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[whirling-fangs]

[ PUSH ]:     the sender gently pushes the receiver back to lie down so they can check them properly for injuries.

The restless boar grumbled and whined, but none of his pleas seemed to deter Kanae from keeping him in his infirmary bed. He could hear the birds chirping outside, feel the pleasant breeze that slipped in through the open window, and she would have him locked up inside. How cruel!

"I'm telling you, I feel much better already! If my wounds were getting infected, I'd know it!" Inosuke grumbled, his protests already weaker than they might be with anyone else. This tall lady... she had a way of making him lower his defenses, and he couldn't figure out how she even did it.

"If I don't go back to training soon, everyone's gonna get ahead of me! They'll train and kill demons without me, and I won't be able to catch up!"

His whining didn't seem to get through to her. Her hands worked with expert gestures, pulling at bandages and examining the numerous cuts that lacerated his skin. His uniform choice - or lack thereof - had him logically more exposed than the rest of the demon slayers.

"Just let me do... at least some pushups... or some running outside!" He could feel his determination fade with each passing second spent in her company. "I swear I won't jump above the walls and try to escape!"

[tanabota-moved]

❛  whatever you do, do not let go of my hand.  ❜ from Kanae

🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

To go from fighting Kokushibo, to fighting Muzan, Sanemi was on the brink of death. He thinks he fully died because he saw his sweet, guilt-ridden mother. He was ready to die with his mother, to help her finally rest in peace. He got to see her again, as a child she seemed so strong and brave, but at his full height and size she was so small. His brothers and sisters embracing each other, but he was shoved away from his mother by his disgusting father.

There was darkness, his body felt heavy, and he can hear a soft voice. A voice of panic. Uppermoon 1 definitely did a number on him, his muscles weren't holding his organs inside anymore, chest and abdomen barely holding on with the staples he did himself. Head bleeding.

Perhaps that warning was when his hand faltered, loosening, before he felt that same sweet voice bringing him back... A hand clutching his and he can't find the strength to close his own hand around hers...

That's right... He'd promised... He promised to come back alive for her... That she had something important to tell him when he comes back alive... Was Muzan dead? All demons disappeared from this world? With little strength inside, still unconscious, but he flexes his hand to hold hers back. Breathing slowly coming back, but faint.. @mooonveiled

[heiangod]

i can see the attraction here.

[7thfcrm]

@hanabashira

Congratulations. You also passed biology with a B+.

              "are you serious?! gramps is going to be so proud of me!" he might even get a nice treat when he got home and told him the good news!

[mugenao]

∞      . . .     continued  from  here  with  @hanabashira  !  

𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓  𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐀  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓  𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  to  ensure  the  festive  season  was  one  of  joy  for  those  under  his  care,  and  Satoru  proved  himself  ever  agreeable  in  nature  when  it  came  to  even  the  jolliest  of  pursuits.  Whether  subjected  to  festive  melodies  of  carols,  the  questionable  fashion  statements  of  sweaters  designed  with  deliberate  hideousness,  or  newly  invented  traditions;  his  educational  intent  wavered  anew  in  the  face  of  the  approaching  holidays,  when  the  sight  of  carefree  smiles  and  easy  laughter  among  his  students  far  outweighed  the  grim  reality  that  usually  defined  their  days. 

Once  having  successfully  coerced  them  into  yet  another  holiday-spirited  game  of  his  own  ingenious  design,  Satoru  eventually  strolled  over  to  where  Kanae  watched  on  pleasantly;  his  features,  for  once  freed  of  the  usual  blindfolded  veil,  softened  into  an  expression  of  ease  and  quiet  pride.  ❝   ’Course  I  am,   ❞  he  accepted  her  compliment  with  the  effortless  grace  of  someone  fully  confident  in  the  truth  of  it.  ❝   They  make  it  easy,  too.   ❞  

As  if  to  grant  his  words  all  the  confirmation  they  could  possibly  seek,  the  sound  of  booming  laughter  and  delighted  coos  rose  from  the  room  moments  later. A  glance,  curious  as  it  was  fleeting, briefly  took  note  of  the  mistletoe  hovering  inconspicuously  above  them     —     yet  his  attention  was  claimed  quickly  by  the  pleasurable  sight  of  Kanae’s  flushed  cheeks.  

While  the  season  invited  each  to  count  their  blessings  in  silent  reverence  and  gratitude, Satoru  made  a  point  to  count  this  moment  among  his  own  blessings.  Surrounded  by  those  youthful  eyes  softened  by  glee  and  met  with  a  gentle  woman’s  flustered  gaze,  his  heart  eased  smoothly  into  a  tranquil  state  of  warmth     —     of  contentment  that  spread  generously  through  his  being,  unwilling  to  leave  a  single  fiber  untouched. 

Such  potent  blend  of  confidence  and  fulfillment  lent  swiftness  to  his  movements     —     though  Satoru  was  never  one  to  hesitate  when  pleasure  was  offered  so  freely.  With  an  arm  slipped  easily  around  her  waist,  her  drawn  closer  until  her  warmth  seeped  through  the  barrier  of  their  clothes,  he  found  himself  delighted  long  before  their  lips  ever  neared     —     his  eyes,  though  cocky  still,  softened  by  a  tenderness  born  of  genuine  affection. 

❝   Tradition  is  tradition,   ❞  he  agreed  by  echoing  his  own  prior  statement  back  to  her.  ❝   And  I  told  you  already     —     nothing  you  wear  qualifies  as  ugly.  The  sweater  never  stood  a  chance.   ❞  

[whimscult-a]

@hanabashira liked for a small starter !

he's never been very good on joint missions. not that he's been on very many, yet. it's something he's having to get used to, something uncertain and different. everything is different now that he's a hashira - even if it's been this way for... months now? awhile, he knows that at least. giyuu has to take time to mull it over, especially when two hashira are sent to the same place like this. why were they both required, anyways...?

it's better though. kanae is kind, even if he feels like he doesn't know how to talk to her, and food during or even after a long mission is the polite thing to do. tengen invited him to dinner on their joint missions. the water hashira's brows pull down, narrowing as he shifts his gaze to an udon stall they're passing. he stops walking.

" kocho-san, " he starts, swallowing down the sense that he's being stupid. would she even want to have a meal? giyuu's fingers twitch, and he gestures loosely toward the small shop. the aroma and atmosphere is warm and inviting. the sun is still in the sky too, he notes, so there won't be any demons. yet. " should we... stop for food? "

[fedua1era]

@hanabashira

The gates of Kimetsu Academy had lanterns swaying gently overhead, strung from tree to tree like drifting stars caught in daylight. Paper charms fluttered in the early autumn breeze, and the scent of sweet batter and grilled food mingled with the scent of flowers. Kikyo paused just beyond the entrance, wearing her nurse scrubs as she had come because Kaede insisted she visit after her night shift ended at work.

Her younger sister thrived here, laughing with classmates, chattering about club activities, speaking of teachers as though they were village elders. Music drifted from somewhere near the courtyard stage as Kikyo stepped carefully along the stone path, avoiding clusters of students. Her gaze lingered on a booth decorated with pressed flowers displayed beneath glass. Chrysanthemums, camellias, and wisteria vines were woven along the frame. The woman had been distracted and not noticed until she collided softly with someone. The impact was gentle, but the bundle of flowers in the other woman’s arms shifted precariously. “I beg your pardon,” Kikyo said immediately, stepping back and bowing her head. “I was not watching my path.”

[flowertsuguko]

@hanabashira asked: 🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair (thought it was fitting lol). still accepting

Kanao came out to help Kanae with tending to the gardens of the Butterfly Mansion. Wanting to spend time with her, since they nearly lost her. So with some guidance, she had taken the watering can and walked around the garden. She made sure each flower got a drop of water, even the little ones tucked away by the larger, grown flowers.

When her name was called, she silently turned to smile at Kanae, wondering if she needed help or she missed a flower. But her eyes open and she sees her sweet smile, the same smile she saw when they first met. Comfort and unguarded, especially when she's with the girls here. Tucked behind her ear, she can feel the small weight of the flower.

Smiling up at her with gratefulness, and she feels her vocal cords gear up. "Thank you, Kanae-san..."