Cherry Blossoms | Kamado Tanjiro
title: cherry blossoms post date: 02.15.2022 ⤷ next update/parts: tbd | series is planned to be a few parts long, but no decided number as of yet.
pairing: tanjiro x reader (gn, with an extremely minor implied f appearance later down the line) there’s a few other parings but I don’t wanna spoil anything ! genre: university au, modern au, slice of life, coming of age story, slight angst, fluff, slow burn, lots of growing. summary: The one where you’re a freshman in university trying to figure shit out, trying to navigate being on your own for the first time, school, work, making new friends. And just when you think you have a grasp on things, a boy with star for eyes comes and shows you that you don’t know a damn thing.
warnings: bits and pieces of implied depression, but nothing too severe I promise! notes: To be honest, I haven’t sat down and written anything in years, so please excuse me. A lot of this first part is just massive amounts of world building and setting the general tone. I’ve written a lot more for this and I really like the ‘cherry verse’ as I’ve deemed it, so the next part will contain more traction. Thank you for reading! word count: 5.5k
You never expected the adjustment of going from high school to university to be a tricky one. Being out on your own independently, finally being able to live on your for once, was going to be tricky but it was exciting. You were genuinely excited to start school, graduating from high school and coming to university to finally focus on your art was something you’d been dreaming of for years now.
You just didn’t expect it to start the year with multiple inconveniences, for example, most of your stuff not being shipped to your dorm room.
“So none of it is here?” You asked the one at the administration’s officers. She nodded because it was the easiest thing for her to say. It’s not like 70% of her personal belongings had gone missing.
“Just the few that arrived at the room.”
“Alright.” It wasn’t okay, not in any way shape, or form, if this was the start of your university experience you figure you should just pack your bags right up. “And the room itself?”
“Dorms we’re overbooked this year, unfortunately,” She said, but she never looked at you. Her eyes never peered upwards to look at you once. “Seniors get prioritized for the singles, it looks like you were allocated to the double for the remainder of the year.” Ah, the good news came rolling in waves. “You can always try again next year.”
Bad news was supposed to come in threes, more than half of your personal belongings were lost, being bumped from your original dorm room, what was coming next?
Perhaps that shouldn’t have been a thought that crossed your mind because a twenty minute walk away from your dorm it started raining. It wasn’t a drizzle either, it was practically a monsoon out there. In a matter of seconds, you were drenched, but while most people ran to get out of the rain, you slowed down.
You didn’t even bother speeding once you made it into your dorm building, ignoring the raised brows and odd glances you were getting. You didn’t acknowledge, entertain or frankly even care about them. At this point, you just wanted to get into your room to figure out what actually arrived. You really hoped there was a warm blanket because you were freezing but that was undoubtedly due to the fact that you were drenched, water dripped off you with every step you took.
Once the scream registered in your brain, you thought that maybe you shouldn’t have slammed the door open as hard as you did.
Perhaps scaring the girl, that you assumed was your roommate, half to death wasn’t the best first impression. Or maybe it was the fact that looked pissed as hell, were soaking wet, and waltzed in here slamming doors open.
You must’ve looked positively awful because the first words from her mouth were ‘are you okay?’, not ‘hello’, not ‘who are you?’, but ‘are you okay?’. And on god, you wanted to answer that question truthfully. You wanted to scream about the fact that most of your clothes and the few things you wanted to bring along with you to make your dorm feel like home, scream about how, no offense to her, you wanted to live alone this year, you wanted to scream about your boyfriend, or well, ex. You just wanted to scream about what an awful week this was, and how everything was piling up a little too much for your comfort.
“That was a stupid question, sorry.” She said and she stood up, making a beeline for a box that she pulled two towels out of. She dropped one at your feet while she handed you the other one with a slight grin working itself on her face. “You’re wet.”
“Just a little,” You said, gingerly taking the towel from her.
“A little? You’re making puddles on the flood.”
Your head jerked downwards and she was right, there were in fact puddles forming all around you. You stepped out of your shoes and onto the towel she’d thrown on the ground. “Sorry,” You said a breathless laugh escaping you and it took no time for her to follow in your steed. “It’s been a rough week.”
“It’s Monday,”
“Yeah,” You said, peeling off the jacket that was sticking on your skin. “It’s been a rough week.”
She just laughed, clearly not wanting to press on the subject too much. It was beautiful, so gentle and sweet. Her laugh was just as beautiful as she was. “Nezuko,” She introduced herself, her baby pink eyes twinkling. It’s like her eyes are stars and you were hypnotized by them.
“Nezuko,” You repeat, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s have a good year, yeah?”
“Hopefully it’ll be better than this week for you,”
Truly, you hoped the same.
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