#the only kid he would never threatened is Muichirou

[janituaries]

Obanai to the Kamaboko trio :

Also Obanai to Muichirou :

I love how he's softer to Muichirou than he is to Tanjiro and the rest. He's so baby in Obanai's eyes

Y'know i doubt he's overprotective and jealous if she talks to a fellow hashira's since he trust them with all his life.

And i doubt he'd be jealous with Muichirou if Mitsuri is loving towards him, he'd known the kid since he was like 11-13.

He favours Muichirou than the other kids and i live for that!!!

[sunseteyes]

hii! may i request muichirou, heavy angst, with prompts “You’re not the only one who’s scared. I’m scared too.” and “You have to let me go.”? aaah i have tissues prepared already, lez goo 😭😭❣️

prompt 8. “You’re not the only one who’s scared. I’m scared too.”

prompt 10. “You have to let me go.”

muichiro knows you. you’re the one who was the rich kid and was always in the hospital.

and you were his best friend. and also the person he likes.

although like any other stories, this one was also inspired in a sad song, one that synchronized so well but hurts too bad, its melody flowing through his ears like a gentle voice lulling him to sleep as he lay down beside you on your hospital bed under the orange hues of the sun coming from the window of the room, his head leaning close to your heart,

listening if it was still beating.

when he first saw you clutch your hand to your chest, over your heart, it was as if his mind had stopped functioning, even as your teacher and classmates were shouting for help, like the broken plea in muichiro’s mind.

he was by your bedside the whole afternoon then, and ever since he’d be going to the hospital to visit you after school, spending two to three hours until visitors were not allowed anymore or if your parents would urge him to go since it’s nighttime and his parents and brother might already be finding for him.

he likes hearing your voice. so whenever he was there in your room, he’d ask you to sing for him, may it be just a lullaby or to lift up the vibrancy in the plain, dull room. he knows you were happy whenever you sing, so he listens, he urges you to do so, praising you every after song even if your voice would break from all the times you’d sing for him.

he’d still find it beautiful.

he’d record your voice in his phone, and he’d listen to them whilst he sleeps at night because it helps him. it’s like a foundation for his mind not to crumble to pieces at the thought of suddenly losing you.

which eventually did happen.

he was walking towards the hospital that time, tired of all the school activities that happened early on, when a phone call breaks his train of thoughts, lost in the clouds above the sky, the same sky you two would always talk about, pointing shapes and identifying them for hours long.

“mui, i’m going now.”

he had never ran so fast in his life, in spite always playing with yuichiro and you before, playing hide and seek or tag. he ignored the tiredness of his legs as he panted hard, his chest heaving up and down as he crossed the streets just to get to you fast.

it was so soon. too soon. the doctors said you still have three months.

why now? why would today be the day he’d been dreading for all these years? why today when it could be tomorrow, or next week or next month when he’d finally said everything to you, when he’d get to spend more time with you.

he needed more time. this is so unfair.

“(y/n)!” 

he hoped it was just a joke, that you’d be grinning ear to ear from your successful execution of a silly prank on him.

but you were never the type of person to do that. you tease him a lot but not to that point. you know how much he doesn’t like talking about your condition, your death, and how you would leave him someday.

because reality is too harsh, and even if it’s the truth, he doesn’t want to believe it, not when he was still figuring out what to do after he loses you, or how to even say goodbye.

he can’t.

you were smiling at him; gentle as a rose but sad like the sound of the patter of raindrops that would knock on the window in his and yuichiro’s room. 

your parents were there, and they were crying, hugging each other like they had just lost the most precious thing in their lives--not yet. but they were about to. muichiro knows that deep inside, they were wishing that they would have just brought you to this world with a healthy heart--one that wouldn’t have an irregular heartbeat and would threaten your life, then all of these things wouldn’t have happen. he couldn’t blame them, but he knows they blame themselves.

“no, don’t go! it... they said it would take three more months, right? why do you have to go now?” he sounded way desperate than he would have expected, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

because you look calmer than he imagined, and it’s making him more anxious.

“mui, i’m not going to die.” you say, your hands closing in on his, “i’m just going in an operation-”

“an impossible operation!” he interrupts. “can it... can’t the transplant wait a bit more?”

your smile was there, still sad and also reassuring, and your eyes were too, looking at him with the mirrored fear he has on his.

“it can’t. they said that if we won’t do it soon, we’ll have to wait a few months or maybe years more before we get another heart. today should be that day, mui.”

“but-but what if you won’t make it? why... why do you look so calm?!” he was questioning you, with how much you were trying to calm him down, he thinks you might have just been too reckless yet again.

“look at me, mui.” you cradled his cheeks, the same way you do when you two were little kids, him with his scraped knee and yuichiro with his bottle of alcohol and cotton to dab on his brother’s injury as you attempt to soothe his fear, much like you’re doing now.

with the difference of who was in need of caring for their health.

“you’re not the only one who’s scared... i’m scared too.” you say in a hushed voice, as if it was a secret only shared to him, promising never to tell it to anyone else because it’s something only the two of you should have and keep.

“you have to let me go, mui.” he felt the warmth of your hands leave his, but he was still clutching on your other, desperate.

“you have to let me go or i won’t have the confidence to do this.” you look down then, to your connected fingers, both aching to hold on.

so he lets go. and he watches as they take you away from him and your parents, their cries like a singing radio behind him, as if a sad and depressing song came to be his background music for the silent beating of his own rhythmic heart, one that was far different than yours.

and underneath that familiar golden hues of the sun, he sat all alone, on the same room he used to be with you. he plugs his earbuds on as he plays the recordings of your voice, reminiscing on the times that were not today, just to take his mind off of the fact that he might not be able to say what he has to say or have more time with you.

then finally, he’d regret—that maybe, he should have told he has feelings for you, then his heart wouldn’t be this heavy despite being young and healthy.

much unlike yours that already stopped beating.

my heart hurts so much i am so unfair to mui :(((( yui’s coming up soon bc of someone ehem. although don’t you think this one ended in an open ending? hmmm

feel free to keep the requests coming!! i’m in a roll today lmao

event links: prompts and masterlist

[fifteenskies15]

My Sympathies

(Michikatsu Tsugikuni x Reader x Yoriichi Tsugikuni)

Admin's Note: Hi, let me just drop this here, I'm bored so I decided to write this, also I'm fully aware that Michikatsu or Kokushibou already had a wife and kids even before he turn into a demon, but let's forget it about a moment, yes? For the sake of the story, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience, but I hope you enjoy it.

Also as usual, it's gender neutral, the reader can be either female or male. [Most of the lines are taken from the manga]

Also, here, Reader and Yoriichi are just friends

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"My brother, is your dream to become the strongest samurai in the nation?"

A voice of a little child said as Kokushibou see the monstrous reflection on Shinazugawa's sword, he froze a little as the voice said again

"I want to be like you... I want to be the second strongest samurai in the country"

Kokushibou were silent for a while "Is this how samurai looks like? Is this what I really wanted?" he realized his body slowly disintegrated "...?! My body is falling apart where Muichirou stabbed me" stricken with panic especially when Himejima's spiky flail crushed his head.

"Use a technique! A technique..."

Realize his attempt are futile, he lowered his hand "...I can't use blood demon art!!"

"Not yet, I should be still able to regenerate"

"I haven't lose yet!"

"I still..."

...

"My sympathies... My brother"

Yoriichi's face from 400 hundreds years ago, with tears in his eyes flashed before his own eyes...

"My sympathies... Michikatsu..."

Who... Who is it? Who is that person? They were looking at him with tears from their (E/C) eyes, their voice were shaky, laced with genuine sadness "Look at what you have become, Michikatsu... I really mourn for what you have become... This ugliness, this is the form because you never admit your own defeat... Have you been living in such disgrace, my dear?"

"...Living in disgrace...?"

"Have I lived a hundred years for this? Was I afraid of death that I became a monster? Did I want to be strong even if it meant eating people? Did I become a miserable creature because I didn't want to die?"

"...No, Yoriichi... I just want to be you"

"And so that... I can protect you too, (name)"

...Huh...

(Name)? Who is that again?

Michikatsu realized that right now he was standing alone in darkness and there's nothing, just empty space filled with darkness...

"Michikatsu, you have come at last..." the figure said with a sad smile on their face next to them, there's Yoriichi who had the same expression as the person he didn't even recognize.

"Brother... You have come to us at last"

Michikatsu looked at them blankly, in all his life he don't even remember his parents face, only Yoriichi so why...?

"You don't remember me, Michikatsu? You don't remember everything about the time we have spend together?" the person said as he put their gentle hands on his face, not caring the demonic feature on his face, the touch made him remember something from the past... Something that make him temporary forgot how he was envious of his own brother.

"...(Name)..." Michikatsu called out the name he forgot for a hundreds of years, he grasped the pair of the hands and looked at them "(Name)! I remember you now..."

This person... (Last name) (Name) is one who learn breathing techniques under Yoriichi's watchful eyes, they have a personality as white and as pure as snow, smile brightly like the sun and their (E/C) eyes reflect gentleness and bravery, when he met them the first time, Michikatsu felt inferior feelings towards them, he pushed them away, but they keep approaching him with a smile, saying that they won't leave until he told them what's bothering him, this crumble the boundaries between the two of them as Michikatsu told them what's bothering him until he feel comfortable with them, he remembered the words they say to him about how envious he is of Yoriichi:

"The only reason that made you feel like that is your own jealousy to your own brother, Michikatsu... It's good that you have a strong ambition to be the strongest samurai in the country, but the stronger it is the easier you forget yourself and people around you, Lord Yoriichi once told me he wants to be the second strongest samurai in the country, he wants to be in equal position with you, talent and ambition can be a wall that divide you and your brother, if you want to be like him, crush that wall with something we called bonds and consideration"

Those words were ringing inside his mind, it did fix his relationship and changed his thoughts of Yoriichi for a while, it makes his younger brother happy and he's thankful for (name) and their wise words and he's thankful for them for making his brother smile.

(Name) did make Michikatsu smile and feel somehow secure with them, he really imagined his future with them, being the strongest samurai in the country with them and even Yoriichi by his side.

He felt a spark of pride when (Name) got their mark, somehow it adorned their features so well and it did make Michikatsu's heart skipped a beat.

But everything changes as (Name) turned 25, (Name) died... Just like the other marked ones, in their last breath they said that they will always watch over him and always care of him even though their body no longer exist.

After their death, Michikatsu back to his old self, his hatred for Yoriichi blooms again and he became hopeless, he knew that he had no future now that his days are numbered that is... Until he met Muzan, who offered him to become a demon and after that he just forget everything including (name) and their smiling face.

The rest is history, now Yoriichi and (Name) stand before him, (name)'s hands left Michikatsu, immediately he missed their touch.

Both name and Yoriichi teared up though the smile on their faces not falter.

"I'm sorry that I left everything to yourself brother... I'm so sorry for not being there for you" Yoriichi's voice is shaky as he embraced his brother, Michikatsu could feel tears on his kimono, he himself could feel his tears threaten to spill out, (Name) also hugged him with tears in their eyes "I'm so sorry that I left you so soon, Michikatsu, I'm sorry, I really am... I'm so sorry that I can't realize the dream we built together"

"It is all my fault that we crossed a different paths"

"and I too am sorry that I can't be there for you when you need me the most, I did promised that the three of us will be the strongest samurai in the country yet I break it, I'm so sorry for being weak!"

No...why would they said that?

"I'm so sorry for being a bad brother for you"

"I'm so sorry for being a bad partner for you"

The demonic feature on Michikatsu face dispersed as he turn into his normal self, tears drip down from his eyes "No... Don't say that, (Name) ...Brother..."

His hands wrapped around Yoriichi and (Name)'s trembling bodies.

"I should be the one... I should be the one who sorry, Brother, dearest (name)" he sobbed and tighten his grip afraid that the two people in his life will disappear in a second.

"I'm so sorry, Yoriichi, I just... I wanted to be you, I always wanted to be like you, please forgive me for what I have done and all this years, and (Name) I'm so sorry that I forget you, I'm so sorry that I forgot all your words to me, I'm so sorry for giving in to my fear and ambition, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry that I disappointed both of you..." his voice are shaky because of the tears "I don't want to go, But I have to, I don't belong to the heavens like you both..."

He loosened his grip and backed away from them, but (name) and Yoriichi didn't let him as they embrace him tightly

"No! Don't go Michikatsu!! Please! Stay with us! I beg you!"

"Brother, please don't go, (name) and I still want to be with you"

"No matter how much you beg, I cannot, you both don't deserve hell..."

They both shook their head "Then take us with you..."

"Yes brother, we care not how hell can be very torturous, as long as we are all together it's nothing but an empty field without any soul around"

Michikatsu smiled sadly as he hold his brother and his loved one "You both...are terribly tenacious" he said with voice laced with genuine fondness and whispered "...I love both of you..."

Flame arose out of nowhere and slowly it engulfed the three figures holding each others, and slowly they vanished from the purgatory together...

They're both gone forever, but at long last... They can be together forever.

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*Admin's feral scream and sobbing*

How was it? Does this bad? If yes I'm so sorry that you don't enjoy it, I will try my best to improve! Forgive me for this, and sorry that it had a lots of nonsense that it made you super confused! Well anyway, thank you so much for taking your time reading this, see you in another Admin's post!