. He always makes sure his hair is moisturized but not overly so, making sure the ends do not split yawp yawpp. Need a him in my life fr. yall he was sooo sad when his son go his first haircut. He such a sap yall i canttt. OMGGGGGG yall have matching bonnets/durags and its just so cuteee yall. Omg im making myself want kids …

[yourlocalirlgenya]

more sanemi rant [old]

Fkk, where do I even start with Sanemi Shinazugawa? He is, without a doubt, the epitome of a complex, multi-layered character that I just can't get enough of. From the moment he first appeared ii the manga n serie. I was absolutely captivated by his fierce intensity nd raw, untamed energy. There's something so magnetic about his wild, untamed spirit that just draws you in and refuses to let go.First, let's talk about his looks. Nemi is the embodiment of rugged, scarred beauty. His silverly white hair, spiked in all directions, gives him this wild, untamed look that perfectly complements his fierce personality, it makes my heart race. Those piercing eyes, always filled with a mix of anger and pain, are so captivating. They tell a story of suffering, loss, and relentless determination. They're so purple and remind me of a beautiful shiny amethyst. And those scars!! Each one is like a badge of honor, a testament to his battles and his unyielding resolve. They each talk about a different story, about himself, about who he is... There's something so incredibly alluring about his rugged, battle-hardened appearance that just makes my heart race.But it's not just about his looks. Sanemi's personality is what truly sets him apart. He's tough, abrasive, and often downright hostile, but underneath that rough exterior is a heart that's been deeply scarred by tragedy. His harsh demeanor is a shield, a way to protect himself and those he cares about from the pain of loss. There's something so heartbreakingly beautiful about his vulnerability, hidden beneath layers of anger and bitterness. He's a man who's suffered so much, yet continues to fight with every ounce of his being. His strength, both physical and emotional, is nothing short of awe-inspiring.And then there's his fighting style. Oh my, watching Sanemi in battle is like watching a force of nature. His Wind Breathing techniques are so fluid and powerful, each strike executed with such precision and ferocity. The way he moves, with such grace and lethal intent, is nothing short of mesmerizing. He fights with a raw, primal intensity that's both terrifying and exhilarating to watch. It's clear that every battle he enters, he does so with his whole heart and soul, fighting not just to win, but to protect those he loves.Sanemi's relationship with his younger brother, Genya, is another aspect that makes him so compelling. The deep bond they share, despite all the pain and misunderstandings, is incredibly touching. Sanemi's fierce protectiveness over Genya, coupled with his inability to express his emotions in a healthy way, adds so much depth to his character. It's a poignant reminder that beneath all his anger and aggression lies a deep well of love and devotion.In essence, Sanemi Shinazugawa is a character of contrasts and complexities. He's fierce yet vulnerable, aggressive yet protective, hardened by battle yet capable of deep, unwavering love. His journey, filled with pain, loss, and relentless determination, is one that I find endlessly fascinating. He is, without a doubt, one of the most captivating and unforgettable characters I've ever encountered. I could go on and on about him forever, but suffice it to say, Sanemi Shinazugawa has completely and utterly captured my heart since the day he appeared on the pages of the manga, and in the screen.

sanemi shinazugawa, the unparalleled wind hashira from "demon slayer"? my heart races just thinking about him! his fierce demeanor, his relentless determination, and that ruggedly handsome face – he’s the very definition of perfection.sanemi is a whirlwind of contradictions that makes him endlessly fascinating. on one hand, he’s this seemingly cold, harsh individual with an unyielding, brash personality. he has that steely gaze, those piercing eyes that seem to bore right into your soul, and a scowl that could make even the bravest demons tremble. his scars, each telling a story of countless battles fought and won, only add to his rugged allure. but beneath that hardened exterior lies a heart as fierce as his will, a deep-seated sense of justice, and an unwavering commitment to protect humanity at any cost.his backstory is heart-wrenching, filled with loss and pain, yet it’s a testament to his incredible strength and resilience. despite the tragedies he’s faced, he channels all his pain and anger into becoming one of the strongest hashira. his wind breathing techniques are nothing short of spectacular, each move executed with precision and ferocity. watching him fight is like witnessing a deadly dance of raw power and unparalleled skill – it’s utterly mesmerizing.what really captivates me about sanemi is his complexity. he’s not just a one-dimensional character; he’s a labyrinth of emotions and experiences. he’s fiercely protective of his comrades, even if he doesn’t show it in conventional ways. his relationship with his younger brother, genya, is particularly poignant. despite their estranged relationship and his seemingly harsh treatment of genya, it’s evident that sanemi’s actions are driven by a deep, albeit misguided, sense of love and protectiveness.and let’s not forget his physical prowess. sanemi’s muscular build, the sinewy strength evident in every movement, his untamed silver hair – he’s the epitome of raw, untamed beauty. his presence alone is enough to command attention and respect. there’s a wild, almost primal energy about him that’s utterly intoxicating. every scene with sanemi is electrifying. his confrontations, his moments of vulnerability, and even his silent brooding moments add layers to his character. he’s a storm, fierce and unrelenting, but also capable of moments of breathtaking calm and clarity. his journey, his struggles, and his ultimate redemption are elements that make him not just a compelling character, but an unforgettable one.in the world of "demon slayer," where each character is rich and multi-faceted, sanemi shinazugawa stands out as a beacon of strength, complexity, and raw emotional depth. i’m utterly, hopelessly obsessed with him – his story, his strength, his spirit. he’s not just a character; he’s an inspiration, a testament to the human (and, in his case, somewhat superhuman) capacity to endure, to fight, and to protect those we love, no matter the cost.

[chaoslulled]

it wasn't your fault. * sanemi.

BLOOD. there was always so much blood. looking down at her broken body, at the red that stained him. his robes, his hair, his hands, his life. the broken look on genya's face. the way that he is nothing but that moment. the way that he is fractured into the person he had been before and after. how he still has nightmares about that night –––– cleaver in hand, the hacking blows, the sounds of snarls and hits on flesh until the morning light broke. until she had begun to burn away but he would remain. but he would REMAIN. he would carry the burden, the mark of her death, the start of his rebirth. it would cost him everything, and yet he wants for everything just the same. he has heard of her –––– woman with a similar story, bodies, blood, knives. but he looks down on her. on her words, on her kindness –––– he does not need sweet lies. he has honed himself, body and soul, and he does not need sentiment. he only needs strength. ❝  don't make the mistake that i need your pity. i have made terms with my life. ❞

[giggly-squiggily]

i saw the sanekana headcanons and oh my gosh what a feast but i want to talk about the brief mention of sanemi and mitsuri being bffs because... yes!! 😍😍

imagine mitsuri tells some of her friends in high school (because she's a bit younger so she'd still be in school when he's already in university) that a friend of hers is gonna pick her up and then it's sanemi shinazugawa whom most of them only know as that one super rude guy that always causes trouble. and to imagine mitsuri hopping on his motorcycle and waving excitedly at her friends as they drive off while sanemi doesn't even look at them 😂

they would have this dynamic where sanemi stands behind mitsuri all the time and glares at everyone who's being weird to her but every once in a while she steps up for him (mostly when people are looking down on him or act a little asshole-ish about is scars or something like that) and whenever that happens he literally has to drag her away because she keeps going off on them 🤣💕

and mitsuri noticing that he's so insecure about the colorblindness and buying flowers, please, my heart cannot take it 🥺 it probably starts when valentines day is coming up and mitsuri drags sanemi along to go buy flowers for obanai and she notices how he stops all the time and looks at the flowers in a kind of hesitant way. and she probably doesn't want him to be too embarrassed, so she says something like: "kanae would love these, those are her favorite colours" and he looks at her and quietly says: "you sure?" and it breaks her heart a teeeeny tiny bit 🥹❤️❤️😭

- 🐼non

AHHH I LOVE THESE HOLY-

-Sanemi pulling up on his motorcycle, a bright pink flowery helmet in hand so Mitsuri will be safe. He lets her hug him before telling her to hurry up before "we bail on Mcdonalds" (Total bluff- he still got her food). Sanemi not even looking back at her HS friends his hilarious akreajrkaewrkjaerkjaewkjr She's all happy and smiling while her friends are just: O-O''

-AH GOD I LOVE THAT!!! Protective Sanemi; he's got the scary glare and guard dog vibe while Mitsuri's charming the pants off everyone she meets. I like to think they go out together with everyone- maybe bowling, karaoke- whatever; and some dude's chatting her up, flirting with her and she's fairly oblivious to it cause she's having such a great day with her friends. The dude goes to "help" her adjust her grip on the bowling ball and Sanemi's right there like: "Alright buddy- paws off." She didn't need help of course- the girl's got quite the arm- something everyone learns when she rolls the ball with so much force it puts a dent in the of the back wall-whoops.

-MITSURI HELP! She's vicious when she wants to be- especially in regards to her big brother figure. Sanemi's scary, but he's also such a sensitive soul? He won't show it, but he bleeds easily- and Mitsuri knows this so if someone's talking smack or being gross regarding his face or scars or vibe she's all: "WHO ARE YOU? SANEMI'S AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND YOU'RE JUST A PIECE OF-" He has to carry her off at that point before she starts throwing hands akjrjearkjaekjrkja It's a liiiiiiittle embarrasing but also lowkey he loves it cause he knows she'll be fine in the world.

-Canon moment! Sanemi can't write as we know; I think for the AU he might have some form of dysgraphia (learning disability that affects writing). Typing is a breeze but handwriting? Nope- not at all. Mitsuri on the other hand has gorgeous handwriting and writes all his notes for him when he can't use his laptop or recording device (also she helps him with notes to Kanae shhhh~ It's his words she just writes them down; maybe she gives some suggestions here or there).

-Mitsuri and Sanemi with the colorblindness oh my HEART!!! He has so much faith in her and Mitsuri is the queen of flower giving; she gets all the details from Shinobu (they're in the same class I've decided) about what Kanae loves and relays it back to Sanemi. It's not just with flowers of course- anything with colors and patterns he'll send a picture to Mitsuri like: "What is it and do you think she'd like it?" (75% it's "Love the pattern, not the color. The one to the left of it- yes." 20% of the time it's "That's the one great pic!" and 5% it's "Sanemi that's a Venus Fly Trap")

-Okay so; Little time skip; I feel like Mitsuri when she graduates she comes to the same University Sanemi attends (he put in a good word for her and it's in town) and that's where she meets Obanai. It's pretty much love at first sight (at least that's how Sanemi sees it lols) and now he gets the opportunity to play matchmaker like she did for him. Still very "Break her heart and I'll break your legs" to his bestie but like; also "She loves pink and cute stuff and food. Good luck bud." You know? They help each other out klarkjaekjrajkrkja

Thank you for sharing, these were beyond precious! :D

[sanemisfav]

Well y'all wanted it so here you have it. Let me tell you it isn't that good so don't get your expectations up. Happy reading :3

❦ Pairings: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Tomioka Giyuu

❦ Genre : Fluff

❦ Warning: manga spoilers

❦ Word count: 1054

❦ au: original au

(Note: some of y'all may have read this in ao3)

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Green? Emerald? What?

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It was one lovely evening, peaceful in fact. Everything seemed to calm and peaceful now ever since the battle with the demon king. Thankfully he is now long gone, but at what cost? The cost of losing their comrades and beloved ones.

Fortunately, some comrades managed to make it out and survive. Few of those survivors being none other than the former Wind Hashira and Water Hashira.

Sanemi and Giyuu didn't have the best relationship when they were still in their demon slaying days. But ever since defeating Kibutsuji, they've been getting along well.

No one expected them to fall in love with each other as time passes. Not even themselves.

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Present time.

It was a nice afternoon, with the cloudy weather and the wind breezing from time to time. Sanemi loved days like this.

Sanemi was sitting on his engawa, alongside him was his lover, the former Water Hashira. He'd never thought he'd be into men, specifically Tomioka Giyuu. The man he thought he'd hate for the rest of his life was now his fucking boyfriend. Not that he was complaining now, but if he told his past self this, he'd probably throw a fit and kill himself on the spot.

Throwing that aside, the two men were enjoying the peaceful scenary, occasionally trying to make small talk and throwing back "I love yous" to each other to not make the peaceful silence into an awkward silence.

It was quiet again until Sanemi spoke up. "Can you turn around?"

"Why?", was what Giyuu replied with, he didn't budge. Sanemi rolled his eyes at his reply.

" What do you think? That I would ask you to turn around out of the blue?" Sanemi retorted.

"To splash tea in my face again." Giyuu blandly replied back.

"That was a long time ago..", Sanemi paused then continued, "I just wanna see your face, can I not see your face anymore?"

Giyuu blushed at the question, "It's not that.. Just don't want tea getting splashed on my face.. again."

Sanemi snickered, "I won't do it again.. Promise. I just wanna see your face."

With that, Giyuu turned around, now facing his lover. "Now what? Are we just gonna stare at each other until our eye sockets fall off?" Giyuu teased.

"That wouldn't be such a bad idea honestly.." Sanemi teased back but got hit on the chest, lightly.

Sanemi chuckled and suddenly got a glimpse of Giyuu's eyes. Giyuu's eyes. He has never noticed them that much, but now, he thinks they're so mesmerizing. So easy to get lost in. He got so lost in it that he didn't hear his name being called out.

" 'Nemi? Sanemi? Helloo??", Sanemi heard and when he blinked out of his daze, he saw Giyuu's hand waving in front of his face. "I'm here, I'm here..", Sanemi responded.

Giyuu sighed , " Thought your soul was dead for a moment..".

Sanemi didn't really hear what his partner said, his eyes still remaining eye contact with his lover's. Without thinking, he grabbed hold of Giyuu's chin and pulled him closer. Inches away from touching his lips.

Giyuu was surprised at the sudden pull in, he felt his face heat up at how close they are. Even though they've been together for a few months now, Giyuu would always blush at any romantic gestures Sanemi does.

After a minute of starring at each other, Giyuu heard his boyfriend spoke. "Have people ever told you that your eyes are so easy to get lost in?" Woah damn, Giyuu didn't expect that from him.

"Well.. I don't think so.." Giyuu muttered.

"How ridiculous..probably jealous on how magnificent your eyes are.." Sanemi paused then resumed. "Your eyes are just so perfect, the perfect shade of green. It's almost like your eye color is the exact same shade as emerald.."

What? Green? Emerald? He can't be serious. Giyuu was speechless for a whole minute.

Giyuu then pulled away from Sanemi's grasp on his chin and questioned, "Green..? Nemi what?"

Sanemi gave him a confused look, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Sanemi.. what color do you think my eyes are..?" Giyuu asked, how could his own boyfriend get his eye color wrong? Was he seeing someone else in him? There he started to overthink.

"Your eyes are green right?" Sanemi answered back. "Sanemi...my eyes are blue.."

"What.", was the first word that came out of Sanemi's mouth.

"How did you get my eye color wrong..?" Giyuu questioned. Still confused on how his own boyfriend thought his eyes were green.

"..I'm colorblind, Giyuu."

Giyuu's jaw dropped at the new information he heard, no wonder Sanemi is always asking what color is what!

"Why didn't you tell me?" Giyuu questions. "Well.. I thought you heard it from one of the Hashiras before they..you know, yea. Kocho knew I was colorblind so I thought you'd know too since she was the one you talked with the most." Sanemi answered back.

"I'm sorry..for not knowing sooner.." Giyuu said, now feeling guilty and sad that his boyfriend couldn't see a lot of colors clearly.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault for not knowing." Sanemi reassured, noticing a little sad look on his lover's face.

Giyuu was about to say something but got cut off, "Better stop right there before I kick your ass, I said it isn't your fault so don't blame yourself for not knowing."

Giyuu tried once again but everytime he did, Sanemi immediately covers his mouth, saying that it isn't his fault he didn't know he was colorblind.

Giyuu eventually gave up and just buried his head onto his boyfriend's chest.

"You know I love you right? Even though I didn't know that you were.." Giyuu's sentence trailed off and Sanemi knew what he wanted to say.

"I know that, I know you love me just as much as I love you. Though, can never beat the amount of love I have for you than you have for me." Sanemi teased, tryna cheer Giyuu up.

"I can never win against you can I?" Giyuu replied. "You do win against me, just not when it comes to my love for you." Sanemi spoke.

Giyuu giggled and gave Sanemi a peck on the lips. Before Giyuu could to pull away, Sanemi quickly pulled him back and kissed him passionately.

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The end, likes and reblogs appreciated ! :3

[aiyaxs]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ WELCOME TO AIYA'S BLOG !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ quick note: just in case you might be confused on what this is, this is basically an introduction to me, and my blog!

01. "THE PERFECT GIRL." lovestruck! satoru x gn! reader.

02. "ETERNITY." - my sanemi headcanon's.

03. "SKYLIGHT." bestfriend! satoru x gn! reader.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ continues later on soon.. (will edit once future work's are created and published.)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ oc's for the following fandom's.

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

01. Marohai Ulami - Grade 2 Sorcerer - Has romantic relation's with Suguru.

02. Lambodia Saki - Grade 1 Sorcerer - Has romantic relation's with Kento.

03. Hagi - Special Grade Curse - No romantic relation's with anybody.

KIMETSU NO YAIBA:

01. Molukai Isumu - Fear Hashira - Has romantic relation's with Sanemi.

02. Mai - Upper 4 (replacement for Hantengu) - Has romantic relation's with Akaza.

03. Ura Lakimo - Soul Hashira - Has romantic relation's with Tomioka.

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:

01. Aimu Hiroshima - L.O.V. member - Has romantic relation's with Dabi / Touya.

02. Saimou Komo - 1-A student - Has romantic relation's with Sero.

03. Dakimu Jomi - #4 Hero - No romantic relation's with anybody.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ none are avalible at this moment, please move to the next section!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ headcanons for my favourite anime characters !!

01. Satoru - Satoru / Gojo has a HUGE sweet tooth, but not any ordinary sweet tooth...

02. Kento - Kento / Nanami is known to be a mature, humongous man, right? I feel like deep inside of him, he would turn all soft for SOMETHING.

03. Sanemi - Sanemi / Shinazugawa deep in the heart is a kind, loving man.

04. Akaza - Akaza / Hakuji sometimes cries to the view, or even sound of fireworks because he always gets the memory of Koyuki.

05. Dabi - Dabi / Touya can't cry because of his burns, right? Well, I feel like the last time he really ever cried was his flashbacks at the hospital he was staying at after the fire.

06. Hawks - Hawks / Keigo's weakness as we all know, is fire. So, I feel like he would have an obsession towards the scenery of fire, but not the feeling of getting burned, burned TO death, or the thought of people getting injured or dying in fires.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ none are avalible at this moment, please move to the next section!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ all of my future series (one per fandom) !!

JUJUTSU KAISEN:

01. "UNKNOWN DIMENSION." toji x sorcerer! fem! reader (5 parts at most.)

KIMETSU NO YAIBA:

01. "FURTURISTICAL." kyojuro x martial arts master! gn! reader (4 parts at most.)

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA:

01. "SUN SHINE'S SO BRIGHT." pro hero! shoto x ice skater! fem! reader (6 parts at most.)

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ all about me !!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ name: aiya h.

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˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ anime crush!?!?: gojo..!

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[twasday]

𝔹𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕒'𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕

Male reader (He/Him) !!

Characters: Mitsuri Kanroji, Gyomei Himejima, Sanemi Shinazugawa

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cussing

A/N: Thank you for over 100 notes on my last post ! Sorry, I was gone longer than I had hoped to be but I’m gonna try posting at least once a week. Can you guys tell I had a favorite character to write in this post?

Mitsuri Kanroji 

She’s just as clingy which makes you two a great couple.

She loves when you put your cheek against her own and rub your faces together it has you both breaking out in laughter.

Sleeping and cuddling during your days off, never leaving each other's side, is your normal routine.

You and she are always touching each other in some sort of way when you're together in public. Whether it's holding hands, tugging the corner of the other's shirt, or just wrapping arms around one another.

You both could give less of a fuck about who’s watching, if she’s happy, you’re happy.

“Isn’t he too clingy” or “Your boyfriend just seems so needy” Mitsuri, will always turn down these assumptions and talk about how cute you are holding on to her, she’s simply infatuated with your love.

You sneak behind a tree as you watch Mitsuri train under the hot sun. She sways and dances feverishly as if the sound of the bright summer's day was guiding her. You watch for a few moments, admiring her beauty before you snap out of your trance to carry out the plan you originally had. You swiftly move in silence, going towards her before you scream “KANROJI.” and tackle her figure.

She hits the ground as you both stumble from your surprise attack. You grapple onto her side and together you giggle loudly, holding onto each other. “Darling, what are you doing?” She questions after you both calm down.

“I wanted to surprise you so we can get lunch.” You sit up, untangling both of your legs. 

“Well I’m soooo surprised,” She pecks your cheek “You really scared me there sweetheart.” 

You smile lovingly at the lie she told knowing full well, she saw you coming. 

Gyomei Himejima

You were a bit to adjust to but he overall thought you were adorable.

You were much smaller than him so there were many times when he would have to lift you in order for you to succeed in your affection.

You would often train with him which usually consisted of you cheering him on while he lifted you on boulders or worked out with you in hand.

You found yourself crawling into his lap whenever you got the chance and he just loved it.

You would rant about your day as you played with his fingers, tracing his palm and just squeezing his hand.

He admired the acts of affection you did with him because physical contact is his strongest suit considering that he is blind.

He found your voice soothing so he would lay on your shoulder as you quietly whispered little nothings of anything and everything.

You laid your head onto Gyomei’s lap, admiring the dim sunset. You were sitting in the stone garden of his estate watching the sun go down. You breathed out contentedly snuggling closer to him. “Aren’t you glad I dragged you out here for this? I mean, I understand you cannot see it but, the weather is nice.” You smile up at his blank stare. 

He continues to stare forward as if he is watching the sky. “Yes my love, any moment with you is in my favor.” Tears drip down his face as he speaks. 

You get up to calmly thumb away at the stray tears “You’re so cheesy, shut it.” You lovingly say, cupping his cheek to the best of your ability.

He leans into the warmth of your palm, kissing it tenderly. “My boyfriend is so cute and amazing. I don’t know what I would do without him. Such a precious soul.” He praises you, erratically.

You turn away from him at his words, becoming flustered from his compliments. His chest rumbles in laughter and he wraps his arms around your figure, pulling you closer to snuggle his face into your hair. 

Sanemi Shinazugawa

He was a bit confused about why you were so clingy at first.

He found it strange that you always wanted to be touching him and holding onto him in some way.

You eventually explained to him that he was your safe place and you felt as if you can be vulnerable around him. You loved him dearly and you wanted to show him in your own way.

Your reasoning made him fall deeper in love with you because you were such a simple being who yearned for intimacy.  

He indulged in your every action, finding his needy boy so endearing.

 His own way of responding was by squeezing the nape of your neck and when he felt especially romantic he would peck you on the cheek softly before continuing what he’s doing.

He was shy about PDA but never turned away from you in private. He was like a big cuddly baby that couldn’t resist your touch.

Sanemi burrowed his head deeper into the crook of your neck, kissing the area fondly. You comb your hand through his hair, stopping to dig into his scalp occasionally. You hummed in response to him rubbing circles into your hips. It was a rainy evening and the both of you decided to take it easy for once. You’ve collectively been stressed from work and exhaustion in the past week. Laying down to relax with Sanemi wrapped in your arms was your ideal peace of mind. It was nights like these that Sanemi wanted to be pampered and praised absentmindedly. He squeezed you tighter when you pressed your lips to his temple. “I’m so proud of you, you do such a good job protecting me.” You speak gingerly.

“Seeing my pretty thing healthy n’ happy is the best job in the fuckin’ world.” He mumbles out with a snarky smile.

You chuckle quietly as he dips his head under your chin to litter your neck with kisses. You laugh even harder until you were out of breath, gripping onto Sanemi. “You piece of shit, leave me alone.” You look at him dotingly.

“You’re stuck with this piece of shit beautiful, deal with it.” He shoots back, looking into your eyes with an abundance of admiration behind them.

“Fuck off,” you whisper as you lean in to kiss him.