Who fell first and who fell harder in love? You or them?
Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyuu x gn!hashira!reader
Genre: Fluff
Note: Demons version over here
Sanemi Shinazugawa // Wind Hashira.
He fell first and harder.
It was a little crush at first. He admired you from the side, denying and saying to himself that you are not interested in him anyways, so Sanemi doesn’t allow himself the pleasure of even fantasising about taking you out or you liking him back. Firstly, you could never and don’t deserve a man like him, secondly, Sanemi doesn’t deserve you either.
Bottling up his feelings for you ended up being much worse for him. The overwhelming need to be near you all the time, jealousy bubbling up inside his stomach when someone’s being a little too touchy with you. Every thought began to circle around you and it began to drive him mad, really.
You still tease him about it every now and then about how Sanemi used to stutter and be all shy around you until you finally took the first step to ask him out. He doesn’t appreciate the teasing and always denies it— you definitely fell for him first, not the other way around. Totally.
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Kyojuro Rengoku // Flame Hashira.
You fell first, he fell harder.
How can someone fall for him? He is compassionate, bright, caring, strong, a family man and so much more— Kyojuro didn’t make it exactly hard to let your heart choose him as your next crush. You were hesitant to make a move though, content with admiring him from afar and kicking your legs in the air when you think about the way you caught how his sweaty muscle flexed during training today.
Although you began liking him first, the realisation that he liked you too hit him harder than being tossed across the forest by a demon. It felt a little scary at first how he kept getting distracted by you and his thoughts kept revolving around you, so much to the point he had to confess or else he felt like he is about to explode from keeping all his feelings to himself.
Kyojuro never realised you actually loved him first, but is incredibly thankful nonetheless that you do anyway. After you randomly mentioned to him once, he was actually really flabbergasted and incredibly honoured.
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Gyomei Himejima // Stone Hashira.
He fell first, you fell harder.
Gyomei felt guilty for developing feelings for you. He was sure you had no interest in being with someone that is doing the same work you do and all the heavy baggage that comes with it: going out during odd hours, the pain and injuries, the worrying about if the other is going to come back alive or the death announcement being delivered over a crow— he was sure you wanted a little bit of normalcy in your life, so he avoided the thoughts that seemed to circle you lately.
You fell much harder than he did. You couldn’t stop blushing around him to the point that even Gyomei could feel the heat radiating off your body and checking if you have a fever by touching your forehead, making you heat up even more. You can’t help but really begin to love the hunk of a man that is a walking green flag. You couldn’t help but confess to him one day and hope for the best.
Gyomei can’t help but smile every time you mention your early feelings for him. He feels silly for being hesitant about his feelings for you whenever you talk about how your feelings were gnawing at your brain until you finally confessed. It’s adorable, he thinks.
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Giyuu Tomioka // Water hashira.
He fell first, he fell harder, he almost died while confessing.
Giyuu melted everytime he saw you. On the inside, that is. On the outside, Giyuu only eyed you occasionally and tried to keep his, what he thought to be a small crush at first, at bay and as secretive as possible. This is only temporary and his feelings will pass soon. But for now, he will mentally berate you for your choice in unhealthy foods and stare at the ceiling at night, wondering if you are safe and sound right now.
This “little crush” of his began to get a little out of hand. Giyuu could tell that his feelings were getting a little out of hand as he kept loosing focus and getting beat and kicked to the ground by the other hashira, mostly Sanemi for some reason, during training and rolling over in bed over and over while loosing sleep over if you are still alive. He began to fantasise about being in a relationship with you every now and then, only to become depressed afterwards about how impossible and unreachable that fantasy is.
Giyuu knows confessing to you was one of the best things he ever did, you falling in love with him as well was so surprising to him, he almost thought he was being manipulated by a demon or you were a skinwalker of sorts. But now that he has you secure in his arms as he admires your sleeping face, he realises that yes, this is real and that you’re not going anywhere.
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Author’s note. Thank you for reading!
I finally know what colour to paint my nails in my Douma cosplay after the trailer dropped— AND I can finally colour in my fans the way he had it in the trailer too UGHHH the trailer took me outtttt
Also why is the first pic in Kyo’s banner so delicious
Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!
18+ your first time with the hashiras . . . ❤︎ ⋮ requested. ━━━ ⌗ contains: obanai, sanemi, kyojuro, giyuu, & tengen.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈 ⸝⸝
𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈’s stare is cold and piercing, but warmth lingers where his fingertips last traced a trail down your stomach. he’s extremely gentle, preparing you earnestly before he does anything else. he makes sure that you’re relaxed enough by encouraging and reassuring you, talking you through the entire way.
“breathe.. just like that. you’re doing so well.” he says, pushing in slowly to not hurt you. he lets you whine, lets you take all the time you needed to adjust before moving, starting off with shallow thrusts until you’re ready to take all of him.
and once you are — the pace builds up, the room gets hotter, and your moans get louder. he kept his eyes locked on yours the entire time, treasuring every sound that he coaxed out of you. obanai doesn’t stop praising you throughout the entire exchange, watchful of your comfort and enjoyment.
and the moment you shuddered around him, babbling about how good it felt, he didn’t just feel proud of himself, but of you too. he wanted you to cherish this moment just as much as he did, and he made sure of that.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 ⸝⸝
𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈 was impatient, but that was only because he was anxious. he didn’t know how to be gentle, yet he still slows down when he remembers that it’s your first time. you may not have noticed, but his jaw was clenched so tightly when he slid your underwear off, trying to hold himself back as much as he could to not lose it right then and there.
“‘nemi—it hurts—!” you cried, nails digging into his forearms as he stretched you out. “it hurts? sorry, i’ll slow down. tell me if it’s too much.” the thing is, he wasn’t even halfway in yet, contemplating whether to pull out or continue letting himself in. “haah—nngh! too big, ‘nemi—aah—“ tears clung onto your lashes with every inch he pushed in, his size way too big for you to accommodate. “shit—you’re so tight.. fuck, don’t tense up like that, baby. don’t wanna hurt you.”
and when he finally bottomed out with a groan, tip kissing your cervix for a while before you allowed him to move, the pain faded into something else — something hot and overwhelmingly blissful. eventually, you lost yourself in the pleasure he was giving you, while sanemi did all he could to withhold his desire.
rough thrusts slipped in here and there, because he couldn’t help himself. but sanemi always reined himself back when he saw you wince. it drove him crazy to be restrained, but if he had hurt you, even in the slightest bit, he would’ve never forgave himself.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 ⸝⸝
𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔 was already showering you with love and praises before you even started, pressing kisses on every inch of your skin. “don’t be afraid, my love.” he tells you. that he’ll make you feel good, he says. and you trust him.
he takes his time exploring your body, worshipping all of you. his touch was warm, reverent hands roaming your body like you were delicate. he wasn’t in a rush to be inside of you — rather, his goal was to just show you how much he truly loved you, every part of you. being your first, to him, was just a bonus. still, he couldn’t have been more thankful that you let him do so.
“beautiful—you’re so beautiful, my love.” his thumb traced circles on the back of your hand, fingers laced with each other’s as he sank into you slowly. his rhythm was steady and gentle, frighteningly controlled as he murmured sweet praises into your ear.
though, he didn’t need to use words nor actions to express the extent of his love and devotion to you. because his gaze said enough — lovestruck, and filled with adoration.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 ⸝⸝
𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 hesitated to even touch you, constantly double-checking if you were sure if you truly wanted this. his hands trembled as he mapped out your body, trying to memorise the way you felt in his hands, the way the warmth of your soft skin lingered on his palms.
he liked to keep you close, chest pressed against yours as he buried himself in the crook of your neck while his length throbbed inside of you, unmoving. he stayed completely still until you told him he could move, letting out a sigh of relief when you said that it felt good.
giyuu didn’t say much, but hushed confessions slipped past his lips, unknowingly lost in the pleasure. “so perfect—so fucking perfect.” his thrusts were careful but deep, blunt head pressing against your cervix every time he buried himself to the hilt. he’s so attentive to the way your body reacts — every jolt of your body, when your walls clench around him — he makes sure he never goes too fast or pushes in too roughly.
he fucks you so softly that even when you told him he could go faster, he refused. because he knew that if he did, he wouldn’t be able to control himself anymore.
━━━ ⌗ 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 ⸝⸝
𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 was determined to make sure that you were comfortable, willingly throwing away his own pleasure for the sake of yours. he wanted it to be memorable for you, it was a special moment after all.
he’s extra careful at first — stroking your hair and kissing your forehead, going on and on about how beautiful you looked, undressing you slowly so that it didn’t feel rushed. he kissed your hand when he slid in, splitting you apart inch by inch, wiping the tears that collected at the corner of your eyes.
his hip rocked against yours at a consistent pace, one that erased all the pain and drowned it all out with pleasure. “don’t hold back, i want to hear every sound.” he said, pinning your wirsts above your head as he pounded into you. he wasn’t rough, but he still squeezed out cries from the perfectly angled position that he was fucking you in.
tengen kissed every tear that slipped down your cheek, giving you constant praises when you were overwhelmed, talking you through it all. “you’re doing so well, baby.” he would say. and he was always so patient with you, going at your pace until you were ready for more.
Demon Slayer characters x severely injured reader (angst!)
Giyuu
He doesn’t register the injury at first.
It’s only when he hears your strangled gasp — the one that sounds nothing like you — that his body locks up.
You collapse to the ground, and he’s still frozen. Not because he’s calm — because his mind refuses to believe this is real.
Once it hits, he’s all instinct. The enemy doesn’t last five seconds. His attacks are brutal, fast, and silent. There’s no mercy in his blade.
He drops to his knees beside you with shaking hands. He doesn’t speak at first — because he knows once he opens his mouth, he might fall apart.
“Don’t move.” That’s all he can manage. His voice is a broken whisper. “Just… don’t.”
His hands are covered in blood — yours and the demon’s — and he doesn’t know where to apply pressure first. He doesn’t know how to help you.
When you try to smile and joke, he flinches. He hates it. Hates how kind you are, even now. It’s killing him.
“I should’ve been faster.” He says it like a confession.
Not to you — to himself. He can’t stop replaying what he could’ve done.
When the others arrive, he won’t leave your side. Won’t let them move you until he’s sure you’re still breathing. He needs to feel your pulse.
That night, he doesn’t speak. Just sits at your bedside, sword resting against the wall, his head bowed in silence.
“If you die, I’ll never let anyone close again”
Rengoku
The moment he hears your scream, his face drops. It’s the first time his smile breaks in front of his comrades.
“No!!! —” He’s already sprinting toward you, yelling your name with panic that doesn’t sound like him at all.
You’re on the ground, eyes fluttering, body barely responsive — and he sinks to his knees, hands cradling your face like you’re made of glass.
“Stay with me, my love. Please.” His voice cracks.
He’s begging. Begging you like he’s never begged the gods for anything in his life.
He presses his forehead to yours, whispering “You’re going to be alright. Because I won’t accept anything else.” He needs to believe it.
When you tell him to go finish the fight, he refuses at first.
“No. I don’t care about the mission. Not more than I care about you.”
But when you insist, and beg him to protect the others, he finally stands — teeth clenched, heart in pieces. And he burns.
The enemy has no chance. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t shout. He just moves like fire unleashed — merciless, blinding, furious.
When he returns, he falls to his knees again. Not as a warrior. But as a man who thought he might lose the person he loves most.
“You are the brightest flame I have ever known.” He holds your hand through the night. And every hour, he checks to make sure you’re still warm.
Mitsuri
It hits her all at once. One second she’s fighting beside you, and the next, you’re crumpled, bleeding, and screaming her name.
“No no no no!” She drops everything. Tears instantly well in her eyes. The air is knocked out of her. It’s worse than any injury she’s ever had.
She slides beside you, arms wrapping around you gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’m here. I’m here, I’ve got you…”
But her voice is shaking.
She tries to stop the bleeding, but her hands are trembling so hard. “Please stop bleeding,” she whispers like it’s a prayer.
She starts sobbing right there, panic taking over her normally bubbly warmth. She doesn’t care who sees. You’re all that matters.
When you try to reassure her — even cracking jokes — she completely breaks.
“Why are you smiling? Don’t smile like that, it hurts too much!”
She blames herself. “If I’d just been a little faster, a little stronger… you wouldn’t be like this.” Her heart is cracking open.
Once the demon’s gone, she clings to you all the way back. Refuses to let anyone else carry you. “They don’t love you like I do,”she says.
She doesn’t leave your bedside for days. Her eyes stay pink from crying, but she keeps telling you happy things — even if you’re unconscious.
She braids your hair while you sleep.
And when you finally stir, the first thing you hear is her whispering: “Please never scare me like that again.
Sanemi
The moment he sees you hit the ground, everything else vanishes. The world is noise and red.
“NO—!”He screams your name like he’s being gutted.
He’s at your side in seconds, ripping off his haori, pressing it against the wound, cursing under his breath — “Shit. Shit. No. No, not you.”
“Stay with me, dammit!” He’s snarling like a feral dog. Not at you — at the world. At fate. At himself.
The demon tries to come at you again and Sanemi doesn’t just kill it — he butchers it. Screaming. Eyes bloodshot. His body trembling from rage.
He comes back to you, covered in gore, eyes wild. “You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. Don’t close your damn eyes, don’t you dare.”
You manage to whisper his name and he chokes on his own breath.
Suddenly he can’t speak. Can’t breathe. You’re still here — but barely.
“You stupid— argh!” He says it with tears in his voice. “Why’d you do that? Why’d you take that hit? That should’ve been me.”
When the Kakushi arrive, he nearly attacks them. “Don’t touch her.” His voice is deadly. He won’t let anyone else near you unless he trusts them completely.
He doesn’t cry. Not until you’re out of danger. And then, alone at night, he breaks down in silence, face in his hands.
“You don’t get to leave me.” He says it quietly, forehead resting against yours as you sleep.
“You’re the only good thing I’ve got left.”
Thank you so much for reading! 🩷 And thank you @wingcherry for the request!!
People love to portray him as rough and aggressive with his partner. I ve read those fanfics too - even the smutty ones - and it s always ticked me off how people consider him to be anywhere near mean with his partner especially in an intimate setting.
Sanemi's father has abused his mother his whole childhood until he died, and he grew up seeing his mother's frail body beat down by that brute who was double her size. He has witnessed himself and his little siblings be protected by their mom who took the beating for them, has witnessed bruises and blood and hits over the woman's small and weak body. Then, he was the one who had to put an end to it, and take the life out of that frail body that once protected and nurtured them all.
Sanemi is a deeply traumatized person. That trauma and open wounds turned into the violent and impatient man he is today, because he never got the closure and soothing to go over even a quarter of what he has been through. He was once the oldest sibling and his mom's protector and loving boy - everything was taken from him in one night, including Genya. So, he turned sour and damaged.
Romantic relationships are not something Sanemi is accustomed with , because 1. he never saw the example in his parents and 2. he never considered it for himself, knowing how difficult he is and how uncertain his life is as a Hashira. He knows it. So, when a romantic partner shows up and he has feelings for her and her for him, he takes a bit to accomodate the idea. The sensation that his love is returned and that he holds something so fragile as her in his hands.
Sanemi would be scared to even look at her, let alone insult / manhandle / treat roughly or raise his voice at her. Out of all people, the most violent and disturbing one would be the most gentle and scared in private, because he has seen what his father did to his mother, he has seen what he himself did to his mother, and he knows how rough he can be as a person. So, Sanemi Shinazugawa would treat his lover like a delicate flower, with the gentlest touch and the slowest movements, as if handling something small and delicate and fragile. Because that is how Sanemi Shinazugawa loves. That is who Sanemi Shinazugawa actually is, deep down, underneath all the pain and tragedy he had to withstand.
edit : i don t wanna hear the "but he talks to everyone that way !!! He would talk like that to her at the beginning at least !!!" No, he wouldn't. He s gentle to women and old people. It s written in the manga for everyone who knows how to read !
thinking about sanemi who has a such a nasty and violent size kink, always taking pride in being the stronger one in your relationship, that his pretty girlfriend can just let her big, strong boyfriend take care of everything while you just sit there looking pretty.
he’s incredibly proud of his physique, wearing shirts that show off his muscular chest and scars, or walking around your shared home completely shirtless, his sculpted abs and purple scars on full display for you. you can’t help but drool.
and sanemi loves it, he thrives off the attention and praise you give him. he loves even more your difference in size, how his broad figure completely doubles yours, or how his hands and arms make yours look so ridiculously small, even if they aren’t.
he wouldn’t want it any other way, that’s just the kind of man he is. he likes being able to pick you up with ease, smiling at your giggles or whines to put you down as you wriggle in his grasp. he’s the one you go to whenever you need furniture building, the domestic scene making you a little hot and heavy.
he especially loves how easy it is to manhandle you during sex, throwing you into any position he likes, or even holding you up as he forces you to take his huge cock as your pussy squeezes around his shaft and your eyes turning glossy with tears of pleasure.
and sanemi is big everywhere. the first time you two even had sex was a struggle, your pussy barely able to stretch around his cock with his choked groans and hisses sending your stomach fluttering with butterflies. he knew you were smaller, that it wouldn’t be the smoothest job, but he didn’t expect that his tip alone would make you a moaning mess.
he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him the fuck on, watching you struggle to take his cock and the way your pussy slowly stretched around him while tightening over and over again. and don’t even get him started on the way his cock looked lined up on your stomach. he looked huge compared to you, and he felt his adam’s apple bobble just from that.
sanemi is pretty shameless about this kink of his, defending it by going on about how he just likes being your big, strong boyfriend, that he wants to feel like the man of the relationship. and while that is true, usually the one to wear the pants in your relationship, he’d also do pretty much anything you’d say when your pussy is that good.
A/N: This is my first post so please don't hesitate to correct me✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧. You can read the pregnancy fluff here!
***lower-case except the names cuz fuck this autocorrect.***
✯Giyuu Tomioka｡*ﾟ
Giyuu swore he’d never cross this line with you. you were too soft, too sweet, too much like a fleeting dream he didn’t deserve.
but one late night in your estate, after tea and quiet laughter, when you leaned over him in that loose kimono, brushing stray hairs from his face…his self-control broke.
he takes you carefully, like you might shatter. every thrust is slow, deliberate, cock throbbing crazily inside your smooth—velvety walls, his forehead pressed to your shoulder, his mouth trembling against your skin.
you keep whispering, in that sweet, intoxicating voice of yours, “Giyuu…you’re so warm…please, stay with me like this.”you're so cruel! so unfair! how could you sound so innocent, like your pussy isn't trying to milk him dry, like, that messy pool of sweat and cum is not there, like, the scratches on his body are from the training only.
he tells himself he’ll pull out. he has to. but then you wrap your arms around his neck, cling to him with those sweet moans spilling from your glossed lips, and your pussy clenching down on his cock, desparately trying to ride out an orgasm“ah!—Giyuu you feel s-so nice! ah!-please come inside me!”hearing those stupid, cock-drunken words of yours caused his cock to twitch, instinctively he started to thrust hard and deep.
“d-don’t say things like that—ahh, I can’t—”his voice crackes just like his resolve, he buries himself deep inside your cunt, groaning raggedly into your skin as he fills his seeds inside you, shaking, holding you down to take all of him. when he realizes what he’s done, panic flashes across his face. he starts to pull out, stammering apologies—until you smile sleepily, pressing a hand to his chest, whispering“don't apologise, I wanted this, and I know you did too.”
That one soft line twists a knife in him. you're right he wanted this—even you wanted this but he couldn't help but feel guilty but the thought of you glowing with his child, walking around in his house with a with a big, round stomach was suddenly too powering and....arousing.
☆Sanemi Shinazugawa｡*ﾟ
Sanemi’s was never going to be an accident. not once he had you beneath him, soft body trembling, eyes wide, pupils blown, lips swollen and parted like you were his prey. his cute little prey who shares her sweets with him.
he snarled against your throat, hips slamming into yours hard enough to make the bed creak you whined, gasped his name, tried to tell him he was being too loud and you were sensitive with the previous orgasms—ofcourse he didn’t stop. he never would, especially when he's getting to fuck the woman he loves.
“shut the hell up, my darling. I don't care if anyone hears, you’re mine that's all I care about. now, I'm going to breed this pretty, little pussy of yours and you're going to take it allll without wasting any drop, m'kay?”
true to his words he started to thrust inside you like there was no tomorrow, your cheeks burned, your eyes glassy with tears and pleasure as he pounded into you, biting and marking every inch of your skin he could reach. he pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.
when you whimpered, “Sanemi—you’ll make me—pregnant—”, he snarled a broken laugh and thrust harder.“stupid woman, that’s the whole damn point. I’m gonna fuck a brat into you so everyone knows you’re mine.”
and when he finally came, it was with a vicious groan, grinding himself as deep as possible, making sure you felt every hot pulse of him spilling inside. he stayed there, pressed flush, biting your neck hard as he emptied himself.
afterward? He lay there sweaty and panting, glaring at your soft belly like he wanted to brand it“don’t even think about pushing it out. you’re keeping it. you’re mine now...and, by the way tomorrow is our wedding.”
☆Obanai Iguro｡*ﾟ
with Obanai, it started hesitant. he touched you like he wasn’t allowed, like any second someone would drag him away for daring to ruin something so soft and pure.
“I’ll be careful.”he whispered hoarsely as he slid into you, shaking as if he were already about to break.“I won’t… I’ll pull out, I swear.” was the first and probably the last lie he ever told you.and once he was inside, once he felt your warmth hugging him so tight, he lost every shred of resolve he had.
your moans were gentle, unguarded, making his chest ache. you cupped his cheek like he was something to be cherished instead of the scarred, hissing hashira he was.and when you whispered, breathless, “Obanai…you f-feel so good! don’t s-stop!” his sanity snapped.his cock throbbed painful in your pussy“d-don’t say that—I can’t—too tight!”
with a broken groan he painted your walls white, clinging to you like he’d drown without you. he kept muttering apologies even as he kept thrusting, unable to stop filling you over and over, terrified but drunk on how right it felt.
afterward, he lay trembling against your chest, forehead buried in your softness, hissing quietly.“I shouldn’t have done tha—I’m disgusting, I am sorr—”your sweet lips were reason his ranting stopped.“no you are not disgusting, and don't worry I also wanted to have a family with you. you will make me your wife in this and every life, won't you?Iguro-san!”
Nodding his head he hugged your naked body, the image of you in a wedding kimono, stomach swollen with his child came into his mind, he would be lying if he said that he didn't want this.
So this is how it turns out ngl it's pretty crappy and cringe but it is what it is. LIKES AND REBOLGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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Rengoku would take your timidity as something precious. He’d adjust himself without dimming his warmth: speaking reassuringly, never mocking your shyness… He’d always make sure you’re comfortable before initiating affection or public displays.
He’d say things like: “Ah! You don’t like crowds? Then we shall dine somewhere peaceful! I will handle the noise.”
His optimism is protective, not overbearing. He respects your nature, and because he’s naturally confident, he becomes your anchor in social situations, helping you shine when you’re ready.
GIYUU
Giyuu would be the most at ease with a timid partner. Silence doesn’t scare him. He’s quiet himself, so your shy demeanor would feel natural to him. You two would share peaceful companionship: side-by-side reading, long walks, quiet meals.
He’d say things like: “You don’t have to talk. I like being here with you.”
He’s awkward, not pushy. Giyuu wouldn’t pressure you to open up, but his presence would make you feel safe enough to eventually do so. He’s patient, because he knows how it feels to struggle to speak.
SANEMI
At first, Sanemi might scare a timid partner. He’s loud, rough around the edges. But once he realizes you’re not avoiding him, just shy, he’d immediately soften. He’d tone down his volume (somewhat), speak more gently and become surprisingly protective.
He’d say things like: “If anyone gives you trouble, you tell me. Got it?” (while pretending he’s not blushing himself)
He’s been through hell; he knows vulnerability deserves protection, not ridicule. Your gentleness would melt him. Deep down, he’d find it grounding.
TENGEN
Tengen would find a timid partner fascinating. Instead of trying to change you, he’d treat your quiet nature as part of your elegance. He’d be very careful not to overwhelm you. His usual flashiness would soften into tenderness when you’re together.
He’d say things like: “When you whisper, I listen harder. It’s… quite enchanting.”
Beneath the flamboyance, Tengen is deeply attuned to emotion. He knows how to balance extravagance with reassurance. He’d protect your space while slowly helping you step into confidence, but never by force.
MITSURI
Mitsuri would be delighted by a timid partner. She finds shyness adorable rather than frustrating. She’d instinctively lower her voice, soften her energy and make sure you never feel overwhelmed. Expect warm smiles, gentle hand-holding, and endless encouragement.
She’d say things like: “You’re so cute when you blush! Oh no, I didn’t mean to embarrass you! Sorry, sorry!” While she giggles.
Mitsuri’s heart is huge; she thrives on emotional connection. She wants you to feel safe opening up, so she’d shower you with affection until your walls slowly fall. She’d never rush you, just nurture your confidence lovingly.
OBANAI
Obanai is reserved, so he’d instantly connect with a timid partner. Your quietness wouldn’t bother him, he finds it calming. His affection would be subtle: sharing food, walking close beside you, quietly checking if you’re okay in crowded spaces.
He’d say things like: “You don’t have to force words with me. Just stay close.”
He’s self-conscious about his own appearance and voice, so a gentle partner makes him feel accepted. Your timidity would draw out his protectiveness; he’d go to great lengths to make you feel secure.
MUICHIRO
Muichiro, especially post-memory-recovery, would be captivated by your timidity. He’d mirror your calm energy, offering simple gestures like holding your hand, leaning close as comfort. He’d listen carefully when you speak.
He’d say things like: “I like your voice. Even when it’s quiet.”
He knows what it’s like to feel disconnected or small. Your gentleness resonates with him. He’d never pressure you to change; he’d just make sure you feel seen and valued exactly as you are.
SHINOBU
Shinobu would tease, but never cruelly. She’d use humor to draw you out, keeping things light so you never feel cornered. She’d initiate touch slowly, brushing your hand or adjusting your hair, to gauge your comfort level.
She’d say things like: “It’s alright. Take your time. I’ll wait for you to speak, darling.”
Shinobu understands emotional fragility, she carries her own pain beneath her smile. She’d respect your pace, cherishing every small step you take toward openness.
GYOMEI
Gyomei would treat a timid partner with the utmost respect. He’d speak softly, always mindful of how his size and voice might intimidate you. He’d offer comfort through prayer, gentle touches, and reassurance.
He’d say things like: “Do not rush your heart. It will bloom when it is ready.”
Gyomei sees beauty in vulnerability. To him, timidity is not weakness: it’s sensitivity, and that sensitivity deserves reverence. He’d be endlessly patient, providing safety and grounding.
