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Birdyy | 22 yo | She/they | ☀︎ Virgo ☾ Gemini ↑ Scorpio

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Just a Little Longer | Kyojuro Rengoku

Featuring: Kyojuro Rengoku, gn! reader mention of Shinobu Kocho, Hinatsuru, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyuu Tomioka

Content Warning: modern setting, angst, hurt/no comfort, implied/referenced character death

Word Count: 0.6k

A/n: For N, wherever you are.

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You heard the front door opening and immediately put down the chopstick. You grabbed a kitchen towel and cleaned your hand as you made your way to the genkan. Your husband was untying his work boots, his briefcase was leaned against the wall.

"Hi, honey," you greeted, "How's work? I roasted some sweet potatoes this afternoon. Shinobu came over and we talked about anything and everything!"

Kyojuro turned his head and smiled at you. "Hello, dear. Great to see you again."

"Do you mind snacking on the sweet potatoes for the time being? I haven't finished cooking for dinner yet." You knelt down, reached for his face with your hands and planted a soft peck on his forehead. "I'm cooking tempura."

"I'm sure it will be delicious." Kyojuro replied, his deep red irises locked on yours. Oh how you adored the way his smile reached his eyes.

"I hope so! Go clean up a bit, I'll put the sweet potatoes on the table."

"(Y/N), dear…"

"Shush, hurry up." You went back to the kitchen, taking up the chopsticks and flipping the tempura after leaving him in the genkan.

You adored your little, simple apartment. A place you called home that you and your husband had bought five years ago. You adored your small kitchen, the lovely backsplash that your husband chose, and your pots and pans collection. You loved the open floor design and how the orange glow of the evening sun illuminated your entire home. And, of course…

You loved your husband. The man who just walked out of the bathroom with his sleeves rolled up. You cracked a smile at him (you couldn't help but smile whenever he was around). Kyojuro kissed the top of your head while wrapping his two arms around your waist.

"See this? Octopus-shaped sausages!" You pointed at the sausages you fried.

Kyojuro chuckled. "They're very cute, dear."

"I know right? I just figured out how to do it! Hinatsuru taught me how to."

"(Y/N)..."

"Oh, and I met Sanemi in the supermarket today! Can you believe it? Sanemi running errands for Giyuu?"

"(Y/N), I think you should stop, my dear." Kyojuro softly gripped your shoulders and pulled you to the side, away from the stove.

"Eh? Stop running errands in that supermarket? Is it because it's too expensive?" You blinked, completely perplexed by his request.

"No, of course not," Kyojuro said, resting his forehead on yours. "You have to stop pretending that I'm here."

You stood still. Everything seemed and sounded to come to a halt, as if the entire globe had also stopped spinning. Your apartment, which was gleaming from the sunset, your kitchen, the food you were making, and the sound of people and vehicles outside. You heard nothing. 

"Kyojuro?" You asked.

Kyojuro's head tilted, his soft lips parted as he nestled against yours. You kept your eyes open the entire time, waiting for him to pull himself away. Kyojuro pecked your lips again, this time holding your face in his calloused hands.

"It's alright, dear." Kyojuro stroked your cheeks and drew you into an embrace. "Live just a little longer."

You awoke in a sitting position, your body cold and your mouth dry. The room was dark despite the fact that the crescent moon shone through the window. You could hear the buzzing of the night light and the ticking of your alarm clock. Then there's a strong smell of dust from the cardboard boxes that surround you and contain your stuff.

Then it all came crashing down on you at once.

The small apartment you'd called home was no longer yours. The collection of pans and pots was long shattered. Food was decaying, and the bathtub and sink were completely dry. There was no place to return to because Kyojuro was your home.

And Kyojuro had breathed his last.

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A/n: I actually have a longer version of this. I'll post it on Ao3 and tag you when it got published if you want.

Thank you for reading! Find me on Ao3 and Twitter

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cw: mdni, implied/referenced sex, afab

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"Hey," Suguru took the empty seat next to you, a red cup on his hand. "Did anyone help you pick this dress?"

You gazed up at him, head spinning from the alcohol and your heart racing from the music (and how close Suguru was sitting). "Huh? Why?" Shoko has approved your decision to wear a black, two-piece dress that flatters your figure wonderfully.

"Nah, it's just... it's fucking shit."

Your eyes widened, jaw dropped. "What the fuck, Suguru? You can't just tell a girl her dress is shit! What is wrong with you?"

"Hey, (Y/N), wait—"

You wasted no time waiting for Suguru to respond. You got up from the sofa and started looking for Shoko. You could hear Suguru calling out your name as he followed you closely. You scoffed, he was lucky you didn't throw your drink at him.

"Go away, Suguru~ I don't wanna talk to you~"

Finally, Suguru grasped your shoulder and pushed you up against a wall, drawing some curious glances from people nearby. He sighed and enclosed you with his muscular arms. Suguru was gorgeous with two of his top buttons undone, yet you tried to ignore that. He pissed you off.

"Alright, sorry. It's my fault for saying that, your dress doesn't look shit, okay?" Suguru finally said.

"Damn right it doesn't, Shoko helped me pick it out." You blew him a raspberry and folded your arm.

"I see... Well, it really looks good on you."

"I know right?"

"Mhmm... But I bet it'll look even better on the floor."

"Eh?"

Suguru closed the gap between you two, his nose brushing against yours. "Wanna go back to my place?"

Bonus

"So, how did it go with (Y/N)? I heard you two were having fun last night." Satoru giggled, plopping down on the sofa of their shared apartment.

Suguru threw one of his house sandals at him. "Fuck you. Your idea of a pickup line is fucking shit."

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[live-and-learn]

I wanna try and start a new thing. You can’t see anyone’s followers counts, so I just have a few mutuals that I, based on nothing, assume are just famous. Let’s start a chain to just show people how cool we think they are.

My favourite celebrities are: @when-emma-falls-in-love13 @sugarfoodie @allegory-buried @sharpasanaro and @finleycannotdraw

[larz-barz]

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[pinkpeachmitsuri]

@theyluvsmilo

@muichirothehashira

@cherryblossomsenpai

@ayunakatsukiwolfhashira

@mitsuri-chan333

<3

[cherryblossomsenpai]

;-; @pinkpeachmitsuri and @theyluvsmilo you two are just too sweet to me ;-;

Gosh, if I had to list the people I find celebrities, I’d be here for a while 💀 I’d like to mention:

@hauntedtrousers @ms0milk and @shadowofroses just to name a few 💜💜💜

[muichirothehashira-deactivated2]

@pinkpeachmitsuri

@theyluvsmilo

@cherryblossomsenpai

@muitsuri

@authorchan

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[muitsuri]

@muichirothehashira (my wife❤️❤️)

@moonlight346 (ilyt)

@loveemii (ur work is very good)

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[nim-rambles]

SOMEONE FINALLY APPRECIATES MY USER🥹😤

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❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

[muiislife]

Thank you Chip, it's flattering to know you were inspired by my work💓💓🦅💥 (I like the username too)

Here are some of my celebs:

- @theyslaydemons | first ever person I followed on Tumblr. I have been saying this forever but I love love her fanfics😩😩💓💓 She's very sweet and supportive

- @snowmist-hashira | married to Slay so I love her mutually jkjk):&2!2 My favourite writer on here along with Slay. Fun to talk to, I love when she sends me videos and art of Mui haha🥹💓

- @cloudymistedskies | I like stealing Mari's bow, I think she should forgive me, forgiveness is good 👍 /j!:&/'a Love Cloudy's art, she has a cute style. Love when she updates everyone on Kny's new official art haha

- @sakurasunkiss - what do we have to say? She makes extremely adorbs art. Got my oc drawn by her saved in my album

- @rxxawr @rxxawr @rxxawr - can't tag you, but they say if something is important, you have to repeat it three times. Love your replies and compliments haha, they're funny💓💓🦅

(Edit: holy shit i can tag @/rxxawr, sorry for the tags, i thought i couldn't do it, so i just had fun a bit🦅)

There are many more, but it's going to be too long😩💓

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OMG. Thank you, Lala, Sakura and Cloudy for the tags! It's already heartwarming to know that I was included in your lists~

My list goes;

@aeolia18: Most supportive girl, I call her mom though, we talk every day, share lots of things with each other, mostly fangirls with the twins and lots more~

@theyslaydemons: I think by now, everyone is aware how much I admire her, we share things with each other too and fangirls about the characters we simp the most HAHA~!

@valartsstuff: I love her artworks~ I stalk her blog every now and then to check the artworks she made, truly a masterpiece- Yes, I'm keeping you home with me cat.

@xaeoism: I love interacting with her~ Another precious and sweet cinnamon roll~ One of the few writers that I truly enjoy reading their fictions~ I'm kidnapping you, okay~?

@demonslayeranimex: She always checks up on me and my health, we converse whenever we could despite the busy schedule and I appreciate that!

@sakurasunkiss: Her arts are very cute and simple! Like it's so adorable, another cinnamon roll that needs to be kept hidden and safe-

@cloudymistedskies: I approve the MariMui, the content and artwork are entertaining and adorable as well~ She's like a ball of chaos and violence and I like it.

@ta-ni-ya: Up until now, I'm grateful for the artworks she had drawn along with the other mentioned artists above~ I'm cherishing it forever~

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Waaahh hii!! Thanks for the tag Skye and Misty <33 I wanna try this thing too XDD

I WANT TO CALL OUT THESE PEOPLE ---

@snowbluesky  | My daughter of a writer hhngghh I’m so happy that I got to meet youuuu :”>> Will keep sending you the smuts I write hehe~ You’re not going anywhere anymore, this will be a friendship that will stay for good  😇😘  @theyslaydemons   | You have no idea how much you’ve contributed to my Muichiro brainrot era, you’re always the constant source and boost of my serotonin levels, I hope you keep doing what you love and more people would give you what you give to others!  🥺🥺 I’ll keep sending you gorgeous arts both official and fanarts~ Hihihi

@mistymxxn  | I’m glad I came across your story waaahhh I love your works uwu I wanted to say hi cause I think you’re a cool person hihi

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@yuichiroleftarm | Speaking of sense of humor BWAHAHAA  do you have any idea how much I convulsed when I first saw your account?  😭 Thank you for giving us the closest thing we can get to Yuichiro being alive LMAOO

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@blessingstarss  | Ughh another favorite writer of mine! I just wanna say hello again XD Thank you for being also one of the reasons why I visit Tumblr againnn

@sommerflue-22  | I was anon but I sent you a request before to which you granted and it’s been such a happy boost that I re read it every once in a while  🥺 I was also in thesis season when you were sharing your struggles, so I wish you the very best!! 

@colourstreakgryffin and @midnightwriter21  | I just wanna let you know that whenever your contents appear in my timeline, they put a smile on my face I read them aaahhh :”>> Idk bro when it comes to you guys my eyes go O.O when your new posts load in my feed!

@kurumi-igarashi and @ta-ni-ya  | Hiii keep sharing your art OMGG I love them so muchh!! 

@neviixi  | Yoww! I hope you’re doing well  🥺 I sometimes get notified that you tagged me on certain posts like this one sorry for not doing them all but here’s the one to make it up to you waahh XD Take care always~ <33

And then SPECIAL MENTIONS to @krispyt, @xaeoism, @kakajuri-fics, @livelaughlovekny, @kakajuri-fics, @plvuii, @sleepykye, @peachdues, @muzanswaifu, @kyojuuros​ you guys are so amazing I hope you guys have a wonderful day!   🫶🧡

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OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH DENISE >.< I'm so touched fr aaaaa okay let's do this

@hangeslefteye we talked before and i absolutely love seeing you pop up on my feed every once in a while

@ren4ever and @am-1003 we chatted a bit and i think you guys are really cool :D

@halusinacidx - my bestie, my mom, my one and only beta reader who is very supportive??? fuck yeah ily bb <3

@xxsabitoxx and @crimsonkenjii-writes i LOVE your writings, i'm a big fan aaaaa >.<

I haven't been really active here on tumblr so I only talked to a few people ahaha 😅 HAVE A NICE DAY EVERYONE <3

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cw: mdni, implied/referenced sex

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"So, do you have any unique talent?" Satoru asked after taking one of the escargots he had ordered as an appetizer. For your first dinner date, he took you to this French restaurant. You tried to turn him down a couple times before, mainly because you thought he was obnoxious. Yet, the last time he asked you out, you were compelled to say yes. During your shift at the coffee shop, he threw his lanky ass body over the counter, attempting to give you a gigantic bouquet of flowers as he asked you out. You finally agreed since you didn't want the store manager to find out and scold you for what he done. He caused quite a scene in the shop.

"What kind of unique talent?" You replied.

"Oh, you know... like being able to chew on ice cream without getting brain freeze or whatever..."

You thought about it for a second and answered, "I'm ambidextrous."

"Wow," Satoru gasped, looking surprised, before he frowned, "That's a big word. What does that mean?"

"It means I can use both of my hands equally well."

"That's interesting, and very useful."

"Yeah, it is." You sipped your mocktail and asked, "What about you? Got any interesting talent?"

"Me? Oh, I can touch your belly button..."

You snorted, "What's so special about—"

"...from the inside."

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose. Satoru laughed heartily and moved on to another topic, ignoring your flushed cheeks.

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HII <33 IM SO SO SO SO SORRY TO BOTHER YOU. IN QUITE NEW IN TUMBLR AND I SAW THIS

IN UR PAGE AND IM CURIOUS HOW U DID IT

Hiiii it's all right, welcome to tumblr! I didn't do anything with it, i think tumblr automatically put some of my posts on top like that...

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Cherish You Forever | Kyojuro Rengoku x f!Reader

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Content Warning: Mention of night terrors, Kyojuro survives but he retired yay, Kyojuro being a loving husband T^T

Word Count: 1.3k

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You awoke upon hearing a loud crash coming from outside your room and sat up immediately. The lamp was turned off and it was still dark outside. The sound of crickets signaled that it was still the middle of the night—or, at the very least, early morning before the sun rose.

You touched the space next to you to wake up your husband, fearing that it was a burglar. Your husband, however, was not in your shared futon. You instantly realized what had occurred: your husband was awake and probably made that sound.

You left your warm futon and made your way out to look for your husband, worried. You tried hard not to make any noise with your steps, worried of startling your husband. It was not difficult to find him because the kitchen door was wide open.

When you peeked inside, you saw your husband kneeling and scooping something up from the floor. His cane was resting against the counter.

"Kyojuro-sama?" You called out his name softly as you turned on the light switch.

Kyojuro glared over his shoulder, a dark circle beneath his eye apparent. He stopped picking up the shattered porcelain cup he had dropped on the floor.

You snatched a rag from the kitchen counter and crouched next to him, helping him in picking up the fragments of the cup.

"Another night terror, dear?" You asked calmly as you wrapped the pieces and tossed them into the trash bin. You took his hands in yours and lifted him up, gave him his walking stick. Kyojuro kept his gaze fixed on the ground and did not respond to the question you asked. "Why don't you wait in the dining room, hm? I'll make you a cup of tea, yeah?"

You let go of his hands and went to make the tea, filling one of the kettles and boiling it on the the stove. A strong arm wrapped around your shoulder as you switched on the the stove. Kyojuro sighed and leaned his chin against on top of your head.

"I'm sorry," he croaked out, "It was your favorite cup, wasn't it?"

"Well, yeah but they still sell it in town. It doesn't matter, dear." You turned around, staring up at your beautiful husband.

Kyojuro kept his eye on you while his hand placed yours on his left cheek, near his eyepatch. Your lips tugged up in a small smile.

When you first met Kyojuro, you were curious about what had happened to his left eye. However, you did not dare to ask him about it. You had only recently met. You didn't want to be impolite, especially with your parents, his father, and Senjuro in the room. After all, you'd be marrying the man in a year. You had plenty of opportunity to get to know him.

Kyojuro only told you about his left eye incident on your first night as newlyweds. He let you open his yukata and his eyepatch. You uncovered what was beneath the patch after a year together. Deep scars sewn over his blind eye, as well as a massive scar on his abdomen. Kyojuro kept his gaze fixed on you as you stroked your gentle finger over his battle scars.

Then he told you about what happened while he was a Hashira. He was almost killed by an 'Upper Rank Demon,' but he was lucky since dawn was approaching and the demon fled. He had to go through numerous treatments to heal his wounds. Kyojuro's recovery was challenging, especially when he began having night terrors regarding his near-death experience. The ease with which the demon's hand pushed into his abdomen, the pain he felt when he was carried back in a stretcher, the moment he saw his late mother and realized he was about to join her in the afterlife. Kyojuro, who was half-blind and forced to walk with a walking stick, had no choice but to retire from the corps. That's when his father came up with the proposal of matching him with you, a daughter of an old acquaintance.

Nothing had ever prepared Kyojuro for the moment you told him he was strong and beautiful despite his wounds. He still got flustered now, even with the fact that you've been married for two years.

You caressed his cheek and drew him in closer, kissing the tip of his nose softly. Kyojuro's brow furrowed, and his nose pricked. You laughed and lightly slapped his chest.

"Go wait in the dining room, dear. I'll bring you tea."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The water was quickly brought to a boil. You put some tea leaves in a teapot and filled it with hot water. You carried the teapot and two cups to your dining room on a tray.

Kyojuro sat on the tatami floor, his legs hidden beneath the warm kotatsu table. He appeared to be feeling better, with a faint smile on his lips as he watched you sit down next to him and place the tray on the table.

"So," you started, "how are you feeling?"

"Much better, now you're here." Kyojuro answered. He got back to his usual cheerful tone, though not as loud. Understandable, since the two of you just woke up in the middle of the night.

You sighed and hugged his torso from the side. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Of course I didn't want to disturb you." Kyojuro kissed the top of your head. "Besides, this is something I've grown accustomed to."

"I know, but I still want to be there for you, I want to help you."

"(Y/N), dear, you're already helping me. I lost my career, I had no idea where to go, what to do. You gave me a reason to keep living."

You looked up to your husband, waiting if he wanted to continue talking.

"You were supportive when I said I wanted to study history, hoping that I can be a teacher someday. You always take care of me when I'm sick, or helping me when I'm struggling to do something... even if I say I can do it on my own. You befriend my ex colleagues. Tengen and his wives, Sanemi and Giyuu, even young Kamado. You were so patient whenever I had my night terrors, holding me in your arms until I calmed down. You do it every time, for two years until it got better lately. You've done a lot of things to help me already, (Y/N)."

You hummed, not really knowing how to respond to Kyojuro.

"I used to feel pathetic, defeated, useless. All because of these," Kyojuro waved his hand, motioning to his body, "But now I see it as a blessing. Because without these injuries, I wouldn't have marry you, the best partner I could ever asked for."

"Kyojuro... sama..."

"I love you, (Y/N)... and I'm going to cherish you forever, even in the afterlife, even in our next life." Kyojuro lifted up your chin and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips.

You slowly took off Kyojuro's eyepatch and kissed his left eye, before you kissed his nose again. He giggled and pecked your forehead.

"I don't know where you learn to speak like that." You covered your face out of embarrassment.

"Ah... Tengen, perhaps?"

"Perhaps," you patted his cheek and turned to the teapot. "Come on, let's drink our tea and get back to bed."

"I'm not sleepy yet, though."

"We can talk until we fall asleep."

Kyojuro grinned from ear to ear, "I would love that."

You poured the tea into each of your cups and the two of you drank in silence. It was comfortable, it felt right.

"Oh, by the way..."

Kyojuro turned to you and raised an eyebrow.

"I love you too, Kyojuro-sama. Always will."

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GUYS LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS ME AND OBANAI. DANG IT I'M SO SOFT IT'S SO CUTE AND AAAAAAAAA

Art by kougnamn on IG / TWT

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Haunted House | Obanai Iguro x f!Reader

Featuring: Obanai Iguro, Shinobu Kocho, Suma, Tengen Uzui

Content Warning: f!reader, modern setting, university au, cursing

Word Count: 2.7k

A/n: For reference, here's how I picture Obanai in this fic

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It was hard to put on a brave face in front of your friends while standing just in front of the Haunted House. You could hardly open your eyes while watching some mediocre horror films that weren't even terrifying. What chance do you have of surviving a Haunted House?

"Come on, (Y/N). You said that you would do it." Shinobu nudged, pushing you to go inside. "We even paid for your ticket!"

"You didn't say it's a haunted house!" You protested.

"Don't worry, (Y/N). You can just run through the whole thing, keep your eyes on the ground and follow the trail." Suma encouraged. "Plus, I heard Tengen managed to persuade that one senior you like to participate."

Your eyes widened and shushed Suma, not wanting anyone else to know that you're there for a certain someone.

It all started when your two best friends had had enough of your endless sighing when you saw Obanai Iguro, your awkward, 'allergic to women' senior. Even after graduating a year ago, he continued to study for his Master's degree at the same university. Shinobu and Suma realized it wasn't easy for you to talk to Obanai because of his difficult demeanor and the lack of opportunities for you to approach him. Though, they really wanted you to give it a chance and make a move. Hence their suggestion for you to approach him in the university festival. If it turns out that Obanai breaks your heart, they will be right there to support you. If things went well, you owe them dinner at your favorite all-you-can-eat sukiyaki joint.

You couldn't remember what made you agree to their idea, but you ended up following them to the university festival. You prepared yourself to say a few words to Obanai, perhaps in the pop-up restaurant made by the Culinary Art students. But no, you'll (hopefully) come across Obanai in the Drama Club's Haunted House.

"It's just a fake Haunted House." Shinobu rolled her eyes. "Come on, hurry up."

"Is he even in there?" You asked, giving your best puppy eyes to your friends, hoping that they'll forget this idea and you all could go get some ice cream.

"I told you, Tengen said he's in there! Your soon-to-be-boyfriend is in there!" Suma groaned, "Just go! If it turns out you can't find Iguro, or if he breaks your heart, Shinobu will pay for our sukiyaki fiesta."

"What the hell?"

"Shush, Shi-chan. (Y/N) needs some motivation to go in." Suma quickly grabbed your shoulder and pushed you into the haunted house, "Off you go!"

"HEY, WAIT I'M NOT READY—"

It was too late. The person in charge of directing visitors inside has already shut the door. You were surrounded by darkness, with only a faint red LED light on the floor to guide you. You kept your gaze fixed on the ground until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. After a minute, you could recognize your surroundings. A worn-out white cloth hung from the ceiling, as well as properties such as a rocking chair (that moves on its own), a baby carriage, and other items. You weren't sure about the haunted house's concept. It didn't matter because you were only trying to make it to the exit.

You followed the red LED lights, your hands covering your ears and your gaze fixed on the floor. You took a few steps forward and were startled to see a hideous mask on the floor next to your foot.

"Fuck my life," you bit your fist to suppress your scream. You're not going to scream over some ugly mask.

"Breathe, breathe, breathe…" you tried to calm yourself down for a little bit before resuming your journey.

After being shocked by what seemed to be a robot, dressed as a clown, you finally decided to distract yourself by singing.

"I know you guys are hiding somewhere but please don't judge my singing voice!" You yelled, took a deep breath, and started singing at the top of your lungs. "Is this the real life... is this just fantasy... Caught in a landslide, no escape—AH FUCK DON'T COME AT ME!"

The clown, that you thought was a robot, was in fact a man… and he left his place to come after you.

"NO NO NO, GET AWAY!" You backed away from the clown, who had a very scary makeup on. Too scared to actually process what you're doing, you took off one of your shoes and throw it at the clown, making him yelp in pain.

"No escape from reality—OI, NO I TOLD YOU TO GET AWAY!" You took another step back as the clown took two step forwards.

Whoever the clown was, he surely was having a great time because the next thing you knew, he walked faster towards you in such an odd and cryptic way.

You screamed and ran for your dear life, pushing your way through the properties and knocking things over. You could feel and see other people, posing as ghosts, attempting to grab your hand or shoulder. Yet you were terrified, shoving them away as you ran around the auditorium, shouting.

You came to a halt when you were faced with a dead end.

"No, no it can't be!" You touched the wall in front of you, "No! I can't go back! Please let me out!"

You froze as you heard footsteps behind you, coming closer slowly. You pressed your hands harder to your ear and crouched, closing your eyes shut.

"Please, no more, please. Please don't do anything to me…"

"Oi, woman." Whoever that person was kneeled next to you, "Oi."

You opened one of your eyes slightly and saw a silhouette of a man with his hair tied back. He wasn't dressed up in a scary costume; he was wearing a white button-up shirt and dark-colored slacks. You decided it was safe to put your trust in this guy, so you opened another eye and glanced up…

…only to be met with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

At any other time, you would probably start to blush and stutter. However you're too far gone, so afraid of your surrounding. So you did the only thing you could think of: reach out for his arms.

"I'm sorry." You whisper-yelled. "I'm so sorry, I need help standing. Please help me. I'm scared. Please—"

"Stop saying sorry, I'm here to help you." He hissed and pulled you up. "You didn't trip, did you?"

"No. I'm sorry, senpai—"

"Shush." Obanai grabbed your elbow and leading you back to the right path. "How could a coward like you enter this goddamn room alone?"

"My friends kinda dared me… t-to do it…"

He tutted, annoyed. "And you actually do it?"

You nodded. With Obanai's grip on your elbow, your fear dissipated and changed into nervousness. Suma was right, he was in the Haunted House. It looked like he was one of the 'security' that helped people out.

"I-Iguro… san?" You called out.

"Hmm?"

You actually didn't know what to say, you only wanted to say his name. But you couldn't possibly leave him hanging, it would be awkward.

"T-thank you... for saving me..."

Obanai stole a glance at you, how you were shaking and fear, afraid of your surrounding. His eyes then shifted to his hand, which was still holding your elbow as you two walk through the path.

"It's my job." Obanai let his grip fell, ignoring your small whimper of fear. "You're the only person I have to save today, so far."

"Oh... I'm sorry..."

"Hmm..."

You walked silently behind Obanai, wanting to grip his shirt but not wanting him to despise you. He might have already despised you back then. As far as you know, he never wanted to deal with any girls. He certainly didn't want to have to rescue you from the haunted house.

"You called me senpai."

"Huh?"

"Back then, you called me senpai didn't you?" Obanai asked.

"Oh, yeah... I'm majoring in Chemistry." You answered timidly, not knowing where this conversation was going.

"Hmm..."

Your gaze was drawn to the large red exit sign at the end of the path, and you let go of the breath you'd been holding. Finally, this torment was coming to an end. You couldn't wait to meet Shinobu and Suma outside, even if it meant having to part with Obanai. Overall, it was a horrible idea; Obanai would never consider you as a suitable partner. Maybe he just doesn't like girls? Maybe he's into one of his friends, like Shinazugawa or that gloomy Tomioka? Whoever it was, you knew your chances of being with Obanai were nonexistent.

A few steps away from the exit, you opened your mouth to say thank you once again...

...but instead, you let out a loud scream as someone got a grip on your ankle.

"What the fuck—"

It all happened so quickly. You slipped and crashed on Obanai's back, startling him and causing him to grab your shoulder and shove you away.

You opened your eyes and the next thing you know, you saw familiar figures hovering above you.

"Hey, thanks to your screaming, people are queueing for our Haunted House!" A bulky man with white hair grinned from ear to ear.

"Tengen-san!" Suma pushed him away and turned to you. "(Y/N)-chan! Are you alright? Is your head okay?"

"Suma..." You whimpered and propped yourself up but something's weighing down your torso.

"Iguro, that's enough. Let the poor girl up." Tengen boomed.

You looked down and noticed Obanai had fallen on top of you. His head was on top of your stomach, tilted to one side, but you realized how red his face was.

"Senpai?" You called out.

He snapped out of his own thoughts and quickly stood up, dusting off his pants as he did so. Obanai stared down at you before quietly walking away.

"You're not even going to help her up?" Shinobu sneered.

Obanai stopped right on his track.

"What's with your 'allergic to girls' bullshit, huh?"

"Shinobu, it's alright, I'm fine." You got on your feet, helped by Suma, and held on Shinobu's arm. "Come on let's go, okay?"

"No, (Y/N), I'm gonna rip off that goddamn mask from his face!"

"Shi-chan, let's just drop this okay? (Y/N) probably needs food, she's still shaking." Suma added, totally worried. Shinobu might seemed calm on the outside, but both you and Suma knew she was in rage.

Shinobu stayed where she stood, but her eyes bore into Obanai's. She lifted a finger and pointed at him. "I will not let you get close to (Y/N) ever again."

Without waiting for Obanai's response, Shinobu tugged yours and Suma's elbows, dragging you away from the Haunted House. You looked over your shoulder and grimaced when you noticed Obanai just froze. His eyes were on the ground, hands balled up in a fist.

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It's been a month since the Haunted House incident. Shinobu apologized for what she had said, but she stood by it. Despite Obanai's 'female allergy,' he should have helped you up. You admitted she had a valid argument.

"It's fine," you said. "Makes it easier for me to forget him."

That's not true at all. Even after a month, you still caught yourself staring at him whenever you saw him from afar. In the library, in the cafeteria, across the campus' quad, even in a crowded diner near your campus. Obanai was everywhere. Most of the time you stole a glance towards him when Shinobu wasn't looking. It was hard not to, you've been crushing on your senior for more than a year now.

You sat in your classes, randomly thinking if Obanai found the topic you're currently learning as difficult. You examined your professor and wondered if Obanai hated him. It's even harder for you to forget him since you're majoring the same thing as him.

You stared at the paper in your hand, then at the door in front of you. Your professor had crossed one of your answer, even when you got the right answer. You've checked with your classmates. Thinking it was a mistake, you decided to ask the professor about it.

You knocked on his door and waited. No answer. You knocked again. Still no answer. Just when you're about to knock for the third time, the door opened.

"Hi, Professor, I was wondering if I could talk to... you?"

A pair of heterochromatic eyes stared down at you, mouth covered with a mask.

"Huh." Obanai opened the door a bit wider. "He's not here at the moment."

"I see... Well, then... I'll come back tomorrow." You nodded your head and turned on your heels.

"Wait."

You raised an eyebrow at him.

"Is that your quiz from last week?" Obanai asked, to which you nodded. "Come in."

You followed him in and closed the door. Your professor's office was quite spacious and organized. Tons of books in his bookcase, files and papers on his desk, and Obanai who, for whatever reason, was in there, leaning against the professor's desk. He held out his hand, motioning for you to give him your paper. You gave it to him, standing a few steps away from Obanai.

"Are you the Teaching Assistant?" You asked.

"Yes. I graded yours and your classmates' answers."

"Okay."

The room grew silent, and you took advantage of the opportunity to take a look at him up close. Obanai was just a couple of inches taller than you. He's dressed in his typical black and white striped shirt and has his hair done back in a ponytail. You remembered how he used to let it fall on his shoulder. You loved seeing his hair like that. To be able to see him there in front of your eyes, bathed in sunlight from the window…

Obanai has never appeared more ethereal.

"I made a mistake, didn't I?" He asked, out of the blue. You were caught off guard.

"Uh... yeah, it's that... that one, number eight. I got the right answer, yet you still crossed it."

Obanai took a pen from his pocket and scribbled on your paper. You waited for him to finish. He probably caught you staring, but you didn't really care. Just because you didn't have any chance to be with him, didn't mean you're not allowed to appreciate his beauty, right?

Obanai folded your paper in half and handed it back to you. "I apologize."

You grabbed the paper and waved your hand. "No, it's fine. It's a small mistake."

"I mean for the other day."

"Huh?"

"Back in the Haunted House."

"Ah..." You could feel your cheeks turned crimson. "It doesn't matter, senpai. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and for what my friend said."

Obanai didn't say anything, he just stared at you and nodded slowly.

"Well, then," you cleared your throat, "I better get going."

"Yeah."

He walked you back to the door, something that he didn't really need to do since it was only a few steps away. Obanai opened the door for you and leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Thanks again, senpai." You cracked a small smile.

Obanai nodded. "Check again if I crossed any of your right answers."

"Oh, I believe that was the only answer you crossed." You unfolded the paper. "I checked all of them and..."

"Mhmm?"

You were at loss of words. There were a scribble at the end of your paper, something that wasn't there before.

i'm sorry fancy some dinner to make up for it? Text me: 003-XXXX-XXXX

"S-senpai?"

"Don't... call me that." Obanai looked away, a tint of pink was visible on his pale cheek.

"...Obanai-san?"

He sighed. "You're not supposed to read it here."

"I'm sorry." You chuckled, not really prepared to witness your senior being flustered because of you.

"So?" Obanai asked. "Your answer?"

"S-sure." You gave him a thumbs up. It was an awkward move but you just got asked out by your crush for a dinner.

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up at seven." Obanai stepped back and closed the door, a little bit too hard.

You froze in your place, clutching your quiz paper on your chest. Your mind went fuzzy, couldn't comprehend what happened just yet.

"Dinner... at seven... okay..."

You walked away, looking at the scribble Obanai left on your paper. A little squeal slipped past through your lips as you walked faster, eager to reach your dorm and get ready for dinner.

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Often time, Sanemi's habit of touching you goes unnoticed. You let him hold your hand, grab your arm, has his arm around your shoulder, around your waist. He does it anytime, anywhere. It's cute because his lips will tug up, happy to have you near him.

However, it can also be a challenge when you're trying to do something else, yet you're being held back by his strong grip.

"Hey, I'm trying to do what we're supposed to do here." You hit his head gently with a pack of tofu. It's the weekend, and as usual you're getting some groceries from the nearest supermarket.

"Hmm?" He just pulls you even closer, his arm around your waist. It's really hard for you to move around and push the trolley with Sanemi clinging on to you.

"Hey—"

"She's staring at you, I don't like it."

You discreetly peek behind your back. A woman, probably in her early forties, caught your eyes. You remember her standing close to you when you're picking up some chicken. She's really gorgeous, reminds you of an ex you used to date before Sanemi. You didn't pay her any mind, but Sanemi might noticed her sparing you a glance. You understand why he's being more clingy than usual.

"She's not, you're overthinking it." You gently peel his hand away from your waist. "Keep your hand to yourself, please."

He shrugs, "I mean, I could but why would I want to?"

You're about to protest when he leans in and kisses your cheek, stopping you from scolding him. Sanemi grins triumphantly and walks away. "I'll get the eggs, see you in a bit, babe."

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Hi guys, things haven't been going well for me. My herpes flared up, i kinda failed my thesis presentation and will have to do some revisions, and my cat ran away. So sorry for the lack of update but i'll try to write more stories and write your requests as well. Might take a while tho, so sorry :<

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Pretty Boy | Obanai Iguro x Reader

Content Warning: MDNI, graphic depictions of sexual acts, gn!reader, submissive Obanai, dominant reader, foreplay, slight choking, pet names, praise/degradation, creampie, multiple orgasms

Word Count: 0.6k

A/n: in my obanai brainrot era. i wrote this at 5am in the morning, hella deprived of sleep. can't really see him as a dom tbh, obanai is a sub through and through. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL—

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Clouded eyes gazed up at you, so dazed and stripped off any common sense. Glistening lips parted, panting, letting out small whimpers. Such a pretty face turning crimson, beads of sweats were forming on his temple. You smirked. How could someone who acts so harsh around other people be so submissive and pliant? Wrapped around your fingers like his life depends on every word you say, every order you give.

You smiled, rather nonchalantly. One of your hand held him across his torso, fingers playing with one of his nipple, as another hand fondled his balls oh so slowly. He arched his back, urging you to touch him more. That wouldn't do. You stopped teasing his nipples, moving your hand up to wrap it around his neck. You put a little bit of pressure on it, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice unwavering as your pretty little boytoy sat on your lap, his back against your chest.

No answer. Instead, his turquoise and yellow orbs met yours, teary and desperate.

"Answer me."

He whimpered.

"Fine, if the high and almighty Obanai Iguro won't tell me what he needs..." you retracted both of your hands from his body.

He stopped you, holding both of your hands in his.

You stared down at him. "What the fuck do you want, then? Use your words, pretty boy."

The nickname was enough to send shiver down his spine.

"Want you. Please." He croaked out.

"Where do you want me?"

"Anywhere, please..." Obanai swiftly turned, now straddling you. "Just touch me, please... please..."

You let him hide his face on the crook of your neck as he started grinding down on your thigh. His cock was fully erect, leaking pre-cum.

"I barely even touched you and your pathetic cock's already leaking?" You sneered.

He whined so close to your ear. Oh how you loved teasing him, watching as his arrogant and ruthless persona crumbled down, exposing his true nature: a fucking touch-starved man. What could his colleagues possibly say if they knew how much of a pillow princess he actually was? He knew nothing about how to pleasure you. All he knew was how to moan out your name as you ravaged his body. Though, you let him do that.

Because bringing someone as merciless as Obanai down to his knees was something you took pride in. It's a personal achievement. Nobody could make him beg the way you could. You're determined to rewire his mind, so that he'd worship the ground you walked on.

"Words, pretty boy." You tapped on his waist. "Do you want my mouth? Or do you want me to ride you?"

You were aware of his state, so far gone he couldn't even form a complete, coherent sentence.

"Ride me..."

You immediately pushed him to lay on his back. It's your turn to straddle him, hovering over him as you fingered your hole a little to prep yourself. He watched as you did so.

You smirked, "Like what you see?"

He nodded. You couldn't help but coo a little.

Once you're ready, you positioned his cock under your hole before slowly sinking down. You sighed. Obanai's cock might not be the biggest one you've ever taken, but his surely made you feel so full and stuffed. It's like a taste of heaven, especially when you started moving, emitting shy yet needy moan out of his pretty lips...

...and that's exactly what you did. Bouncing on his cock, letting him moaned out your name repeatedly like a prayer. He might cum inside soon, but don't worry. Just keep using him and you might feel his second and third spurt of cum drip down your thighs later on.

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HELLO EVERYONE! I would like to say thank you for all the reblogs, likes, follows, comments, and requests! I really, really appreciate all of them.

Just to update you guys, I've finished writing my thesis but I still have to prepare for my thesis presentation. The struggle isn't over, guys! T^T So I'm sorry if I haven't replied to your messages/fulfil your requests! I should be done with my thesis by the second week of July, so until then please be patient >.<

Also I gained around 80 followers? WOW THANK YOU :D I was thinking maybe I can do something special when I reach 100 followers. Wdyt, do you have any idea of what I should do? Please comment down below :D

Alright then, Imma go back to my PowerPoint slides T^T I hope you're having a great day everyone~ wish me luck (plz)

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Hi! I just read starting over and I'm kicking my legs rn!! Anyway, I wanna request something where the hashiras are hanging out, (which is very rare, so according to Mitsuri, a hashira not coming is a no) but Mui decides to ditch them and cuddle with reader under the shade. Then the hashiras went to go find him but instead they find reader and him cuddling. Oh, they're in a secret relationship btw, so yeah, wonder how that'll go.

Thank you❤️

A/n: such a cute prompt i'm combusting >.< sorry for the long wait, i got caught up with uni stuff T^T i hope you like this :D

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Under the Cherry Blossom | Muichiro Tokito

Featuring: Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, mention of other Hashira

Content Warning: gn!reader, reader lives in the Butterfly Mansion, reader is a year older than Muichiro, fluff, mention of death, secret relationship

Word Count: 1.8k

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Usually, the Hashira never really got together after their meetings. They always had patrols, emergency missions to go to, or reports to write. So when Tengen's half-drunk ass suggested to Kyojuro for the Hashira to hang out, and after Kyojuro took the initiative to coordinate the whole thing ("It's a good morale booster!"), the pillars gathered for lunch. Kyojuro had reserved a private room in one of the most popular restaurants in the area.

However, Kyojuro realized that there were only eight of them.

"Wait a minute, where is Tokito?"

"Oh no!" Mitsuri exclaimed. "Is it possible that he forgot about this gathering?"

"There's no way he forgot. I wrote the details with semi-permanent marker on his hand," Shinobu said. "Though, I did see him walking to the opposite direction when we left the headquarter."

"He likes that small park nearby, doesn't he?" Obanai piped in.

"Maybe he did forget. We should go get him!" Mitsuri stood up from her seat and hurried to leave the restaurant, Obanai following closely right behind her.

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You closed your eyes and inhaled the spring air. The scent of cherry blossom was pleasant, and the sun was shining but not scorching hot. Such a perfect day to sit back and relax. You were lost in your thoughts, enjoying the nice weather, when a finger suddenly prodded your cheek gently.

"What's wrong, Mui?" You smiled, eyes still closed.

"Hmm," he mumbled, "You're sleeping?"

"No, I'm not. Why?" You finally opened your eyes and was immediately greeted by Muichiro's face, only a few inches away from yours.

Muichiro tilted his head and leaned back into his original position, arms around your torso and his head rested on your shoulder.

You cooed at him and caressed his cheek. It's one of your most favorite thing about Muichiro, his soft cheeks. You remember the first time he let you touch them, how you felt so warm and fuzzy all over your body.

You've always adored Muichiro ever since you first saw him in the Butterfly Mansion. You were assigned to take care of him when he came back from a mission. Every day for almost three weeks, you delivered his meals, changed his bandages, gave him his medicines. He never started a conversation, but one day you entered his room and he stared at you with wide eyes.

"You... Do I know you?"

You were aware of his memory loss, so you answered him kindly. "Yes, I always bring you food and medicines."

"...Deer."

"I'm sorry?"

"You're like a deer."

You didn't quite understand what he meant, so you just continued to give him his meds and talked about the weather outside.

Muichiro often visited the Butterfly Mansion for his check-ups with Shinobu. You weren't always around, busy doing your chores. So, you were really intrigued (as well as Shinobu) because apparently Muichiro often asked where you were. Muichiro didn't know your name so he referred you as "Deer Nurse". Everyone knew you were assigned to be Muichiro's caretaker, so they knew who he was referring to. (Shinobu ended up telling him your name, because he wouldn't stop calling you Deer Nurse).

Eventually, you started waiting for his visits. Every time he's in the Mansion, you dropped whatever chores you had and stopped by to greet him.

"Hello, Muichiro-san!" "Nice weather, isn't it, Muichiro-san?" "How did your last mission go, Muichiro-san?"

You called him Muichiro-san even though he's a year younger than you, out of respect. He didn't react much to your cheerful remarks, but he did answer them.

"Hello, (Y/N)." "It's too sunny." "Huh... I don't know..."

Sitting under the tree had been one of things you started doing after knowing Muichiro. One day you found him under a tree, sleeping as he waited for Shinobu to finish her other business. You curiously sat close next to him, muttering 'good afternoon, Muichiro-san' and accompanied him. He woke up surprised. Not only he didn't sense you coming closer in his sleep, his head was also on your shoulder. You assured him it was fine and you just wanted to keep him company. Muichiro didn't react much, but his mind was racing. He didn't understand why he wasn't aware of your presence in his sleep, why he was leaning on you, why he remembered your face, why he even remembered your name...

...why he wanted to see you every time he's in the Mansion.

Muichiro didn't understand that he was having a tiny crush on you. What started as a tiny crush began growing, getting bigger and bigger. Because you were always there for him, waiting for him with a smile, eager to tell him about things you did or learned while he's away. He didn't understand why his heart was beating fast every time you're around. He noticed those things and reported this to Shinobu.

"...I think I'm going to die."

"What made you think that way?" Shinobu asked.

"My heart races faster than it usually does... and I'm sweaty."

"Do those symptoms occur almost every day?"

"...no, only when I'm..." His eyes widened before he could finish his sentence. Shinobu quickly picked up what caused the young pillar to come to her today, despite not having a check-up appointment.

"Yes, Tokito-kun?"

"...I have to go..."

"Sure. I believe (Y/N) is hanging the laundry outside."

Muichiro didn't even bother to say anything to Shinobu, he just bolted outside her office and made his way to you.

You were hanging the last two sheets that you just washed, thinking about the next chores you were supposed to do. It had been cloudy the past few days, and you just hoped it wouldn't rain that day.

A small, slim hand grabbed your elbow and you yelped in shock.

"W-what..."

"(Y/N), I think like you."

You tilted your head to one side, Muichiro followed. "Muichiro... san?"

"Do you like me?"

Your face turned red. Did you like him? You actually asked yourself that question, again and again. Did you actually like Muichiro? If you're being honest with yourself, you did. That's why you always made time to see him whenever he's visiting the Mansion. That's also why you decided to sit next to him that one time, under the tree when he was taking a nap. However you weren't quite sure, mainly because of two things:

One, you didn't know if he's actually ready for a relationship, considering his job and his memory loss. You thought it could be quite difficult, dating Muichiro. He might not know what to do, he might even forgot that he's dating you. You weren't sure if you're patient enough for that.

Two, you didn't want to lose him. You were aware of his position as one of the pillars. You were aware of how dangerous this job was. You had witnessed many lifeless body brought to the mansion, either for autopsy or for getting cleaned up before the coffin was sent to their family's homes. You didn't want to open a coffin one day and saw the person you've loved and cherished the most lying inside it.

But staring right into his wide eyes, knowing that he meant what he said, all of your doubts and fears were washed away. Muichiro had became an important part of your life in just a few months. He remembered your name, remembered a few things about you, remembered a few things that you liked. Little did you know, he remembered more things about you than he did with anyone else.

"I... do like you."

Muichiro didn't say anything. Instead, he lift his hands, reaching out to cup your face. His eyes were still wide open as he traced his thumbs on your cheek.

"My heart... it's beating faster again."

You chuckled, "Are you happy, Muichiro-san?"

"I think so..."

You knew he probably wasn't familiar with the feeling, so you just smiled. "Can I hug you, then? My heart is also beating faster."

"Yes."

You slowly pulled him into a hug, giving him the time if he wanted to pull away. But Muichiro didn't move, he let you engulfed him in a warm embrace. You could feel his heart beating fast and so could he.

"Does this mean you're mine, (Y/N)?"

"If that's what you really want."

"I want you."

"Then, I'm yours."

"What are you thinking about?"

You snapped out of your thoughts, reminiscing the day Muichiro kind of asked you out.

"Nothing," you answered, looking down to his mint orbs. "It's been a year since you asked me out, Mui."

"Oh... really?" He hummed. "I didn't know..."

"Well, now you know." You pecked his forehead. "I'm happy you did, Mui."

"...You are?"

"Yeah, I'm happy being with you." You hugged him even tighter. "Not gonna lie, I wasn't happy when you said you want to keep our relationship a secret. But, I know that you're just trying to keep us safe."

Muichiro sighed and buried his face on your chest. "One day."

"Hmm? What was that?"

"One day we will live together."

"Ah..."

You couldn't help but imagining a brighter future. No demon, no more fighting. You could maybe get a comfortable, little house on the mountain with Muichiro. Maybe his memory would improve, maybe he'd remember your anniversary date and bought delicious food from the town nearby.

"Yeah, we'll live together."

Muichiro hummed and sighed, content with the warmth of your embrace. "I like you, (Y/N)."

"I like you too, Mui."

Maybe it's too early for the two of you to say the word "love", but it's okay. You still have a long way to go.

Unbeknownst to you and Muichiro, two figures watched from afar as the two of you held each other close under the cherry blossom. Mitsuri was covering her mouth with her hands, trying so hard to suppress a squeal. Meanwhile, Obanai stood next to her, his usually sharp eyes grew soft at the sight of you two. So young and full of love.

"Good for him." He murmured. He really hoped the two of you make it until the end.

"Iguro-san, what should we do? They're so cute... but the lunch!" Mitsuri clutched his striped haori. "Oh, but they're so precious... I think they're asleep..."

Obanai turned around and started walking away. "Let them be. I don't think the kid would want to leave, anyway."

Mitsuri finally squealed once they were far enough from the two of you. "I wanna cry, Iguro-san! They're so lovely! What are we going to say to the others, though?"

"...Just tell them we couldn't find Tokito."

"Eh?! But we did find him, though..."

"You never heard Tokito mentioning anything about his partner, right?"

"Oh, that's right..."

"He might want to keep it a secret. For their own safety."

"You're right... Oh, I hope nothing but the best for them."

Obanai nodded, "They deserve the best."

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Hii!! I love your writing sm! I was wondering if you have a masterlist somewhere so I could binge all your works? Thank you!

Hello~ thank you for reading my works! You can find my masterlist here. I will update it as I publish more writings. Please look forward to it. (๑>◡<๑)

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Masterlist

Everything I've written, all in one post. Last updated: 23/06/2023

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Attack on Titan | Shingeki no Kyojin

Baby Delivery - Jean Kirschtein, ft. Connie Springer, Sasha Braus

Little Things They Do - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Swipe Right - Armin Arlert | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Demon Slayer | Kimetsu no Yaiba

Carrying You After Battle - Kamaboko Trio

Childhood Crush - Muichiro Tokito

Childhood Crush - Yuichiro Tokito

(Closeted) Sadistic Tanjiro (nsfw)

Introducing you to Sanemi - Genya Shinazugawa

Pretty Boy - Obanai Iguro (nsfw)

Starting Over - Muichiro Tokito

Under the Cherry Blossom - Muichiro Tokito

Watch It! - Kamaboko Squad + Sanemi, Kyojuro, Tengen, Giyuu

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Say Yes to Me - Maki Zenin x f!Reader | Part 1

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