#mitsusane

[redroseworks]

Modern obamitsu worry about looking like unicorn hunters when flirting with Shinobu so they also flirt a bit with Sanegiyuu because like equality

[xxlady-lunaxx]

sanemitsu doodle dump ft.f!sanemi

[r4d1kal]

sanemitsu because the sillies c:

so making more sanemitsu videos eventually

[tired-writer-in-progress]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A short oneshot of the pair that I have a guilty pleasure of loving to write. Sanemi x Mitsuri. Idk what the word play for their ship name is.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Is it okay to ask for SaneMitsu fluff? Specifically Mitsuri making ohagi for Nemi?

YES?? YESYESYES ‼️ (guys i love rarepair asks please they make me so unreasonably happy) /nyways im happy to serve<3

Mitsuri found out about Sanemi’s liking towards ohagi through Shinobu, who found out through Giyuu, who found out through Tanjiro who knew because of the constant aroma of the mochi around the Wind Hashira. The moment the news reached her, she was scouring her kitchen for the right ingredients. After making a quick trip to the store for some red bean paste, she set to work making it. A few hours later, she was on her way to the Wind Estate, directed by her crow. She hadn’t bothered cleaning herself up much—mostly because it had left her mind once the excitement of delivering Sanemi mochi had overcome her thoughts—and the embarrassment of it sunk in as she reached the house. Of course, she could always go back and change, but what of the mochi? What if she ended up dropping it or something on the way back?

Besides, she was sure Sanemi wouldn’t mind. She wasn’t sure if he really cared about her appearance.

As she raised a hand to knock on the door, it opened itself. Startled, Mitsuri squeaked, taking a step back. Sanemi stood there, looking equally confused.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She flushed, suddenly feeling quite foolish. She hadn’t given any prior notice and she was here with some food whilst covered in who knows what. It took her a moment to compose herself, swearing the temperature was rising by the moment.

“Uhm. Uhm, Shinazugawa-san, hello! Hi!” She laughed nervously, repeating herself as she stumbled clumsily through her greetings. “Hi, Shinazugawa-san! Nice to see you!”

“You came here.” He peered at her. “Were you having a food fight or something?”

That only worked to make her face burn and she desperately held up the ohagi in an attempt to spare herself. It was wrapped neatly in what she had thought was cute earlier but now felt stupid. “I brought you ohagi,” she mumbled.

“How did-“ Sanemi paused, an expression of irritation sweeping over him. “God, it was Kamado, wasn’t it? Or Tomioka?”

Mitsuri shook her head. “Shinobu-san, actually. But they did contribute…!”

“Mm.” Sanemi snatched the ohagi, looking at it suspiciously. “Is this homemade or something? Is that what you were doing?”

She nodded. “I wanted to make you some ohagi… I also like mochi, you know? And I thought maybe— Well, if you wanted it… If we could eat together one day? I dunno, well, I- I just wanted to make you some! Because…” She trailed off, fidgeting with one of her braids. His lack of reaction was making her nervous.

“Right.” He opened it quickly, balancing it on his hand almost delicately. He took one tentatively, biting into it. Mitsuri waited and watched, tempted to ask if he liked it but not wanting to sound rude or impatient. After a moment, he took a few more bites from it before popping the rest into his mouth and retying the cloth.

“Ehm…” Mitsuri bit her lip, gazing at him expectantly.

He ignored that, motioning for her to move aside so he could walk past. She frowned sullenly when he just continued down the path retreating from his house. But before she could be any further sad about it—though something like wilting disappointment tried tugging tears from her eyes—Sanemi turned and waved the wrapped ohagi in the air.

“I’m not up for eating together but you’re welcome to make me more,” he called out. Then he turned the corner and was out of her view. Even so, she heard him add, “and I’ll eat the rest later!” and then he was gone.

Mitsuri stared after him for a long moment before barely contained exuberant squeals threatened to convulse her and she wiggled about in her silent excitement, unaware of her crow giving her a concerned look as she all but skipped back home. She swore that her heart was beating fast enough to result in a Demon Slayer Mark by itself, cheeks a simmering red in the best ways possible.

not so much of her making it but here i hope you like it :3 (i think this is my first time writing sanemitsu LMFAO 🙏 i love them so much sughfjkd)

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Okay, hear me out.

Modern AU

Mitsuri gives Sanemi (her boyfriend) a tamagochi (virtual pet). He treats it like its his child. Mitsuri doesnt know whether to be in awe because Sanemi looks so cute. Or jealous that the tamagochi is getting more attention from him than her.

PLS IDK ANYTHING ABT TAMAGOTCHI 😖

At first, it had seemed like a good idea. And really, Mitsuri was all for it, watching Sanemi so focused and dutifully tending to the tamagotchi as if it was his own child. He seemed absolutely invested, hunched over and gazing at it. His first impression of it, he had thought it ridiculous and had brushed away the idea of using it. But after toying around and pressing the buttons about twice, his whole attention became completely exclusive to the digital pet. Mitsuri had been quite ecstatic of his unreasonably adorable reaction, of course, and would gladly spend a day watching him continue. But he was a bit too focused on it. Sure, he was so goddamn cute, and yes, she loved seeing him like this… but he was hardly paying attention to her. She hadn’t minded in the beginning because there was no way she was going to tear away the childish focus that swept over his features whenever he picked up the tamagotchi, but now she was tilting on the verge of being upset, wishing he’d at least talk to her. The most he’d done was let her sit on his lap as he played around with it, his attention far away from Mitsuri. She was in half mind to take out the batteries—except she didn’t exactly want him sad because, at this point, it would be like taking Genya away from him, so she was torn in two both wanting to be the one he so carefully tended to and wanting to watch him so committed to his new discovery.