Hello đ! Hope you are doing wellâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸ can please request kny men (+ kagaya (platonic)) x ubuyashiki daughter reader where they have feelings for her but she sick ( like her father you know)
â taking care of you. kny men
âšââĄâ sanemi shinazugawa âšââĄâ
The Wind Hashira wasnât known for his gentle nature, if anything, his presence usually came with a storm of sharp words and an even sharper glare. But when it came to you, Ubuyashiki-samaâs daughter, something in him softened, though heâd never admit it out loud.
You had caught a cold that left you bedridden, your frail body weaker than usual. Sanemi had been orderedâno, volunteeredâto watch over you while the Kakushi tended to other duties. He sat awkwardly on the tatami, arms crossed, pretending he wasnât watching every breath you took.
âQuit moving so much. Youâre supposed to be resting,â he muttered, looking away as if the sight of you tucked under the blankets was too much for him. His ears betrayed him though, faintly red.
You gave him a small smile, your voice soft. âI just wanted to sit up a little. I donât want to worry Father.â
âTch, you worry everyone when you donât take care of yourself,â he said gruffly, standing to adjust the pillow behind your back. His hands, usually rough from sword work, trembled ever so slightly as he made sure you were comfortable.
When he turned to leave, you tugged at his sleeve weakly. âStay, Shinazugawa-san. Please?â
That one wordâpleaseânearly undid him. He swallowed hard, pretending to sigh as if you were a burden. âFine. As you wish.â
The truth was, he wanted nothing more than to stay. So he pulled up a chair and sat beside your futon, watching the rise and fall of your chest with a protectiveness he couldnât explain. He even begrudgingly held the cup of water to your lips, glaring at the cup as though it was to blame for your weakness.
âYouâre hopeless,â he muttered after you thanked him softly. âBut⌠youâre strong too. Stronger than me sometimes.â His voice was low, almost a confession, and when he noticed your gaze lingering on him, he quickly turned away, ears burning.
The night carried on with quiet conversationâhim grumbling about annoying Corps members, you laughing softly at his commentary. Before long, your head tilted against his arm, sleep taking you gently. Sanemi froze, heart hammering, every nerve screaming to move, but he didnât. He sat perfectly still, letting you rest against him, his lips tugging into the faintest smile:
âDamn it, whyâd you have to steal my heart too?â
âšââĄâ kyojuro rengoku âšââĄâ
Rengoku Kyojuro was like a blazing hearth on a cold nightâwarm, unyielding, and impossible to ignore. When the Master entrusted him with the task of keeping you company while you recovered from an illness, he accepted with such vigor that even the Kakushi blinked in surprise.
The moment he stepped into your room, the atmosphere changed. âAh! You look radiant even in recovery!â he boomed, setting a small tray of steaming broth and tea on the table. His voice alone seemed to chase away the chill in the air.
You laughed softly, shaking your head. âRengoku-san, youâre too loud for someone whoâs supposed to be resting quietly with me.â
âLoud?â he repeated with a grin, lowering his tone only slightly. âForgive me! My enthusiasm cannot be contained when it comes to your well-being!â
His golden eyes sparkled as he carefully ladled soup into a bowl, then crouched beside your futon. Despite his usual bold nature, his hands moved with surprising care as he held the spoon toward you. âEat! It will restore your strength!â
You hesitated. âYou donât have to do thisâŚâ
But his expression softened, and for once, his tone dropped to a gentle murmur. âI want to.â The way he said it was so simple, yet it carried the weight of something deeper.
You let him feed you a few spoonfuls, cheeks warm under his gaze. Afterward, he wiped a stray drop from your lip with a cloth, then quickly turned his head to hide the faint blush rising to his ears.
When you grew tired, your eyelids heavy, he adjusted the blankets over you. Sitting down cross-legged beside your futon, he spoke with a quiet certainty: âYou are precious to the Corps. Precious to me. Rest wellâI shall remain here, watching over you until the morning light.â
Your lips curved into a faint smile as sleep began to take you. âYouâre too kind, Rengoku-san.â
His chest tightened at your words, but his smile never wavered. âKindness is easy when it comes to you.â
And as your breathing evened out, he leaned closer, his fiery hair brushing against his shoulder as he whispered, just for himself:
âI swear, Iâll protect you with every flame I have.â
âšââĄâ giyu tomioka âšââĄâ
The Water Hashira was not known for visiting anyoneâs quarters casually. His silence and distance made him hard to approach, yet when you, Ubuyashiki-samaâs daughter fell ill, Giyu found himself lingering outside your door longer than heâd ever admit.
He finally stepped inside, his presence calm but firm, like still water. You looked up weakly from your futon and managed a small smile. âTomioka-san⌠you didnât have to come.â
âI⌠wanted to,â he said, voice low, almost uncertain. He set down a tray he had prepared himselfâsimple rice porridge, a small pot of tea, and a cloth folded neatly. Nothing elaborate, but everything chosen with quiet care.
You tried to sit up, but your body trembled. Before you could insist otherwise, Giyu was at your side, slipping an arm behind your back to support you. His touch was steady yet feather-light, as if he feared he might break you.
âSlowly,â he murmured. His eyes, usually unreadable, softened when you leaned against him.
As you ate from the bowl he held, you noticed he wasnât watching the foodâhe was watching you, making sure you didnât strain yourself. When you coughed lightly, he immediately reached for the cup of tea, pressing it into your hands with a small frown.
âYou should rest. Talking⌠isnât necessary,â he said. Yet he stayed there, silent company in a way that made the room feel safe.
When you began to grow drowsy, your head tilting slightly, Giyu shifted closer. He hesitated, then carefully adjusted the blanket over you, tucking it around your shoulders. You felt his fingers linger a heartbeat too long.
âThank you,â you whispered sleepily.
He froze, his throat tightening, before answering simply: ââŚAlways.â
You drifted off soon after, unaware of the way he sat there for hours, unmoving, as though standing guard. In the quiet, Giyu let out a sigh, almost inaudible:
âYou make me wish⌠I knew how to say more.â
âšââĄâ obanai iguro âšââĄâ
When you fell ill, it was Obanai who volunteered to check on you during the long, quiet evening hours. He entered your room silently, Kaburamaru coiled around his shoulders, his mismatched eyes lowering in quiet respect.
âYou shouldnât be left alone,â he said simply, setting a small tray beside your futon. The tray held soft fruit slices, porridge, and a steaming cup of teaâeach prepared with meticulous detail, as though heâd rehearsed it in his head a hundred times before bringing it to you.
You smiled faintly. âIguro-san⌠did you do all this?â
He looked away, tugging at his bandages. âItâs nothing. You need to eat.â His tone was curt, but the slight pink at the tips of his ears betrayed him.
As you sat up with effort, he immediately moved closer, sliding a pillow behind your back before you could strain yourself. His movements were brisk, efficient, but his gaze lingered just a little too long to be purely duty.
Kaburamaru slithered down to your lap, and you laughed softly, gently stroking the serpentâs scales. âHeâs kinder than you let on.â
âHm,â Obanai muttered, but his lips curved ever so slightly beneath the bandages. âHe⌠likes you.â Then quieter, almost swallowed in his throat: âI do too.â
You tilted your head. âHm? Did you say something?â
âNothing,â he answered quickly, setting the bowl in your hands. âEat. You need strength.â
You obliged, smiling at how he stayed so close, his sharp eyes flicking to you every few seconds as though he was making sure you wouldnât fade away before him. When you started to grow drowsy, your spoon falling from your grasp, Obanai caught it swiftly and set it aside.
Without a word, he adjusted your blanket with careful precision, pulling it up to your chin. Kaburamaru curled protectively near your shoulder, while Obanai sat back, arms folded, refusing to leave.
âSleep,â he murmured, his voice softening for the first time all night. âIâll be here.â
And though you were already half-asleep, you caught the faintest whisper as he lowered his head, meant only for himself:
âYou deserve someone stronger than me⌠but Iâll protect you anyway.â
âšââĄâ tengen uzui âšââĄâ
The sliding door opened with a clack, and in strode Tengen, tall and glittering as always. But instead of food trays or something flamboyant, he carried a small lacquered box carefully tucked under his arm.
âSpecial delivery,â he said with a grin, kneeling beside your futon. âStraight from Shinobu Kocho herself. The most flamboyant medicine youâll ever takeâthough she insisted I not add any extra flair.â
You blinked at the small vials and folded instructions inside the box. âUzui-san⌠you went all the way to Kocho-san for me?â
âOf course,â he replied smoothly, though his tone carried unusual softness. âThe Masterâs daughter isnât just anyone. You deserve the best treatmentâand someone flamboyant enough to make sure you actually take it.â
When you reached for the vial, your hand trembled slightly. Without hesitation, Tengen caught your wrist gently in his large, calloused hand, steadying you. âEasy there,â he murmured. âNo rushing. Let me.â
He carefully uncorked the vial and tipped the liquid into a cup, holding it out for you. âItâs bitter,â he warned with a grin. âBut if you can handle hearing me brag all the time, you can handle this.â
You laughed softly, sipping the medicine while he watched closely. His grin faded into something quieter, his eyes sharp but warm, scanning your face as if he could catch any sign of discomfort.
When you finished, he wiped the corner of your mouth with a folded clothâso casually confident, yet his ears flushed pink as he quickly pulled back. âThere. Perfect. Kocho will complain if I donât report that you took every drop.â
You smiled faintly. âThank you, Uzui-san. I feel bad making you run around like this.â
He chuckled, shaking his head. âDonât. Iâd run across the whole country if it meant seeing you smile again.â The words slipped out before he could catch them, and for a moment, even he looked startled.
You tilted your head, curious. âWhat was that?â
âNothing!â he blurted, clearing his throat dramatically. âJust⌠uh⌠orders. Yes. Doctorâs orders. You need rest.â He leaned back, arms folding across his chest, but his eyes never left you.
As you drifted off, the empty medicine vial sitting neatly by his side, Tengen muttered under his breath, his flamboyant mask falling away completely:
âDonât scare me like that again. I donât think my heart can take it.â
âšââĄâ gyomei himejima âšââĄâ
The faint chime of prayer beads marked Gyomeiâs entrance, his towering silhouette framed softly by the lantern light. Despite his sheer presence, his steps were measured, careful, as though he feared disturbing the fragile peace of your room.
âLady _______,â his voice rumbled gently, low but tender. âI wished to see how you are faring this evening.â
You tried to sit up from your futon, offering him a tired but genuine smile. âGyomei-san⌠you didnât need to trouble yourself.â
He shook his head, kneeling beside you. The beads slipped once more through his fingers before he deliberately set them aside, folding his massive hands into his lap. âYour well-being is never a trouble. It is my dutyâmore than that, my wishâto ensure your comfort.â
From his haori he retrieved a small pouch of herbs, preparing them with meticulous care until a warm cup of medicine rested between his hands. He helped you drink, steadying the cup with one hand while the other braced the back of your shoulder so you wouldnât strain. The warmth of his palm radiated through the thin layers of your clothing, grounding and secure.
When you leaned back, fatigued, he adjusted your pillow with a gentleness surprising for hands so large and battle-worn. As he tucked the blanket around you, his touch lingered near your shoulder, brushing lightly against your arm as if silently reassuring you that you werenât alone.
âYou have inherited your fatherâs quiet strength,â Gyomei murmured after a pause, his expression softened with unspoken emotion. âBut I pray⌠you are spared from his suffering.â
Your lashes fluttered, a soft drowsy smile tugging at your lips. âYouâre always so kind to me, Gyomei-san.â
A breath escaped him, almost a sigh, as though your words had reached somewhere deep in his heart. âIt is easy to be kind⌠when it is you.â
As your eyelids grew heavier, Gyomei remained close. His broad hand lifted hesitantly before lowering to stroke your hair, combing slowly through the strands with a tenderness almost reverent. Each motion was careful, soothing, as though he feared both to wake you and to stop.
Your breathing steadied, the smile still faintly lingering on your lips. Gyomei stayed there, brushing your hair until he was certain youâd drifted fully into sleep. Only then did he bow his head slightly, voice a whisper softer than a prayer as though guarding the most precious thing in the world:
âRest well, my lady. If only you knew⌠how dearly I cherish you.â
âšââĄâ muichiro tokito âšââĄâ
The soft shuffle of footsteps barely reached your ears before the sliding door opened. Muichiro stood there, hair drifting around his shoulders like mist, his expression calm but curious as always. In his arms, he carried⌠an oddly mismatched pile of things.
âMuichiro-san?â you asked softly, tilting your head.
âI thought you might get bored,â he said plainly, setting the bundle down beside your futon. âSo I brought these.â
One by one, he revealed what heâd gathered: a few smooth stones from the courtyard garden, their surfaces warm from the sun; a folded piece of paper heâd turned into a little crane; and even a small sketch heâd absentmindedly drawn earlier of a tree swaying in the wind. Each object was simple, yet strangely endearingâMuichiroâs quiet way of saying heâd been thinking of you.
You couldnât help but smile. âYou brought all this⌠for me?â
âMm,â he hummed, sitting cross-legged beside you. âI thought it might help you feel⌠less trapped here.â His gaze flicked toward you, unusually focused, before softening. âI donât like seeing you sad or tired.â
He picked up one of the smooth stones and placed it in your hand, curling your fingers gently around it. âThis one feels nice to hold. I thought youâd like it.â His touch lingered, warm and careful, before he pulled back.
You laughed softly, holding the stone close. âThank you, Muichiro-san. Youâre very thoughtful.â
His lips curved into the faintest smile, his eyes hazy but warm. âI just⌠want you to feel better.â
As the evening settled, he stayed by your side, telling you in his calm, airy voice about the shapes he saw in the clouds earlier, or the way the sunlight caught the trees. His words, dreamy and unhurried, became a soothing lullaby.
When your eyes began to droop, Muichiro leaned a little closer, his sleeve brushing your blanket.
He hesitated, then gently brushed a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light. His voice dropped to a whisper, meant only for himself:
âI like being here with you⌠it makes me feel warm.â
âšââĄâ tanjiro kamado âšââĄâ
The door slid open quietly, and Tanjiroâs kind smile was the first thing you saw. His presence filled the room not with grandeur, but with the warmth of a hearth fire on a winter night.
â________-san,â he said softly, bowing his head in greeting before stepping closer. âI heard you werenât feeling well, so I thought I could⌠just sit with you for a while.â
You blinked at him, surprised. âYou came all this way⌠just to keep me company?â
He nodded earnestly, setting down a small bundle. Inside was nothing elaborateâjust a few flowers heâd picked on his way over, tied together with a bit of string. âThey reminded me of you,â he said with a shy laugh, scratching the back of his neck. âSimple but⌠really beautiful.â
Your heart warmed at the gesture. âThank you, Tanjiro-san. Youâre too kind.â
He settled beside your futon, cross-legged, his gentle eyes never leaving you. âYou donât have to talk if youâre tired. I can tell you a story instead.â
And so he didâhis voice low and soothing as he shared a memory of his siblings, of Nezuko when she was little, of days when his family laughed together around the hearth. The way he spoke painted vivid pictures, soft and comforting, making you forget your aches for a little while.
As your eyelids grew heavy, Tanjiro adjusted your blanket for you, his fingers brushing lightly against your hand. He hesitated for a heartbeat, then let his hand remain there, warm and steady.
âTanjiro-sanâŚâ you murmured sleepily, a faint smile tugging at your lips.
He smiled softly, leaning just close enough for you to hear as your eyes fluttered shut. âRest easy. Iâll be right here when you wake up⌠I want to be someone you can always rely on.â
Your smile deepened as you drifted off, lulled by his words. Tanjiro stayed at your side, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles in a quiet rhythm. His gaze softened even more, his voice a whisper meant only for the silence of the room:
âYouâre so precious⌠Iâd do anything to keep that smile safe.â
âšââĄâ zenitsu agatsuma âšââĄâ
The sliding door slammed open so hard it nearly bounced back.
â________-saaaan!â Zenitsu practically wailed, falling to his knees beside your futon in one swoop. âMy poor, delicate flower! My radiant angel! Struck down by illnessâhow could the heavens be so cruel?!â
You blinked at him, caught between exasperation and laughter as he dramatically clasped your hand in both of his. âZenitsu-sanââ
âDonât speak! Save your strength!â he cried, his voice cracking as tears already welled up in his eyes. âIf anything were to happen to you, IâIâd never forgive myself! Iâdââ
A soft giggle escaped you despite your fatigue. His frantic energy, his way of making a mountain out of a molehill, was oddly comforting. You squeezed his hand gently. âZenitsu-san⌠Iâm not dying. Itâs just a fever.â
He froze, blinking, before slumping forward in relief. âOh, thank the godsâŚâ He sniffled, then immediately perked back up, leaning close with puppy-like devotion. âStill! I should stay here! Protect you! Watch over you! You need someone strong, dependable, handsomeââ
You laughed again, shaking your head at his antics. But before you could tease him further, a sudden cough wracked your chest, pulling a wince from your lips.
Zenitsuâs whole demeanor changed in an instant. The wide eyes, the frantic flailingâit all melted away. He sat up straighter, his hold on your hand becoming steady and firm.
âHey⌠easy now,â he murmured, voice lowering to a tone you rarely heard from himâcalm, careful, loving. He reached for the water pitcher at your bedside, pouring a cup with hands that, for once, didnât shake. âHere. Small sips.â
He held the cup for you, watching anxiously as you drank. When you leaned back, still a little weak, Zenitsu adjusted your blanket, smoothing it over your shoulders with a gentleness that almost surprised you.
âYou donât have to laugh it off,â he said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your forehead. âEven if itâs just a fever⌠I donât like seeing you hurt.â
Your smile softened, touched by the shift in him. âZenitsu-san⌠thank you.â
He blushed deeply, ducking his head but refusing to let go of your hand. âI-I know I act like a fool most of the time⌠but when it comes to you, Iâm serious. So⌠please rest, okay? Let me take care of you tonight.â
As your eyelids grew heavy, you caught the warmth in his gazeâsincere, devoted, and impossibly tender. And just before you drifted off, you heard him whisper to himself:
ââŚI really do love you, ________-san.â
âšââĄâ inosuke hashibira âšââĄâ
The door crashed open with a BANG.
âHEY! SICK GIRL!â Inosuke bellowed, charging into the room like a storm. âI HEARD YOUâRE WEAK, SO IâM HERE TO MAKE YOU STRONG AGAIN!â
You blinked at him from your futon, already smiling in spite of yourself. âInosuke-san⌠Iâm just resting.â
âRESTING IS FOR THE WEAK!â he shouted, slamming down a bundle of twigs and mushrooms heâd clearly just yanked from the forest. âEAT THESE AND YOUâLL BE BACK TO NORMAL!â
You giggled, shaking your head. âI donât think thatâs safeâŚâ
He froze, staring at your laugh for a long moment before quickly looking away. âF-Fine! Donât eat it! But youâre still gonna get strong again!â
With a huff, he plopped down cross-legged beside your futon. For a moment he just sat there awkwardly⌠then suddenly grabbed the edge of your blanket and gave it a violent tug.
âTHIS BLANKET SUCKS! ITâS NOT WARM ENOUGH!â he roared, glaring at it as if it had personally insulted him. âHOW DARE YOU BE USELESS, YOU STUPID CLOTH?!â
You burst into laughter, covering your mouth. âInosuke-san! Donât yell at my blanket!â
âIâLL YELL AT WHATEVER I WANT!â he shot backâthen immediately pulled the blanket tighter around your shoulders with clumsy care. ââŚBut fine. Iâll let it stay. For now.â
Despite his bluster, his hands lingered just long enough to make sure you were tucked in properly. When a sudden cough shook you, his entire body stiffened.
âHeyâhey! Donât do that!â His voice cracked, softer now, panicked. He scooted closer, his mask tilting as if to study your face. ââŚYou okay?â
You nodded, still smiling faintly. âJust a cough. Donât worry.â
He muttered under his breath, fidgeting. âTch. Donât tell me not to worry. I⌠I donât like it when you look like this.â
You tilted your head, but before you could respond, exhaustion tugged at you and your eyes fluttered shut.
Inosuke sat still, watching you for a long moment. Slowly, he reached outâhovering awkwardlyâbefore letting his calloused fingers brush against your blanket-covered hand, the softest touch he could manage.
ââŚStupid,â he whispered, his voice low now, almost trembling. âMaking me care this much.â
He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed like he was guarding you, but his gaze stayed locked on your peaceful face. Beneath the boar mask, his lips curved into the smallest smile:
ââŚDonât get weak on me, okay? âCause I think⌠I kinda need you around.â
âšââĄâ genya shinazugawa âšââĄâ
Genya stood outside your door for what felt like forever, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. His fists clenched, unclenched, then clenched again before he finally slid the door openâmuch too quietly compared to his usual rough demeanor.
ââŚHey,â he mumbled, stepping inside, eyes darting anywhere but directly at you. âIâI heard you werenât feelinâ good, so⌠I, uh, thought Iâd⌠check in.â
You smiled weakly from your futon. âGenya-san⌠thatâs kind of you. Thank you.â
His ears turned red instantly. He shuffled closer, setting down a small bundle wrapped in cloth. Inside were clumsily peeled apples, their edges uneven, and a little wooden carvingârough, simple, but shaped like a flower.
âIâm not⌠good at this stuff,â he muttered, scratching the back of his neck. âBut Kocho said fruit might help. And, uh⌠I carved that when I was on patrol last week. Thought maybe⌠youâd like it.â
Your chest warmed. âYou made this for me?â
He froze, wide-eyed, then stammered, âIâitâs not that good! Donât laugh!â
You giggled softly, holding the little carving close. âI love it, Genya-san.â
He ducked his head so fast you almost didnât catch the faint smile tugging at his lips. Clearing his throat, he awkwardly poured you some water, nearly spilling it before offering the cup with both hands. âHere. Careful.â
As you drank, his hands hovered near yours, like he was ready to steady the cup if you faltered. When you coughed lightly, his whole body stiffened, eyes going wide with panic. âH-Hey, are you okay?!â His voice cracked, almost desperate.
You nodded, easing his nerves with a small smile. âJust a cough. I promise.â
Genya let out a shaky breath, shoulders sagging. Then, almost instinctively, he reached forward and tugged your blanket higher, his rough fingers brushing your arm. âYouâyou gotta rest more. You shouldnât push yourself.â
Your eyelids began to grow heavy, and he panicked all over again, blurting out, âD-Donât fall asleep yet!â before quickly backpedaling, rubbing the back of his neck. ââŚI mean, itâs fine if you do. Iâll, uh⌠stay here. Watch over you.â
You giggled, your smile soft even as sleep tugged at you. âThank you, Genya-san.â
He froze at the sight of your peaceful face, his chest tightening. When your breathing evened out, he let out a quiet sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair gently from your forehead with a trembling hand:
ââŚYouâre so damn important to me⌠I donât know what Iâd do if anything happened to you.â
âšââĄâ kagaya ubuyashiki âšââĄâ
The room was quiet, lit only by the soft glow of a lantern. Kagaya sat beside your futon, wringing out a cloth and gently laying it across your forehead. His hands were steady, warm, every motion carrying the care of a father who treasured his child more than anything.
âYou should rest a little longer,â he murmured, adjusting the blanket around you. âYour strength will return, my dear.â
You smiled faintly. âThank you, Father⌠you didnât have to do all this.â
He chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. âItâs a fatherâs duty to care for his child. Besides, I would never forgive myself if I left you to suffer alone.â
For a moment, silence settled between youâpeaceful, comfortable. Then, a knowing smile curved his lips. âAlthough⌠it seems I am not the only one who feels compelled to stay by your side.â
You blinked in surprise, tilting your head. âWhat do you mean?â
Kagayaâs eyes gleamed with amusement. âI have noticed the way a certain someone looks at you. The way they grow restless if you so much as sigh. The way they soften when you smile.â He let out a quiet laugh. âIt is quite obvious to anyone paying attention.â
Your cheeks warmed. âSomeone? Who?â
âMm,â he hummed, feigning deep thought, though the corners of his lips betrayed his amusement. âThat, Iâll leave you to discover for yourself. But rest assuredâŚâ He reached down to squeeze your hand gently. ââŚyou are far more cherished than you realize.â
âFatherâŚâ you murmured, flustered, hiding half your face under the blanket.
His quiet laugh echoed softly in the room, the sound like comfort itself. âAh, my sweet girl. Whoever it is, or whoever it may be one day⌠they will be very fortunate indeed.â
And with that, he resumed his quiet vigil at your side, finding endless amusement in your confusion, and endless pride in knowing how easily his daughter could capture hearts.
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