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Hey! So, I sorta forgot to post this—college got me a bit of a wreck but it's here now so it doesn't matter :>
Once again, none of this would have been possible without my lovely friend and co-writer @nonsscrapheap
Last time we left off with the KNK cast being stuck in the campus due to a sudden blizzard. For unknown reasons, diet member Muzan and his "bodyguard" Kokushibo are also with our cast, Tanjiro ends up finding a mysterious orb which ends up summoning both two people from the past! Let me ask you, dear reader.
Did you ever wonder what those two were doing before being brought to there? Well read and find out!
Prologue - 0.2 Far From Home
[----- KNK -----]
— December 11, 1916 —
"Oi! Giyuu! Hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Giyuu said nothing for a moment, keeping his head bowed in prayer towards the small shrine in front of him. Finally, he opened his eyes to glance and call out to Sanemi, "I'm coming!" he turned back towards the shrine, smiling faintly at incense's smoke. "I will say hello to Tanjiro and the others for you, Nee-san, Sabito, Genya." He rose from where he knelt and made his way to where Sanemi was standing.
"Making me wait when you're the one who made sure to remind me 'bout this entire fuckin' thing." Sanemi grumbled, kneeling down to help the one-armed man put on his sandals and make sure they were strapped firmly without worry of loosening. "Don't know why I haf'ta go."
Giyuu adjusted his haori, he's almost gotten used to his lack of arm. Almost. "Tanjiro and Nezuko asked for you to come." He replied in a matter-of-fact way that had Sanemi rolling his eyes.
"And I care for the Kamado brats, why?" Was his 'irritated' reply.
Giyuu hummed, "They're friends with Genya."
The silence he got was amusing as Sanemi squinted at him, "I was fucking right, you are an asshole. You were depressed as hell and had a complex or whatever, but I was right." Yet, he was complying anyway despite his grumbles and complaints. "… Will the lightning and boar brats be there too?"
"Yes."
"Dammit."
"Kanao-san will be there as well."
"… Alright."
The walk there is amicable, much more amicable than Giyuu would have ever imagined years ago when they were still Hashira. Giyuu still firmly thought he shouldn't have been a Hashira despite whatever anyone else said, but he did regret not being able to get closer to the others. Now though, at least, he and Sanemi were close.
No longer burdened with duty of protecting humanity and slaying demons, they were retired and enjoying the rest of their unfortunately short lives. Why uphold grudges when they were the only Hashiras left? Why continue animosity when they were ex-Hashira now? There was no one else, but them.
It was natural that they'd get close.
More than close, someone might say. Not that they would've confirmed it, or acknowledged it. They were simply close now.
Close enough to speak without insult- or at least, without meaning it in Sanemi's case. Close enough to assist each other when needed. Close enough to spend time together. Eat meals together. Share homes together— Giyuu never liked the Water Estate, and Sanemi's Wind Estate was more comfortable with both of them around.
Now, they walked close together towards a pre-planned meeting with old friends and acquaintances. Giyuu and Sanemi had been invited for a reunion just as winter hit, it was cold enough to start bundling up as snow began to coat the land, but it wasn't so bad to prevent semi-long distance travel. They were going to meet half way anyway, and it'd been a while since they'd all seen each other in reality.
He wanted to see his mentor, Urokodaski Sakonji again, and the Kamado siblings, and everyone else. Who knows how many more times he can see them before he's gone?
"Remind me why I'm even goin' again?" Sanemi grumbled, arms crossed behind his head as they continued walking. They'd been walking for a while now, but they were almost there. They were meeting at one of the Wisteria houses nearby.
Giyuu looked up at the sky, seeing the way it was slightly cloudy— ah, snow began to fall lightly. Nothing to be really worried about. "Because it's been a while since we've seen everyone, they asked for both of us to appear, Sanemi. I'd rather we both go than just me." He reminded, pausing for a moment before continuing with the desicion making tidbit; "They also have ohagi."
"Tch." Sanemi clicked his tongue, pretending he wasn't already fully cooperative from the beginning. The ohagi just sweetened the deal. "Fine, fine. But dibs on Ka—"
Sanemi's voice suddenly died out, not out of the man's volition, but from Giyuu suddenly going blind as his vision was suddenly overtaken completely by white. "Sanemi?!" He shouted out in concern, barely hearing Sanemi's panicked response in return.
For a moment, it was disturbingly quiet, but before Giyuu could even do or say anything, it was concerningly loud.
All at once, a cacophony of voices filled his ears. Some, he swore he recognized from his dreams but couldn't believe to hear himself at the moment as he struggled to regain his sight.
"—ezuko!"
"Tamayo-sama!"
Unable to take it anymore, he spoke through gritted teeth. "What is this?! Where am I?!" Only for a familiar voice to call out in turn, much more familiar seeing as he and Sanemi were going to meet up with him and the others.
"Huh? Huh? What's— Giyuu-san? Giyuu-san is that you? Where am I? What happened? What's— these scents—"
Tanjiro? He thinks absurdly, about to call out to him in response.
Only for the words to die in his throat as his vision returned to him faster than he would have anticipated, and what he saw shook him to his core.
Standing before him was someone who looked exactly like him, only a little older and with long hair again. His lookalike was wearing the increasingly popular clothes from the west but even these western clothes were strange, he'd never seen them before. This would be shocking if it weren't for the extremely familiar man behind him.
A man that haunted his dreams, his memories, his nightmares.
A man who never became a man.
A man who died as a boy, but looked exactly as how Giyuu would have imagined him as a man.
Peach-hued, thick hair, pale lavender eyes and a scar on the cheek that his mentor had carefully painted onto a fox mask as a good luck charm at a young boy's own request. Gone was the youth that Giyuu had seen him with eternally in his head, but with the grown maturity of someone who ended up living instead of dying.
His name bubbled up his throat as emotions, old and new swirled in his stomach. "… Sabito?" He managed to whisper out, his single hand shaking in the sleeve of his haori.
The name hits both men with new shock, his lookalike's expression sharpening from its confusion to wary guard while the other man— Sabito?? Looked at Giyuu with even more confusion, and a gleam in his lavender eyes that Giyuu dearly missed.
Whatever else he was going to say, anything he could do, and everything else in his head suddenly disappeared though as his eyes instinctively shifted to catch movement behind further Sabito and—
No.
It can't be.
We killed him.
He's dead.
Protective and righteous fury prioritized itself in Giyuu's heart, his thoughts shifting from its grief while his muscles tensed and he reflexively went for a katana that wasn't fucking there— fuck—
How was he alive?! How DARE he be alive?!
The putrid name unwillingly crawled up his throat and was hissed with malice and anger; "Kibutsuji Muzan!"
He didn't think of anything else, his vision and mind locked on to the Demon King's existence and the goal of ending said existence.
There were shouts as Giyuu sped right past his lookalike and Sabito— he needs to protect Sabito, he needs to protect Sabito. Can't let him die again, not with Muzan here — to lodge a small metal knife that he managed to grab from a nearby table. The knife is woefully flimsy, not made of nichirin or even sharp and forged weirdly, but it was the only thing he could get his hand on in such a short timespan.
In no time, he was in front of Muzan, the man was strangely still with his damning red eyes wide with- fear? The demon king was afraid? No, of course he was afraid. He was going to die, again and Giyuu was going to make sure he STAYED dead—
"Muzan-sama!"
A firm hand gripped his wrist, stopping the knife from being lodged into the bastard's eye. The man finally flinched back, stumbling back with a gasp of terror while someone else forcefully took Giyuu's attention. A strange man with strange black glasses that obscured his eyes completely, but his expression was clear with protective fury and clear surprise. Giyuu took a split second to look this demon over, because he was surely a demon to refer to his fucking king with such respect.
Red hair tied a high ponytail, clothes once again from the west but fancy and formal- a suit, if Giyuu remembers its name correctly, and a grip that managed to hold him back. A demon with strength to rival a Hashira, ex or not. Troublesome.
However, he doesn't think he's exactly a Moon demon, certainly not a Upper Waxing demon, no clear sign of demon traits aside from possibly the eyes.
"How dare you attack Muzan-sama!" The demon growls, forcefully tugging Giyuu forward and away from Muzan only to be slightly surprised when Giyuu effortlessly shifts in his grip to jab a knee into the demon's side. It adjusts quickly, the other hand immediately blocking the knee with its palm, the impact was loud and the demon's expression grimaced.
Giyuu was shoved back with surprisingly less strength than he expected, nonetheless, he focused on defeating the demon in front of him first then getting to the damned king. He landed on the strange metal table that he got the knife from, more dead faces in his periphery but he could not let that distract him.
An illusion.
The faces were an illusion against him, he had to focus on the demons and Muzan.
Kicking forward once more, the black glasses demon met him for a full on clash of limbs- the fight reminded him far too much of Akaza, but the demon was much weaker than Waxing Moon Third. Unfortunately, Giyuu was past his prime as a Hashira, as a slayer. He didn't even have his katana with him, it was back in the Wind Estate with Sanemi's.
So the best thing he could do, was fight head-on to stall and injure and then fall back to find a nichirin blade.
The demon…
Was way weaker than Waxing Moon Third, the Upper Moon demons were not this slow. Nor this low-skilled.
Do not misunderstand, it was still skilled. If Giyuu wasn't a Hashira, the martial arts he was parrying, dodging and redirecting would be difficult to do- and it was difficult to do all with one hand. However…
Ducking underneath a strike to the head by a leg, Giyuu swiftly slid to the side, shooting up and adjusting his grip on the blunt knife so he could jab it into the demon's neck—
"Aniue!"
Only for someone to grab the empty sleeve of his haori and for his knife to instead miss the demon's neck, barely. A slice from the force of his thrust leaves a small cut on the demon's neck and Giyuu clicks his tongue, whirling around to kick whoever latched on to his haori.
His heart jumped into his throat as for a moment, he thought Tanjiro was the one who stopped him- only no. This man was not Tanjiro. His hair was lighter, eyes sharper and both were clearly healthy, face sculpted differently and the mark on his face was slightly different alongside the hanafuda earrings. This man looked like Tanjiro, but was not him.
He was an enemy then, a traitor slayer? Demon sympathizer? He called the other 'aniue' which meant they were siblings and by facial structure alone— identical twins? Very well. Unlike Tanjiro, this man would not have mercy from him, for the demon protected Muzan and that could not be forgiven.
It was no longer one on one, but two on one.
There were several voices in the background, distractions that he could not afford since he had to adjust his fighting style to account the additional person he was now facing. Both men were good, Giyuu was actually breaking a sweat. Something was off though, he could not tell what it was, and it was nagging him as he redirected the marked man's punch into his demon brother's side.
"Sorry!" The man apologized immediately, impressively, he kept his stance steady despite the surprise. His movement still smooth and actual moves sure and determined.
"Shut up!" The demon snarled, fist barely brushing against Giyuu's face for retaliation.
Too close.
Giyuu frowned, weaving between lashing limbs and managing an upward thrust towards the demon's face. The man had a split second reaction, reaching for the western clothing's back just in time as instead of slashing the demon's face, it only split apart the demon's strange eye-obscuring glasses.
The eyes were revealed, the demon's— the demon's eyes? Those eyes… were not demon-like at all? What was this-
"GIYUU-SAN WAAIIIT!" Tanji—?!
BONK!
Pain suddenly shot throughout his body, mostly from his back as something solid made contact with the back of his upper shoulder with a strong arm wrapping around his midsection as the force of the collision force both him and his attacker- Tanjiro?? down to the ground in a painful heap. He wheezed, the side of his face smushed against the strangely shiny ground of the room- that was going to bruise.
Over his shoulder, he could see Tanjiro looking frantic and giving him a severely apologetic yet firm look. Giyuu grunted, opening his mouth— "Ow." The firm look softened.
"I'm sorry Giyuu-san! But you weren't listening at all! I was shouting and you were still attacking so I just- I had to stop you before you killed someone!" Tanjiro exclaimed, sitting up but keeping his weight on Giyuu to stop him from getting up himself. "I know that man looks like Kibutsuji Muzan but he's not! He's human! Everyone in this room is human! There's no demons here, can't you smell the wisteria?"
The wisteria…
Now that Tanjiro had pointed it out, Giyuu was smelling wisteria. The room had the subtle smell of it, more obvious with Giyuu's face pressed into the hard stone floor. It was definitely wisteria. Demons hated wisteria, they were repulsed by it and yet none of the people here were reacting negatively to the smell.
No, they were reacting negatively to them. To Giyuu.
It was strange, seeing dead faces, young and alive and staring at him with caution, wariness and fear. His heart clenched as he sees Kanae and Shinobu protectively standing before Kanao, Sabito was being held tightly by the man who looked eerily like him. Kyojuro was holding on to Senjuro, Gyomei kept the Tokito twins behind him as well as another child, Tengen kept close to his wives. A younger pair of Kamado twins were by the side of a man who looked like them- was the Kamado Tanjuro that Giyuu had heard about? Oh, there's Sanemi and Genya. Giyuu thought faintly, the ache in his chest grew painfully with each recognized face.
There was even- Oyakata-sama with his children. Looking at him like he was the threat, that he was the danger towards him of all people.
Giyuu would willingly shrivel up on that floor and die before even thinking of hurting Oyakata-sama or his children.
And then there was him.
Kibutsuji Muzan.
No, a man who looked like Kibutsuji Muzan. Looking closer, his eyes never went into slits and the hue was less demonic. Unsettling, yes, but not demonic.
"What the fuck are you talking about, demons?!" Someone shouted shrilly, familiar yet not. It's Agatsuma Zenitsu, hiding behind- Kaigaku. Human. Not demon. Everyone in this room was human. Even that Muzan-look-alike.
Giyuu felt sick to his stomach.
Tanjiro probably smelled the way his illness settled as he finally shifted off of Giyuu despite the protests of those around him. "What are you doing?! Keep that lunatic down!" He recognized that boy, was he not the demon that assisted them? The singular demon left in the world? Yushiro, his name was.
"He was trying to kill Muzan-sa-n! Arrest him!" A woman whose features were mostly obscured by the long bands in her face, shouted. Without seeing her eyes, Giyuu could still feel the glare aimed at him. Not just from her, but the man whose strange glasses he just broke. He was ignoring his twin, going as far as to shove him away. Said twin winced, slumped and went to the other Kamados who quickly accepted him back into their fold.
Iguro, fuck he was right there with Mitsuri, snorted from behind the strange cloth face mask that was different to the scarf Giyuu was used to. Why were they all wearing western clothing? Why were there two Tanjiros? Why was everyone either older or younger? Where were they? What was happening?? "Arrest him? How? We're trapped here in a blizzard, the police won't be coming."
"We're really sorry about that!" Tanjiro, his Tanjiro, apologized loudly with an extremely apologetic look aimed at the… Giyuu still didn't know what to make of these people. Lookalikes? Counterparts? He was almost still convinced he was either in an elaborate illusion or a dream, almost.
There was no mistaking the very real pain that was lingering in his body. He instinctively took in a Healing Breath just to suppress it. Sanemi was right, Tanjiro's head was hard as a rock. It felt like a sizeable rock had bashed his shoulder. He was going to feel that for days, already it was bruising, Giyuu could tell without looking.
"We didn't know what was happening, or where we are! We also mistook that man as someone very dangerous who tried to kill us! Giyuu-san was acting out of impulse and instinct! We are very sorry for what happened!" Tanjiro shouted, performing an impressive dogeza, prostrating himself on the floor. Even arranging his withered arm in his other sleeve to properly do the stance. Giyuu felt extremely guilty and promptly dropped to his knees to bow for forgiveness as well.
He was facing Oyakata-sama, or the man who looked far too much like him but miraculously healthier. "I apologize for disrupting the peace, Oyakata-sama. I should have noticed your presence earlier as well as the fact everyone in this room was human." It was instinct to call the man Oyakata-sama, because even by sight alone, he was so sure this man was- was just Oyakata-sama. Ubuyashiki Kagaya, the Head of the Demon Corps and the master and heart of their organization.
This did not go unnoticed.
The false Muzan bristled, glaring venomously at Oyakata-sama with a hatred that was all too human and a suspicion that likely stemmed from Giyuu himself. Giyuu stayed his hand but was ready for anything. "Ubuyashiki! What is the meaning of this?! Attempting to assassinate a member of the Diet?!" Diet? What diet? An organization instead of a routine for food and sustenance?
"I assure you, Kibutsuji-san, I am as confused and in the dark as you are." The man, Ubuyashiki- he was Oyakata-sama… just not his? Truly, what was going on here? "I did not set this man upon you, Kibutsuji-san. He may look like one of his staff, but I do not know him. It's curious, however, how identical they look like when I am sure that Tomioka-kun is very much the only son of his family. He has no twin as far as I know, nor a younger brother. Only a sister."
The mention of a sister, makes both him and his lookalike look at Oyakata-sama— Sabito was alive here. Did that mean…?
"Additionally curious, is that these two men appeared out of nowhere. Nearly identical to not only a member of my staff, but also a student of this school. Both wearing clothes not of this era, and one of them bearing Giyuu-san’s name as well. You, young man, who are you?" Oyakata-sama addressed Tanjiro with a soft yet firm look, a rare thing from his usually gentle master.
No, this wasn't his master. His master was dead, the Ubuyashikis were no longer in charge of the corps as there was no corps anymore. It was over.
Yet here they stood.
Was there really no demon in charge of this?
Tanjiro straightened, nodding, "Ah! I am Kamado Tanjiro, and this is my friend, Tomioka Giyuu. Once again, I'm very sorry for the commotion! However, we… we really do not know how we ended up here. Or what is happening, you all… look identical to people that we know." And lost. Was the unwilling and unheard words that Tanjiro didn't say, but Giyuu heard it, knew it. Because he was thinking it as well.
So many dead faces, living and different but there.
Sabito was looking at him.
Sabito was looking at him.
Not with fear, but with something else. A recognition? A realization? He didn't know what it was, just that Sabito… looked amazing as a man.
It really should have been him who died.
Sanemi and Tanjiro would be angry for him to think so, Sanemi had repeatedly yelled at him about it with Tanjiro scolding him and reassuring him all the same. But the thought persisted despite it all.
Sabito should've been the one to become the Water Hashira, he could've saved more people. Could've done more against Muzan in the final battle. He would have been better at befriending the Hashira, they would've truly been a united front.
"—ill doesn't explain what is going on?!" Dammit, he needed to pay attention.
"Ubuyashiki-sama, the sphere!" Giyuu's lookalike- counterpart? Exclaimed and all of a sudden, the strange golden sphere statue that had been near the doorways, something Giyuu had only noticed a split second during his fight with the men, began to glow.
Immediately, he and Tanjiro were standing in front of it in a protective stance. They were ex-demon slayers, they, alongside the twin men Giyuu fought, were the most capable of combat among them. The Hashira lookalikes were possibly next, but considering they hadn't fought alongside Giyuu… "Tanjiro!" He barked, a silent question underneath his tense tone.
"I-I don't smell anything dangerous Giyuu-san, just- just wisteria. Nothing else." Tanjiro answered warily as slowly, the sphere began to glow brighter and brighter.
The twin whose glasses he broke gave Tanjiro a disgruntled look, "What do you mean smell?" Exactly what Tanjiro meant- ah, that was right.
Normal people didn't know nor usually believe Tanjiro's beyond excellent sense of smell. Even better than their mutual mentor.
Tanjiro opened his mouth to answer, only to close it with a cry- using his good arm as a defense as out of nowhere, a beam of light speared through not only him, but everyone within the room. Giyuu included.
Giyuu gritted his teeth, expecting pain—
Only for nothing to come despite the light passing right through him. Confusion and panicked noises echoed in the room, no matter what they did or where they moved, the ray of light reached them and from the sphere, a small chime played out and something appeared.
A wall of near translucent light that began to relay words.
First incomprehensible, before they stuttered mid air and abruptly changed into understandable kanji.
[ CONTINUITY SCAN 99% COMPLETESUBJECTS 'Tomioka Giyuu {KNK} ; Kamado Tanjiro {KNK}' MAIN COMPONENT ACCEPTEDERROR: INTERNAL SERVERS DAMAGEDERROR: CONTINUITY UNIDENTIFIEDERROR: UNIVERSE UNCATALOGUEDERROR: DEPLOYMENT OF COUNTERPART PROGRAM INITIATED PRE-OBSERVATIONCOMMENCING: EMERGENCY OBSERVATION BEING ACTIVATEDPHRASE: "WHAT IS GOING ON" ACCEPTEDCOMMENCING FOUNDATIONAL CONTINUITY PROTOCOLS: COUNTERPART UNIVERSE BASELINE ACCEPTED ]
"What the hell is going on—" Someone, the other Sanemi started only to stop when the wall's kanji shifted again.
"Anime mode?!" Multiple voices exclaimed much to Giyuu's confusion.
What was 'anime mode'? Why did the others know about it and what was really happening right now?!
Giyuu opened his mouth only to shut it when the screen changed again, and sound began to play in the room.
[ Snow crunches sharply under hurried footsteps.
A young boy struggles down a steep mountainside, slung across his back is a girl, limp and unmoving. Blood seeps from a wound on her forehead.
The camera cuts closer.
It’s Kamado Tanjiro—eyes wide, panic-stricken. On his back lies Kamado Nezuko, her face completely pale. ]
"That's—!"
To his side, Tanjiro's face paled with shock and nausea.
Giyuu had a bad feeling about what was going to happen now.
[----- KNK -----]
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Reiwa Secrets
→ Both KNK!Yoriichi and KNK!Kokushibo are both naturally gifted with their strength, and thus do not have to train as hard like their counterparts. However due to that lack of training they were just barely able to restrain KNY!Giyuu, despite him having one arm and being an ex-hashira. It was rather fortunate for KNK!Muzan that he didn't have his katana and the twins were able to hold him off. If it was KNY! Sanemi in the other hand…
→ KNY!Giyuu has only seen the famous Kamado Headbutt™ once and that was on KNY!Sanemi during the hashira meeting. Since KNY!Sanemi was a Hashira, KNY!Giyuu initially assumed he was fine—until KNY!Sanemi told him how much it hurt. Now gets to experience it himself, albeit only on his shoulder.
Writing Notes
→ The GC joked about KNY!Giyuu grabbing a spork and attempting to kill KNK!Muzan with it—but settled with a knife. I mean we all know he could make it work, he’s an ex-hashira, but he’d be taken less seriously if he used a spork.
Me and @nonsscrapheapwere made mistakes, but it falls entirely on @genomurlocs (that's a joke but you still played a part in it gen)
Fics of Kimetsu Gakuen / Kimetsu Acadamy reacting to the canon universe is surprisingly nonexistent and feels like a crime—so we decided to take it into our own hands.
Updates will be won't be spontaneous since one of us is a college student and not to mention we have several other fics to worry about.
Prologue - 0.1 Snowed In
[----- KNK -----]
Snow crunched under multiple hurried footsteps, voices nearly drowned out by the harsh snowfall.
In the distance, a light guides them to warmth and safety along with multiple voices urging them inside.
"Over here! Come here!"
"Inside! Everyone over here! Get inside!"
"Tanjiro! Nezuko! Come in here!"
"Mitsuri! Mitsuri!"
"Inosuke! Inosuke— DON'T YOU DARE RUN THE OTHER WAY!"
"Oi! Zenitsu! Come here you idiot! Over here!"
Tanjiro gritted his teeth, keeping a grip on his sister's hand as they pushed through the blizzard that seemed so determined to keep them all in its cold clutches. The light of the school's doorway seemed so distant from the overwhelming curtain of white and grey, he could barely hear the shouts over the roaring wind.
Suddenly, he felt Nezuko stumbled, which made him stumble as well. Tanjiro yelped, eyes instinctively closing as he anticipated falling face-first into the snow.
Only to feel someone clutch the back of his coat. Tanjiro yelped again as he was instead lifted off the snowy ground, panicking for only a moment when he felt Nezuko let go of his hand only to hear her voice. "Yoriichi-san!"
Opening his eyes, he finds himself tucked underneath Yoriichi's armpit with Nezuko underneath his other armpit. His uncle's friend (housemate? best friend? babysitter? lover?) showcasing once again how strong he was as he effortlessly trudged through the snow with both children in his grasp.
Uncle Sumiyoshi was already at the doorway of the school, looking relieved when he saw all three of them. "Tanjiro! Nezuko! Yoriichi!" He called out, reaching out to quickly tug Yoriichi into the warmth of the building with both children in hand. Yoriichi grunted, gently letting both Tanjiro and Nezuko down on their own feet where they were immediately taken into Sumiyoshi's arms into a tight hug, Tanjiro hugged him back, sharing a smile of relief as their uncle looked up. "Yoriichi! Thank you! I was worried!"
"It was no problem, Sumiyoshi." Yoriichi replied with a small smile, reaching over to pat Tanjiro and Nezuko's heads. "Come on, let's get away from the doorway to somewhere warmer."
Behind them, Tanjiro's P.E. teacher, Tomioka Giyuu, and Homeroom Civics teacher, Himejima Gyomei, worked together to shove the snow back enough so that they could fully close and lock the door to prevent the blizzard's coldness from permeating into the school any longer.
The Kamados and Yoriichi kept close together as they followed the others into a warmer room, Tanjiro's History teacher, Rengoku Kyojuro, was bringing in multiple heaters while his Biology teacher, Kocho Kanae, was handing out a few blankets and heating pads full of warm water to those who needed it.
Tanjiro thanked his teacher for the blanket, giving it to Nezuko who glared at him and dragged him into sharing it together. He smiled helplessly at his amused uncle who accepted another blanket while Yoriichi accepted a heating pad.
"Goodness, this blizzard really came out of nowhere!" His senpai, two years above him and Kanae's sister, Kocho Shinobu exclaimed as she looked out the window. There was nothing but a thick curtain of heavy snow outside.
Tanjiro's Chemistry teacher, Obanai Iguro, was fussing over miss Kanroji Mitsuri, who blushed underneath his attention and nodded to her friend, Shinobu. "It really did! I know it was supposed to be snowing today, but they said nothing about a blizzard."
"Kocho-sensei! I need another blanket! I'm FREEZING!" Agatsuma Zenitsu, one of Tanjiro's best friends, wailed dramatically while wrapped in one of the given blankets only to wince when his adoptive brother, Inadama Kaigaku whacked the back of his head. "MEAN! MEAN! Jii-chan would scold you if he was here!"
"Jii-chan would tell you to shut the hell up!" Kaigaku argued back with a scowl as he shoved a heating pad into Zenitsu's face, ignoring the shriek from the younger boy. Tanjiro smiled slightly at the sight of them bickering as Zenitsu wordlessly moved the heating pat into his blanket while arguing with his brother.
The school's main doctor and resident Health teacher, Maaya Tamayo, was making rounds in the room. Checking on everyone who'd been in the blizzard, even Giyuu and Gyomei who'd been at the doorway. "Hashibara-san, please settle down. I would hate to call your grandma and tell her that you got sick." Tamayo gently said to Hashibara Inosuke, Tanjiro's other best friend, who'd been rowdily and stubbornly rejecting the blanket. Saying that he was too strong and healthy to care about temperature when he was clearly shivering, the boy froze at the mention of his grandmother and immediately was cowed. Accepting the blanket with a grumble, perking when Tamayo offered a small cookie as a reward for good behavior.
Tanjiro snuggled against Nezuko in the blanket, blankly looking over the room in a slight daze.
His best friends were here, Zenitsu's brother was here, his uncle and uncle's housemate? lover? friend was here. A lot of his teachers were here— Ah, the school's janitor, Urokodaki Sakonji, was here as well! He was wheeling in another heater because one of the heaters Rengoku brought in was broken. Miss Kanroji was here. He had to wonder who else was in the school.
He hoped no one was outside in the blizzard.
"I don't think there's anyone outside anymore." Tanjiro blinked when Yoriichi suddenly addressed him, the man smiled at his startled look. "Don't worry Tanjiro-kun, there's no one outside. I promise. Everyone's safe inside."
Ah, what a relief then. He trusted Yoriichi's words because he was a close friend of the family, of Uncle Sumiyoshi and Aunt Suyako. Plus, his cousin Sumire absolutely adored Yoriichi for good reason. Him and Uta, Yoriichi's girlfriend who not only lived with them but was also oddly close to his uncle and aunt as well were very much welcomed and trusted by their family.
As everyone who'd been caught in the blizzard slowly warmed up, the school's intercom system pinged to life. Practically everyone perked to attention as the school's director, Ubuyashiki Kagaya, spoke from the speakers.
"Good evening everyone. It's rather unfortunate for me to say that the weather has summarily trapped everyone within the school for an unknown amount of time. The blizzard was too sudden, and is currently too heavy for any outside help to come for us to rescue. But worry not, for Kimetsu Academy is well stocked and capable of housing us for the time being. I do not know how many of us are stuck inside, so please, gather to the school's main cafeteria so we may do a head count. Thank you."
"Alright, you heard Ubuyashiki-sama! Towards the cafeteria!" Kyojuro proclaimed, "Urokodaki-san! Help me move the heaters to the cafeteria!"
"Alright."
"Careful Mitsuri, do you need another blanket?"
"Wahahaha! Cafeteria! I'm hungry! I want tempura!!"
"Everyone, please form an orderly line. Let's get you all to the cafeteria."
"If anyone's feeling off, please let me know. I will check on you and see what I can do to help."
"Tannjirooo! Neezuukooo! Kaigaku's being meeaan to meeee!"
"Shut the hell up! Why're you tattling to the Kamados 'bout me?!"
Ignoring Zenitsu's attempts to drag him and his sister into their brother bickering, Tanjiro focused on his sister instead, making sure she was alright before helping her up and letting her keep the blanket.
"Nii-chan! You need the blanket more!" Nezuko insisted with a pout, trying to hand off the blanket to him.
Tanjiro resolutely shook his head, "Nope! You need it more, you still feel cold!"
Before the Kamado siblings could get into a bickering banter of their own, Tanjiro was suddenly covered by a different blanket. "Calm down you too, here Tanjiro. Take my blanket, I wasn't in the blizzard as long as you were, and I can share Yoriichi's heating pad!" His uncle declared, linking arms with the faintly amused Yoriichi who nodded wordlessly.
With both siblings covered with their own respective blanket, they followed everyone else to the cafeteria.
There's a surprising amount of people already there, almost everyone Tanjiro recognizes immediately on sight. The Tokito twins; Muichiro and Yuichiro. Shinazugawa Genya and his older brother who was their respective maths teacher, Shinazugawa Sanemi. Ubuyashiki's children; Kiriya and Kuina, Kyojuro's little brother Rengoku Senjuro, his friend Ayaki Rui. Miss Tamayo's assistant, Yamamoto Yushiro.
Shinobu and Kanae's adoptive little sister and Tanjiro's senpai, one year above, Tsuyuri Kanao. The Soyama couple, third year Soyama Hakuji and first year Soyama Koyuki. Giyuu's husband and their physics teacher, Tomioka Sabito was here too, along with their other teachers. Their art teacher Uzui Tengen and their home economics teacher, Haganezuka Hotaru.
Tengen's wives were going around, providing warm meals and other little items, Uzui Makio, Uzui Suma, Uzui Hinatsuru.
Tanjiro sat with his sister, uncle and Yoriichi with Zenitsu, Kaigaku and Inosuke sitting right besides them at another table.
It didn't take long for the director to arrive at the cafeteria accompanied by three other people. Otogawa Nakime, the vice principal of their school. The other two… Wasn't that man a politician from the National Diet? Kibutsuji Muzan? What was he doing at their school? And that man beside him… He looked kind of familiar?
Yoriichi made a small noise of surprise, gaining the Kamados attention as he looked at the man standing besides Muzan. "Aniue?" He murmured quietly.
A-Aniue?? He was Yoriichi's brother??
As if hearing him from across the room, Yoriichi's aniue looked over to Yoriichi, startling for only a moment before a scowl set itself on his face and he looked away. Ignoring Yoriichi who seemed more than a little hurt and slouched against the cafeteria table.
That was rude!
Tanjiro and Nezuko's cheeks puffed up angrily but they couldn't do anything as Uncle Sumiyoshi motioned for them to stay put and quiet. He patted Yoriichi's arm with a reassuring look, although the look he briefly sent Yoriichi's brother was just as angry as the younger siblings had felt.
"Is everyone here? Let's wait a little longer to make sure no one else is somewhere within the school." Director Kagaya called out loud enough for all of them to hear, looking around and mentally counting the faces he saw within the room.
They waited for a little longer, no one else came.
Kagaya hummed, nodding as he called out once more, gaining everyone's attention. "Alright, I suppose this is everyone. I've counted everyone, including myself, there is thirty-seven of us. Again, it's rather unfortunate that we're stuck here but there is nothing to be done. The blizzard is too thick for us to leave, the snow is already piling high and I've received a call saying that rescue is not possible for now. At most, we will have to wait till tomorrow at most, perhaps further if the blizzard does not abate." There were multiple groans and complaints going around, grumbles and mutterings that were shared.
"In the meanwhile, Kimestu Academy welcomes you to its abode. We're willing to accommodate and provide in this time of crisis, my staff and I will be here to help you should you need it, please simply ask and we will do our best to assist you. We have plenty of food stocked up, our power is safe as we have a back-up generator, so we have no problem in providing food, water, even heating. Should you become sick, our resident doctor Maaya-san should be able to help. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience and cooperation."
Tanjiro smiled, clapping happily after the director's little speech. It was really reassuring and helped soothe any lingering fear or anxiety over being stuck in school in a harsh blizzard! Actually, it would've been worse if he was alone, but thankfully he wasn't! He had his friends, family— ah, he just hopes that the rest of his family were safe at home as well. They should be, right?
He should check as soon as possible! Hopefully the signal was alright…
"Sumiyoshi-oji-san, do you have battery and signal on your phone? Can you contact Okaa-san or Suyako-oba-san?" Tanjiro asked, seeing his phone was dead. Unfortunately he forgot to charge it today, and Nezuko forgot her phone at home.
Uncle Sumiyoshi shifted, looking through his pockets for his phone. "Ah?" Sumiyoshi's eyes widened as his searching turned frantic. "Ah?! Ah! My phone! It's gone! I think I lost it in the blizzard!"
"Oh no!" Both Kamado siblings stared at their uncle in concerned horror, "Sumiyoshi-oji-san, that's bad! My phone's dead, I can't call Okaa-san or Suyako-oba-san!"
Sumiyoshi tensed, a look of panic briefly on his face before abruptly looked over to Yoriichi who was already rifling through his own pockets. "Yoriichi…?" He asked quietly, hopefully.
The man didn't answer for a moment, expression pinching in concern before relaxing. "I have my phone." He revealed with a pleasant expression and immediately all three Kamados brightened, cheering happily. "… Ah." Yoriichi suddenly startled, which paused celebrations, "I can only send texts through my phone. It's very old, or so I'm told."
Looking closer to Yoriichi's phone, Tanjiro was shocked to see that the phone was like, an entire decade old! He doesn't even recognize the model! Just that it was really old! The scratches made it very obvious that it was an old phone too! "Yoriichi-san, that's ancient!" Nezuko blurted out, hesitantly reaching out to poke at the flippy-part of the phone. Oh! Right! It was called a flip phone, right? Shouldn't it still make calls?
"Yoriichi, you still have that old phone?! I thought I told you to get a new phone! It's so old, the microphone can't work anymore, you can only send texts can't you?" Uncle Sumiyoshi frowned, looking at the slightly put upon Yoriichi. He sighed, shaking his head, "Still, it's better than nothing. Can you send texts to Suyako and Kie-chan? Tell them we're safe in Kimestu Academy, okay? Oh, and tell Uta to handle with bedtime tonight for Sumire, I don't think you can do it this time…"
Yoriichi seemed to droop at the end but he nodded, immediately getting to work in texting Tanjiro's mother, aunt and Yoriichi's own girlfriend who also lived with Sumiyoshi and Suyako.
It wasn't a phone call but a text was better than nothing.
Tanjiro looked around and saw that everyone had the same idea in texting or calling their respective relatives, friends or guardians. Oh, they could have also borrowed someone else's phone… No, everyone else were busy and worried enough. Using Yoriichi's phone was enough.
That aside, Tanjiro really hoped that everyone else was alright. His father would be safe in the hospital, and the bakery should be well protected from even a harsh blizzard like this…
CRASH
Tanjiro was instantly on his feet, he wasn't the only one.
"What was that?!" Someone called out, concerned from the sound of breaking glass that came from somewhere else.
"It came from two rooms away to the west!" Zenitsu exclaimed, Tanjiro didn't hesitate, trusting Zenitsu's hearing. He had really good hearing after all.
Tanjiro was a bit too focused on trying to find the room that Zenitsu was talking about to hear his uncle's voice calling out to him, though he wasn't the only one who went to find it. "Here it is!" Tanjiro exclaimed, already seeing and feeling the cold air growing from the room he found. A stark contrast to the warmth of the school he'd just adjusted to.
"Tanjiro, wait—!"
"WAHAHAH! Don't forget me Monumo!"
"Inosuke! You idiot come back here!"
It was too late, Tanjiro had already opened the door even when Yoriichi reached him and snatched him up. Even more cold air seeped into the school, causing those who were nearest to shiver. Peering inside, Tanjiro was shocked to see a window broken. "Something broke a window and now cold air and snow is coming in!" Tanjiro called out, squirming in Yoriichi's grip.
"Quickly! Someone get a tarp and tape! Or nails even! Anything to block off that window!" Someone shouted, teacher Sanemi, Tanjiro recognized that barking voice from anywhere. Behind them, several footsteps rushed off.
Tanjiro looked up at the man who was keeping him from the floor, "Yoriichi-san, can you help them? You're good with the cold." He asked, remembering that despite everything so far, Yoriichi had managed to look the most unaffected by the cold. And he'd even been fast in the snow back when they were in the blizzard.
Yoriichi looked down at him, then at the broken window before nodding. "Okay. But please keep away from the broken window and snow, Sumiyoshi is worried." Tanjiro gave him a sheepish smile as he was set down and the man went into the room to survey the scene.
With how dire the situation was, it wasn't long until someone came back with a tarp, nails, and even some planks of wood to ensure the tarp was secure and no snow or cold breeze could escape, Inosuke had been surprisingly helpful since he was the one who brought the planks of wood from somewhere. "Yes! Praise the great Inosuke!" The teen puffed out his chest, turning his blanket into a cape with a smug look.
"Don't push it kid." Sanemi replied bluntly as he and Yoriichi got to work nailing down the tarp.
Tanjiro and Giyuu were cleaning up the glass, Tanjiro insisting on helping.
Though, as he was helping in cleaning up the glass… "Eh? Tomioka-sensei! Shinazugawa-sensei! Yoriichi-san! I found something! I think it's what broke the window?" He called out as he finds the object which had rolled underneath a desk. He doesn't know how they missed it, since it was so big and was mostly covered in snow, but there it was.
Giyuu blinked, sweeping the glass to the side before coming over to Tanjiro, motioning to Sanemi and Yoriichi that he was going to check it out. The two of them weren't done with covering the window yet after all. "What is this?" He questioned aloud, shifting the desk out of the way to look at the object.
It was hard to tell as it was covered in snow and what seemed to be ice. "Was this thrown in here? It's heavy, the blizzard couldn't have just blown it into the window, it broke the glass…" Using his sleeve to cover his hand, Giyuu brushed away the snow and Tanjiro copied him to help with the clean up.
At first they thought it was round-shaped because of the amount of snow it was under, but no. It was an actual sphere or orb, it looked to be made of gold, with something carved into the surface. A language neither seemed to recognize.
"Maybe it's Uzui-sensei's art piece? It looks pretty!" Tanjiro proposed as the uncovered more of the weird sphere. Since it was outside and covered in snow, it was cold to the touch. "Should we bring it to the cafeteria Giyuu-sensei? Maybe it belongs to someone?"
Giyuu hummed, eyes narrowed as he looked over the round object. It looked expensive, it could be an art piece that Tengen had either made or bought and forgot about… but it was outside, not to mention, it had somehow gotten inside through the window. Did someone throw it? No, they would've heard someone by now if someone threw it through the window just to get their attention. Not ot mention, it was too big for someone throw it so far.
Giyuu tested its weight and— He grunted, managing to life it off the ground. Tanjiro was quick to help him. It was easier to lift with two people, but still cumbersome to throw it… "We might as well show this to Ubuyashiki-sama and the others, so yes." He turned his head towards his fellow teacher and Tanjiro's… family friend? "Shinazugawa, Tsugikuni-san."
"Yeah, we heard ya! Go take that thing to Ubuyashiki-sama. We'll finish the window and make sure it's sturdy." Sanemi waved off, hammering a few more nails into the plank and tarp. The room was still cold, but at least it wasn't as cold as it was when the window was broken.
Yoriichi nodded in agreement, silently helping the man with the window.
Tanjiro smiled before grunting as he and his P.E. teacher began to haul the sphere back towards the cafeteria. Thankfully, the room wasn't too far away from it so it wasn't that hard of a task. On the way there, they met with a few others— Inosuke who immediately wanted to know what they were carrying, Zenitsu who finally left the cafeteria out of curiosity himself, Kiriya and Kuina as well with Sabito overseeing them all.
"What is it? What is it?" Kuina asked, hopping alongside Tanjiro and Giyuu as they carried the sphere.
Inosuke grinned, "It's a giant egg!" He declared as it it was a fact.
"Idiot! It's not an egg!" Zenitsu immediately refuted, glaring at his best friend's idiotic declaration before looking at the sphere curiously. "Whatever it is, it looks expensive. How much do you think it costs?" Money symbols practically flashed on his eyes as he grinned at the thought of selling this expensive-looking thing.
"I don't know, but it must belong to someone! Maybe Uzui-sensei since it's kind of pretty looking!" Tanjiro replied and instantly the thoughts of money disappeared from Zenitsu's head, replaced with disappointment and disdain.
Sabito snorted, amused by the trio's antics like always as he walked alongside Giyuu, "Looks heavy. Need some help, Giyuu?"
Giyuu declined after glancing at him, "No, Kamado and I can carry this just fine Sabito."
"Alright, if you say so."
Arriving back to the caferia with little fanfare, Tanjiro smiled sheepishly at the unimpressed expression his uncle gave him for running off so suddenly. "Nii-chan!" Nezuko, on the other hand, was glad to see him again. She seemed a lot warmer now, she didn't need the blanket anymore. "What's that?"
"We don't know!" Tanjiro replied cheerfully while Giyuu looked around for Tengen.
"Oi! Uzui! Is this yours?"
Tengen looked up from where he was flirting with his own wives with a squint, "Pft! It's certainly flashy enough to be an art piece but it's not mine! Pretty though! Carving language into a gold-painted surface… Oho! I have inspiration for my next piece!" He exclaimed with a wide grin.
"Oh dear, Tomioka--san, Kamado-san, where did you find that?" Kagaya questioned, stepping forward to look at what they were carrying. "It seems heavy, set it down you two."
Tanjiro beamed, "Okay!"
He thinks he hears the strange politician man, Muzan, mutter something under his breath. Something about ostentatious? Whatever that meant? Yoriichi's rude brother nodded to whatever it was he said.
Both he and Giyuu slowly lowered the sphere unto the ground, "There we—"
The words carved into the orb as well as its seams began to glow.
"—go? Huh?" Tanjiro blinked, surprised for a moment.
Then, out of nowhere, his vision- everyone's vision was overtaken by white, causing a ruckus as Tanjiro stumbled backwards, landing on his behind with his family crying out his name while Sabito cried out Giyuu's name.
"Tanjiro!"
"Giyuu!"
"AHHH!! What's going on?!?!?"
"What the fuck is this?!"
"Papa! Nii-chan!"
"Kiriya! Kuina! Here!"
"Muzan-sama, stay behind me!"
"Nezuko!"
"Tamayo-sama!"
"What is this?! Where am I?!"
"Huh? Huh? What's— Giyuu-san? Giyuu-san is that you? Where am I? What happened? What's— these scents—"
Tanjiro rapidly rubbed at his eyes, trying to gain his vision back. The strangest thing was that he swore he heard him…self…?
His vision returned surprisingly quick, eyes blinking rapidly to get rid of the white spots and blurriness. However, as he did so, he realized that someone was standing in front of him. He was a young man wearing a checkered black and green haori with a white robe underneath. He had black pants and straw-made boots. Around his neck was a soft violet scarf with a small butterfly pin at the end. What the most shocking thing was though, was his face.
He looked exactly like Tanjiro, only older but his right eye was lighter than his left and the birthmark that Tanjiro had was slightly different shaped. His look-alike was staring right back at him with a very similar shocked expression to his own.
Behind him, he could see another man, taller.
He looked exactly like his P.E. teacher, Tomioka Giyuu. Only his hair was really short, and instead of a tracksuit, he wore a distinct haori, it was two different designs on each side with the split in the middle. One side was completely carmine, the other was traditional green, dark green, orange and yellow rhombi pattern. Underneath was a plain white robe and black pants with charcoal blue tabi socks. He was staring at Sabito, who stared behind an equally staring Giyuu.
"… Sabito?" The man, who looked like and sounded like his teacher whispered.
And then all of a sudden his gaze shifted and his grieving, shocked expression turned into righteous fury and malice.
"Kibutsuji Muzan!"
The fighting started afterwards.
[----- KNK -----]
Reiwa Secret
→ Yoriichi and Uta are both alive! And both live with Kamado Sumiyoshi and Suyako. They are dearly beloved family friends on the account that they work with Sumiyoshi and Suyako in their antique store. Sometimes even the bakery, but it is because of their treatment of the children, especially Sumire, that has them very much loved by the Kamados. Although Kie and her family suspect there's more to all four of their relationships, but are not nosy enough to pry.
Writing Notes
→ This fic is more realistically grounded than the actual Kimestu Academy manga. So the Academy characters do not know any breathing techniques even as a gag, there will be no exaggerated explosions from Tengen, Inosuke cannot dig through concrete, etc. etc. The Manga is funny as hell, but for our sake and for entertainment's sake, this world will be more modernly grounded.
→ We will be referring to the Academy characters as KNK! characters, aka Kimetsu no Kansatsu characters, while the post-canon/canon characters will be referred to as KNY! characters in our notes.
→ If you're wondering about Inosuke's situation with family, Kotoha is alive, however she does not have custody over Inosuke at the moment due to medical issues. For now, Inosuke is being cared for by his adoptive grandmother, Hisa.
Vox have a hyperfocus/obsession with sharks in canon, does the veesswap! Vox have a different obsession??
Yknow what, I never thought about it so sure, it's a great idea
He probably wouldn't be as obvious about it as canon Vox, but he won't be able to help himself from inserting sharks into his brand
The first post that gets the ball rolling, followed by a couple more where he wears certain shark-themed accessories
It's not long before he gets shark-themed gifts from fans and his line gets more comfortable releasing shark-based designs. Soon enough fans associate him with sharks (kind of like animal themes with kpop idols)
Then he gets Shok.wav on his birthday as a gift from Val. Now he has a seperate account only dedicated to Shok.wav. He's glad because a pet is good for the relatability factor but also he just loves his new son
Now I'm imagining a beach post where @Voxx reveals that Vox is half-shark to his fans
The thing with Voxel is that he really is playing the role as Vox's guardian angel, he didn't like him at first but later on grows to become obsessively protective of his counterpart. (He becomes an Alastor hater in real time™ he's gonna teach Vox how to be a real IDGAFer)
The fic prolly won't be out in a while—Chapter 1 is currently in the works though—so I can't really help but spill some few details about then if anyone is curious to know.
Very non conventional "Vox gets help" post season 2 fic featuring an alternate version of Vox ending up in canon Vox's body and basically going; dude what the hell is wrong with you and why do I have to fix this mess.
This whole thing mostly stems from me wanting to get Vox properly medicated (I HC him as having Bipolar 1) and improve his mental state.
Maybe it's just the psychologist student in me but i think if most sinners get diagnosed they'd prolly realize sooner that their mental health is way worse than they realize and not just because of the "it's hell of duh you're gonna get worse" mindset.
Like sure there's the more commonly known drug addictions and depression but not nearly enough people know anything about other disorders. Especially since no doubt a majority of sinners died way before the terms were coined.
Enter Voxel who technically is medicated but not in the usual way—since we know that Vox is immune to Val's saliva we could assume that alcohol and other types of drugs won't have an effect on him due to being biotechnological. So normal medications are off the table, instead he'd have to scan his brain for any abnormalities or spikes in emotions and make a code patch to stabilizer his mood before a manic episode is triggered.
Just like with finding the right medication, Voxel had to go through a lot of trial and error and making new code patches each time it fails since he's not an average sinner and has no basis to go off of for his technological medication.
Then we have Vox who has mostly never even heard of bipolar (and if he did he'd only know the stereotypes of it), and has never been medicated in his entire life and afterlife. Voxel has a lot going on for him to help his counterpart not fuck up his afterlife more than he already had, lmao.
Very non conventional "Vox gets help" post season 2 fic featuring an alternate version of Vox ending up in canon Vox's body and basically going; dude what the hell is wrong with you and why do I have to fix this mess.
This whole thing mostly stems from me wanting to get Vox properly medicated (I HC him as having Bipolar 1) and improve his mental state.
Maybe it's just the psychologist student in me but i think if most sinners get diagnosed they'd prolly realize sooner that their mental health is way worse than they realize and not just because of the "it's hell of duh you're gonna get worse" mindset.
Like sure there's the more commonly known drug addictions and depression but not nearly enough people know anything about other disorders. Especially since no doubt a majority of sinners died way before the terms were coined.
Enter Voxel who technically is medicated but not in the usual way—since we know that Vox is immune to Val's saliva we could assume that alcohol and other types of drugs won't have an effect on him due to being biotechnological. So normal medications are off the table, instead he'd have to scan his brain for any abnormalities or spikes in emotions and make a code patch to stabilizer his mood before a manic episode is triggered.
Just like with finding the right medication, Voxel had to go through a lot of trial and error and making new code patches each time it fails since he's not an average sinner and has no basis to go off of for his technological medication.
Then we have Vox who has mostly never even heard of bipolar (and if he did he'd only know the stereotypes of it), and has never been medicated in his entire life and afterlife. Voxel has a lot going on for him to help his counterpart not fuck up his afterlife more than he already had, lmao.
