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Obsessive!Yandere!Rengoku Kyojuro with a Sweet!Butterfly Mansion Physician!F!Reader:
#Tags: Blood, killing mentioned, you're a nurse, he's yandere for you, obsessed with you, first meeting, injures himself on purpose, minor cursing
The world was blurry. And stained with faint splotches of crimson. Blood. Ugh, to think that during a showdown with one of the Lower Moons Kyojuro successfully decapitated, he got severely injured in the process! He should have taken more care and been more vigilant of his surroundings. As he attempted to open his eyes, his hazy vision settled on the most ethereal woman he had ever seen.
You hovered over him with concern, your soft hands cleaning the blood off of his bruised face. Your hair tumbled down your back, secured with a butterfly hair clip which symbolized your job as a physician in Shinobu's mansion. Being the newly promoted head nurse, Kyojuro's case was instantly transferred to you. Your eyes filled with worry as you prepared a tray of ointments and medications. "Rengoku-sama, please awaken."
Oh, god. Your voice. Your fucking voice. It was the sweetest thing Kyojuro ever had the pleasure of hearing. Like nectar in a fragrant flower. As he sat up with a struggle, his eyes zeroed in on yours with discreet intensity. You dismissed it as just a disoriented patient thing it wasn't.
"There we go! How many fingers am I holding up, sir?" You beamed at him, holding up four fingers. Damn him for being unable to comprehend anything at the sound of your voice. Everything faded into black except your face. As if a censor went off.
"Four," his gravelly yet loud voice resounded in the bustling infirmary, "four fingers."
"Very good! You seem to retain basic capabilities to think and process," you jotted down the points onto your clipboard, fixing your simple white yukata style tight uniform and apron, "can you explain what you feel right now?"
"Love," Kyojuro shot out immediately, before realizing what he said and clearing his throat, "I mean, pain in my left temple and jaw!"
You chuckled sweetly, "I see! I'll apply some ointment on you." As your hands reached his head to gently cup his jaw, the flame hashira nearly groaned out loud before composing himself last moment. What's with him??? He was never like this before. Never this... crazed for a woman. And the said woman being a straight up mythological folklore princess wasn't helping.
Your fingers swiftly applied the ointment onto his temples, the effects appearing like magic. But Kyojuro was too busy admiring you to even notice. "All set! You're ready to be discharged."
Huh? Kyojuro's reveries came crashing down. Shit. He wasn't going anywhere, now that he's finally found the one for him. The moment you turned away to clear the empty ointment bottles, he took in a deep breath. And then he punched himself in the guts.
"Ouch, fuck! My abdomen hurts! I can't be discharged."
"Oh, my!" You gasped, rushing to him to check his abdomen. Your soft hands felt around for the cause of the pain, and upon finding the sore spot, you immediately reached for more ointment. However, Kyojuro's rough hands grabbed yours.
"No ointments. I need the medicinal tea," he panted out dramatically, "I always drink that when I get injured like this for 3 days with no movement. You can ask Aoi."
Pondering over the suggestion, you nodded, "that's alright. Since your pain isn't extreme, as you say, we can't give you injections. It isn't too light to dismiss. Let me apply ointment and prepare medicinal tea for you. You're unfortunately on bed rest for 2 days, including today. So the day after tomorrow, you're discharged."
Kyojuro grinned, "no big deal. I can make up for the training missed later."
As you fluttered about the infirmary the next day, prepared to help new patients, you noticed Kyojuro's searing gaze follow you around. Gulping at the intensity, you tried to ignore it. Ignore it, Y/n—
"Hey, doll. Care to dress my wounds for me?" A rowdy demon slayer catcalled from the third bed.
"Sir, please wait. I will send Aoi to you."
"No. You're going to be the one curing me. If you can't even do that, are you just eye candy, then?" He sneered.
"Don't disrespect me," you sternly reprimanded him, only to earn a sneer and a muttered "whore" from him. During this exchange, you didn't notice the way Kyojuro's jaw clenched so hard that it nearly cracked open. He didn't say anything, though. Before you realized, it was the next day already.
It was a seemingly normal day. Kyojuro got discharged, and the amount of patients wasn't very much! As you hummed to yourself, making the beds in the infirmary, your eyes drifted to a towering man standing below the mansion, covered in blood. You gasped. Kyojuro!? He just got discharged yesterday!
As you rushed down, your eyes zeroed in on the said flame hashira, who was now observing a red butterfly seated on his calloused fingertip, seemingly unbothered by the bloody mess on his uniform. "Rengoku-sama!"
Turning to you, he grinned, "it's Kyojuro for you, Y/n!"
"Kyojuro-san, then, what happened!?"
"Ran into a demon. I finished it, of course," he smugly replied, "but I seem to have gotten a little hurt while I was at it."
"Oh, let me clean the wound up. Come inside," you sighed in relief, beckoning him in.
Kyojuro took a seat on the infirmary bed, his eyes still following you around obsessively as you reached for the cotton ball to clean the blood from his injury.
"Isn't this wound a little too straight to be inflicted by a demon's claws, as you say?" You inquired, earning a boisterous laugh from him.
"I guess he was a master of his game."
"Also, doesn't demon blood evaporate instantly? What's all this blood on you?" You gasped.
"It was a special kind of demon."
"Oh, okay. May I take a sample of it, then?" You beamed.
"No. I do not want you getting infected or even worse because of this blood. Some other time, Y/n," he patted your head with his clean hand, "opportunities are endless."
You nodded, finishing dressing his wound as you smiled at him. Oh, would you still smile at him like that once you found out that it wasn't demon blood to begin with? As Kyojuro prepared to leave, he flashed you a charming smile. "See you later, then."
As he exited, you realized that your butterfly hairclip was missing. Maybe you dropped it during the hurry! You'd find it later. Time to get to work, for now!
Outside, Kyojuro hummed as he walked back to the training grounds, your hairclip clutched in his hand as he kissed it with an almost feverish look, chuckling to himself.
"You're mine, butterfly. Today, I have killed a human for you. You must reciprocate my love."
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