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This is how I imagine Choso looking/dressing in my fic, looks good from above, no?
This one was a bit self indulgent not going to lie...
Really not been in the mood to write recenltly, think it might be wrtier's block so I've been trying to art my way out of it, should probably expect a few bits of art coming up before another chapter or story!
Choso Kamo
Fogbound Ch.3
It’s been a few days, and already the rhythm of your apartment has changed in small, imperceptible ways, except that nothing feels imperceptible to Choso. He notices everything. The way footsteps fall. The weight of a sigh. How long a silence lasts.
And now, that silence hangs a little heavier than it used to. He doesn’t move like someone trying to prove himself. He moves like someone trying to disappear gently into the fabric of the home, hoping to earn his place not through grand gestures but by simply being useful. He sweeps without being asked, he refolds the blankets after you’ve gone to bed, lines up the mugs on the drying rack by size. When you speak he pauses to listen - attentive - making even your smallest comments feel worth saying aloud. You never stop him. You never make him feel awkward or intrusive. You only smile, thank him in that soft, sincere way you always do, and every time, it settles something in his chest, like dropping a stone into a well and hearing it finally touch bottom.
But your boyfriend notices too.
He doesn’t mention anything outright. Not at first. He only starts to move differently. Slower. He drags his heels when you ask for a favor. He sighs louder when he stands. He watches Choso out of the corner of his eye, long stares that he pretends are nothing, that he thinks no one sees.
But Choso sees.
Gyutaro
Unhealthily obsessed with this man
Anyone have any fic recs?
Unspoken Sparks Ch.5
The moment Kyojuro closes the door to his apartment, he’s smiling. Not just a polite smile, not the enthusiastic one he gives to students when they get a question right, this is softer, private. His shoulders feel looser than they have in days. He moves on autopilot, shoes off, coat hung, cookies you made placed reverently on the counter like some kind of treasure. He doesn’t reach for his phone, doesn’t pace, doesn’t question.
Instead, he chuckles to himself as he pours a glass of water, eyes still a little distant, the image of you under the cherry blossoms vivid in his mind. He hadn’t planned for it to be a date per se, not exactly. But it had become one. And to him, that counted just the same.
He smiles again, recalling how your hand slipped so easily into his. How you didn’t let go, not even after the students saw. How you still chose to walk beside him, even through the flustered panic. The little things; the outfit you chose, the cookies you made, how you remembered his favourite food without needing to ask again, those don’t escape him.
He knew what that meant, he knows what he wants, too.
"Progress," he murmurs to himself, as much as a man who yells everything can, and takes a sip of his water. “Small steps, Rengoku.”
He won’t rush you. But he isn’t uncertain. He’s never been one to hesitate when it counts.
Gyutaro
I got an AO3!
I just set up my AO3 account, it has the same name so feel free to check it out if you prefer that platform :D
the next time you hesitate to leave a comment on a fic remember that I go back and read all the comments I get on my fic whenever I'm feeling down and it makes me feel so much better
if you leave nice comments on ao3 i love you
Hiiiii I recently met your blog and I am amazed at your fic about Gyutaro, so I wondered if you could do a second part.
if you don't want it, you could do a fic where reader and Gyutaro are a couple because of their self-esteem problems feel very jealous and insecure, that it is anguish but in the end things are solved and everything is super nice
Obvious if you don't want o you're not confortable with this is completely fine that you ignore this ♡
Btw your fics are all amazing! I love it! ♡
OK so Cheer Up, Inkblot! was always supposed to be a one shot so I really struggled with this but hopefully its OK! It is a LOT shorter though
Under Your Skin CH.2
The next day was more of the same - cleaning. Over and over again until your head buzzed and your hands smelled permanently of disinfectant. You were starting to think the fumes might be killing brain cells. Levi didn’t let up either. If he saw you miss a corner, he made you do the whole damn station again. Not messy enough to be scolded, just... not perfect. And with him, apparently, it had to be.
Eventually, finally, he let you move on to what you were actually there for, practice.
You were working line work today, basic shapes and crisp lines on fake skin taped to a saddle stand. It wasn’t glamorous. Your back already ached from hunching over but you weren’t about to complain. You’d tattoo the soles of your own feet if it meant getting better.
Levi was busier than the day before, mid-way through a full back piece on some gym rat who spent ten full minutes hyping himself up before even taking his shirt off. Now he was face-down on the table, occasionally letting out muffled grunts like he was dying inside but trying to sound tough about it. To his credit, he hadn’t tapped out. Yet.
Even with Levi elbow-deep in that dude’s spine, you still heard his voice bark from across the room.
“Your wrist is too stiff.”
Fogbound CH.2
Choso is just as startled as the man he nearly walks into. He freezes, water still dripping from the ends of his dark, messy hair. The man stares him down, eyes narrowing as they travel from Choso’s bare chest to the towel sitting precariously around his hips.
“What the hell?” the man snaps, voice sharp with confusion and something else-territorial anger.
Choso blinks, awkwardly taking a step back. “Uh… hello?”
At that exact moment, you pop your head out from around the corner. “Oh! You’ve met!”
i saw ur recent post AND IT HAD ME SOBBING 💔💔 LOVE WHOEVER MADE THAT IDEA 💔
But I need more big brother rengoku AND THIS TIME WITH SISTER MITSURI (IF ITS OKAY)
(idk if this is correct but rengoku was mitsuri's mentor and she considered him as family?? Idk I got it from Google and I'm too poor to get the manga 💔)
But THE THREE HAVE A SIBLING RELATIONSHIP as rengoku the oldest, mitsuri the middle and y/n the youngest
You can pick the idea for the three but I just need to see them all bond !
(psps: idk if I'm making this too complicated sorry if I am 😿 but what if rengoku came back injured obviously and mitsuri didn't hear the news of y/n passing till rengoku told her SORRY I NEED TO SEE A PART TWO TO IT 💔)
AAAAAAAAAA I love Mitsuri and Rengoku combo + ANGST??!! killer combo
The sun filtered gently through the trees above the Demon Slayer Corps' training grounds, casting dappled shadows over the warm stone and soft grass. Mitsuri Kanroji stretched her arms high above her head with a contented sigh, pink and green braids swaying behind her as she prepared for another set of strikes.
It had been a quiet morning; clear skies, soft breeze, birds singing. She’d spent the early hours going through her katas, humming cheerfully between movements. A small basket of fresh dango sat under a nearby tree, waiting for her break.
She knew Kyojuro had gone on a mission a day or two ago - something about a train - but he hadn’t made a big fuss about it. “Just a routine assignment,” he had said, smiling with that ever-burning confidence of his. So Mitsuri didn’t worry. Not really. He always came back.
As she paused to sip some tea, a pair of Kakushi passed by at the edge of the training grounds, murmuring quietly to one another.
“...Rengoku-sama just returned…” “...At the gate now…”
Unspoken Sparks CH.4
Was Kyojuro asking you out on a date? It sounded like it… but he couldn’t be. Could he?
Your face immediately heats up before you can stop it, and you’re sure you must look absolutely insane to Kyojuro. But honestly, it didn’t even matter, obviously, you were going to say yes. Even if it wasn’t a date and just a friendly hangout, it was still more time with the man you were definitely starting to fall hopelessly in love with.
Easiest. Choice. Ever.
You nod, maybe a little too eagerly, and agree. Kyojuro’s face lights up, he looks like he might actually bounce off his feet from sheer happiness. He promises to come pick you up at 11, thoughtfully giving you a bit of a sleep-in.
You say your goodbyes, and once you watch him get back into his car, waving at you with that big, bright grin, you slam your hands against your cheeks and jump tiny, excited jumps on the spot. What were you going to wear?! Should you dress nice? Keep it casual? Something cute but not too cute? So many thoughts run wild through your mind that you barely manage to drag yourself inside.
Fogbound CH.1
Choso woke up on a bench in a town he didn’t recognize, beneath a sky the color of old porcelain. The world felt wrong—not dangerous, but detached, like he was watching it from behind glass. He knew nothing. No name. No past. But his feet itched to move.
West. He was sure of that.
He followed the pull like a compass without a face, wandering through unfamiliar streets until the instinct made him stop. Right as he passed you.
You were crouched on the sidewalk, digging through your bag for something—keys maybe. Choso’s steps faltered. Something heavy pressed in his chest, and he turned around.
“Excuse me,” he said, and you looked up, startled. “Do you know me?”
You blinked at him. “Are you trying to pick me up? Because that’s a weird opener.”