He doesn't even talk half the time- he just follows without a word. He got into the habit not long after you both got together, and you can't recall when or why it started. Just that one day, you woke up, and suddenly Giyuu was everywhere you were. Moving and stopping whenever you do, standing stationary in the same room as you, or waiting for you to come out of specific rooms he feels weird following you into.
The bathroom, for example. He won't follow you in, but he'll wait outside. And once you do come out, he's right back to whats essentially your shadow.
You've questioned him about it before. Why he feels the need to follow you around, even when you're not conversing or touching. He doesn't have a proper answer apart from the fact that he enjoys your presence. It's to such a point that everyone who's seen it since it began is used to it.
If someone wishes to find either one of you, its more than likely you'll be in the same place.
Now, it's not as if Giyuu ignores you anytime you ask to be left alone. All you have to do is say the word, and he'll be off to do something away from where you are. Like staring at a wall inside his house or something...
Nonetheless, you eventually grow used to it. The silence is comfortable, and theres no expectation or pressure to entertain or speak to one another. But if you wish to, theres always the option. He clearly doesn't mind.
It's endearing that someone as antisocial as him would adore you so much that he'd prefer to be around you than be alone.
(you just might be the only one capable of calming him down)
Every time someone irritates your husband, you find yourself praying for them. It's not even intentional- it's just something you do after the fifth time watching him lose his mind, veins bulging on his neck as he shouts at some poor slayer.
When the two of you aren't busy with Hashira meetings or missions you spend some time together. And when that time spent together is also spent training lower ranked slayers, you can't help but feel sorry for those poor people on the receiving end of his rage.
It's a miracle he hasn't strangled anyone yet, really.
I mean, there were a few times you thought he might; but he never has, so he has that going for him.
If theres one thing you've learned, it's that only you can spare the lower ranks from your husband's fury when it gets to such a point as it is now.
Sanemi is yelling at one of the lower ranks, whose head is bowed so low you fear he may be kissing his own knees.
The others being trained by Sanemi linger behind the boy being berated, looking sympathetic in a way of "we got your back... from way over here."
Anyone with a brain can see the group is in dire need of saving.
So you call out to Sanemi in that calm, cheerful tone... and he stops suddenly.
The lower rank sheds a tear. The others watching put a hand over their hearts as if to silently say "what a lovely soul they are."
As far as they're all concerned, you just saved that poor boy's life.
"Why don't you take a break? Or put this off for another day. I had the idea for us to go out and eat together," you say sweetly, watching his expression soften.
You see, despite his somewhat rough edges and fiery attitude, your husband simply does not have the heart to treat his spouse in the same manner he does other people. So he agrees.
But not before fixing the lower ranks behind him with a glare, pointing his wooden training sword at them. "We'll finish this tomorrow."
They nod enthusiastically, grateful to be freed from Sanemi's reign of terror disguised as training for even a day.
And with that final scare, he tosses that wooden sword off to the side, taking your hand. As you two walk away, you're vaguely aware of what sounds like someone sobbing in pure relief behind you.
You let yourself laugh as quietly as you can, turning to Sanemi to talk about your own day and ask about his. In truth, your husband would do anything if you just asked nicely. You're his weakness and the love of his life.
You think it's fair to use your power for good. After all, it gets you more time with your lovely husband.
My first Sanemi post, which also happens to be my first one shot or whatever this can be called posted even if it's a little short.
Can you tell I love Sanemi. He's such a lover-boy imo.
Your husband has had a throne made. It wouldn't be a problem if it weren't made out of the bones of his slain enemies that barely even looked like a throne. It's more like a pile he rests his ass on. It's truly a monstrosity- not even remotely pleasing to the eye. Not even if you squint and tilt your head a little.
He grunts beside you, all four arms crossed and a smug look of pride all over his face. "It's intimidating."
"It's tacky."
"It is not."
"It definitely is. Its ghastly. Did you even clean the bones?"
"I ate the flesh off them."
Silence follows. You turn and look at him with a expression so full of pure and utter revulsion that he almost feels embarrassed. Almost.
"Don't look at me like that, woman!"
To your displeasure, nothing you say in the days following changes his mind. His monstrosity stays, and you're left with your unchanging disapproval and an offense to interior design existing in your living space.
Imagine your horror when you learn he takes the damn thing all the way to his place in that poor boy Yuji's subconscious hundreds of years later.
It comes via your crow on a sunny afternoon. One of those calmer days where you don't have a demon to slay, or a Hashira meeting to attend. Nothing to do but whatever your heart desires on that particular day, and maybe some training.
Which is exactly what you're doing. Stood in the garden of your estate practicing swings and breathing styles. Well, until your crow arrives, wings flapping wildly as it flies around your head with a letter tied to its leg.
Your crow squawks its from Sanemi as you hold your hand out for it to land on, and your heart sings. You've been (lovingly) pestering him for weeks. You unfold the paper so quick you nearly rip it, delighted that he might have decided to accept your offer to dine together.
Only to lay your eyes on a restraining order.
Your eyes just about pop out of your head. A restraining order? Really? The thing he reserves for those he truly can't stand?
If he truly doesn't want you near him then so be it.
Gone are the days of flirting or asking him on dates outings. Hell, you'll be so good at following this restraining order that you can potentially participate in the restraining-order-following olympics.
Out of nothing but pure spite.
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Sanemi, on the other hand, thinks he must be close to a heart attack with how much his heart hurts when you're around. He figures a restraining order will keep you (and that feeling) away.
Except he can't keep you away entirely. You're still at hashira meetings. And any time he sees you there, that wretched feeling returns. It gets to such a point that he resorts to consulting Obanai about it.
He describes it all. The ache in his heart, the flush in his cheeks, the way he gets upset when you return from a mission injured, the way he gets nervous around you of all things.
Obanai is so caught off guard that he just stares before even attempting to answer. He puts it quite bluntly.
The man is in love.
Sanemi is in denial, even after best friend given wisdom, to put it simply. He completely ignores what he said, going with the idea that iguro is just as unstable as Sanemi's heart rate is around you.
So he's fine so long as you're leaving him alone. His heart stops aching for a while, and theres no one around to make him flustered with their mere presence. He knows peace.
Or so he thinks.
His heart, in some form of vengeance, takes to aching again. Caused by the very thing he thought would cure him of this infatuation- you leaving him alone.
He doesn't want to believe thats what it is. But the longer he thinks about it, the more sense it makes. He didn't realize how much of a constant you were. Constantly buzzing around, all cheerful smiles and laughter all pointed right at him. It annoys him that its gone now. You don't even sit close during hashira meetings anymore.
He misses the constant conversation you engaged him in. The suggestions of things you say aren't dates, but clearly are. The not so well concealed flirting.
Oh.
He's fucked.
He's so in love it's genuinely repulsing- and he's served the object of his affection a restraining order...
How does someone even go about beginning to fix this?
Divider credits:
- @cursed-carmine
yes i only used 1 (one) divider maker's dividers instead of the usual two.
also this is probably pure cheeks. your girl doesn't edit or write at an appropriate time to save her life.
(The great romancing of your local unhinged demon slayer)
There comes a time in every person's life where you wake up one day and you realize that you want to romance your local unhinged demon slayer.
Or maybe that time just happened to come in your life.
In any case, you're in love.
Which would usually be a great thing- yay! You found someone you wanna marry. The only problem with this is that you're in love with Sanemi.
The few people who know just don't get it. Sure, he's attractive. But his personality... his attitude? Really? You looked at whats essentially a feral dog frothing at the mouth every time someone pisses it off (which is often) personified and said; "yep! I want that one!"
Well, in any case, you're now stuck with the herculean task of romancing him.
At first, it looks like nothing is working. His attitude towards you can be considered neutral at best. But at least you're not another Tomioka. That's something you can work with.
So you pull out all the stops.
Training? You ask him. Hungry? Drag his ass along with you. Compliments? Thrown at him like it'll win you the award for quickest romance in history.
It takes months. More like a year. Over a year, actually.
It's pretty subtle when your efforts begin to pay off. He returns the same kind of effort, and it has you delusional; thinking you're gonna be married within four days.
You are not married within four days.
Its months after you manage to get up to the mutual effort stage™️ that you get anywhere close to a confession. You two are in this weird stand still where you're both vaguely aware you're interested in eachother... but keep waiting for the other person to make a move.
He throws shade at people who 'have no balls'. You respond by saying some men you know 'need to grow some'. It's a strange combination of hints and digs at each-other.
He one day becomes so infuriated that nothing is happening that he very angrily confesses his undying love to you. Literally bordering on screaming from how frustrated he is. You're caught between bewilderment, relief, and affection so strong that it makes your heart hurt.
He's red in the face, caught between fury and embarrassment.
But all of that melts away when you smile and say, "Took you long enough."
I feel like the end is sorta odd. I did write this half asleep. oh and i didnt edit
- It shows in small gestures and touches. He's most definitely not a man of many words, but he finds ways to get his love across without them.
- I'd imagine he would be a nightmare to romance. He has the outward emotional capacity of a rock, and he's unintentionally dense. You'd have to want that man BAD.
- Once you manage to become his friend you're done with the hardest part. Now all you gotta do is make this guy fall in love with you. Still, easier said than done.
- I feel you would be the one to confess, and he would follow with his own confession after. He'd probably delude himself into thinking intense flirting is just you being overly friendly.
- Once you two are married/together he's practically your shadow. When he's not in hashira meetings or out on hashira business he'll spend just about all his time around you. Of course, he still does other things without you, but he enjoys just being around his spouse.
- He speaks more to you, but he also finds himself content sitting in comfortable silence with you.
- I'd also say due to his pretty bad social skills he sometimes finds himself awkward around you, and unsure of what exactly to say.
- Dates going out to eat are common, and make him very happy.
- He's pretty protective over you, adamant on not losing another person close to him. Especially not his spouse. If you're also a hashira he worries about you, but recognizes that you can protect yourself. If you aren't a hashira or a demon slayer in general, he'd feel a lot more secure in the fact that you reside in the water estate. It's a place he's sure is safe for you to be even with all the demons out in the world.
- So congrats! You've gained an introverted, somewhat socially awkward husband.
Yay. My first post!
its pretty short, but I'll totally do another part in the future. (Maybe)
He's served the apparent love of his life a restraining order because his heart cant take seeing their stupid face on the daily. Which, for the record, your absence did absolutely nothing but make his heart hurt for a different reason.
Not only is he still having heart palpitations, but he's now realized the reason for those palpitations also happens to be the cure. A truly lovely situation he's gotten himself into, really.
To make things worse, he's somehow managed to talk himself into going to where you reside to apologize. Or do anything at all other than wait to have a heart attack.
He spent his morning hyping himself up, then collecting a number of flowers into a bouquet as a peace offering. All before stalling showing up to your estate.
He gets as far as the gate before he reconsiders. Theres nothing and no one that says he has to even acknowledge that he's undone it. He can just wait for things to go back to normal. You'll sit near him during meetings, bug him to eat together, and eventually you'll confess. He can act as usual, and you can act on the feelings he's pretty sure are mutual. So really, theres no harm in leaving without seeing you.
Before he can retreat for the sake of his mental wellbeing, the door next to the gate opens. And there you are, a smile on your face as your eyes finds his. "This doesn't count as violating the restraining order, does it?"
"No."
That singular word is practically dragged out of him, coming out much gruffer than he means it to. He convinced himself he wouldn't be nervous when he saw you. But now that he's standing outside your door with your eyes on him, he's so nervous he can hardly force himself to speak.
"Good. I wouldn't want to get into trouble with the master," you say cheerfully "but I am wondering why you came to see me."
His mind promptly goes blank. Excuses are tossed to the wind, and so are words. He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. He grips the bundle of flowers behind his back so tight he worries that the stems might snap. He even considers throwing them into the bushes by the gate while you aren't looking, except you're staring at him. He can't do it while you're staring; waiting and looking almost smug, as if you already know what he's here for.
But he doesn't have an excuse. Or an explanation that doesn't make him horrifically embarrassed, or just sound dumb. "I'm dropping the restraining order. Can't avoid seeing you at Hasira meetings anyway."
You look overjoyed, practically glowing with happiness. But he just can't shut his mouth, no matter how much he wants to.
"For the inconvenience," he shoves the flowers out from behind his back "And we can dine together. Like you asked." he talks like its his first time socializing ever. Practically spitting the words out stiffly. But somehow, you light up with a bright smile as you take the bouquet from him.
"I knew my efforts would pay off."
"Stop the gloating! Or I'll get another damn restraining order!" He sputters, his face turning a shade akin to that of a tomato.
You can only imagine what shade of red he'd be and what curses would come out of his mouth had he known your crown informed you of his dropping of the restraining order before he even showed up.
A part two, courtesy of one of my moots!
i had trouble with this ngl. i dont think its in character or even makes sense. 🧍♀️
