#wind hashira

[hermusicpersona]

PEAK MISCHARACTERIZATION:

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA.

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 !

[deathmetaldreams]

[hauntingofthewind]

Hi! I send your requests were open for Sanemi and I was wondering if you could write anything about a jealoussss Sanemi 😫

Jealousy, Jealousy.

pairings: sanemixreader/sanemixf!reader

genre: comedy, fluff <3

wc: 2,030

answer: I love jealous sanemi, but I love mean jealous sanemi more!! he’s def very territorial towards you even before having you as his lol. Anyway Ice Breathing is so cool so I use it here. I will be using ice breathing in my new fic as well >_< anyway!! Enjoyyy

The Hashira meeting, always your favorite day because you’re going to see everyone again—especially your friend, Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira.

The headquarters is never deserted, with so many kids Master Ubuyashiki has taken under his wings, the estate is always filled with swords clanking and wooden dummies breaking. The weather is always humid if it’s not winter, because of the sweats and blood spurting everywhere. Screams and groans from the kids, laughter of them having fun doing their stuff? It’s always a good day in the Demon Slayer Corps, regardless of the grim nights that haunt every day.

You sit comfortably on the edge of the floor in front of the meeting room door, facing the big field as kids train so hard with all their hearts and strengths—you smiled, reminiscing those days when you were still new.

“The Ice Hashira is here early.” A familiar voice rests on your ears, you snapped back to see Giyu Tomioka has squatted down behind you, patting your head.

“Giyuu! How are you?!” You squeaked, turning your body so fast you basically slammed his whole body down to the ground, hugging him tightly.

Sanemi halts his steps, he was about to say hi to you after arguing with himself throughout the journey to the headquarters, but seeing you so friendly with Giyu pisses him off that he’s doing the opposite.

“Oi.” A gruff sound chimed in, sounding mean and unflattering. “Why are you acting like a goddamn kid?” Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, tilted his head aside in disgust, his jaw flexing tight.

Giyuu, who’s lying flat on the floor, tilts his head up to see Sanemi upside down, his expression flat and unimpressed, “not your problem, Shinazugawa.” He muttered, getting up slowly. 

Giyuu’s eyes change when he sees you again, on all fours in front of him, he giggles just thinking about how you resemble a happy dog meeting his owner, he pats your head again.

Sanemi tightens his fist, ready to punch Giyu if he laid his hands more on you.

“I miss you, ice.” Your excitement almost leaped out of your body. You have been closer ever since last year when you trained hard for your Hashira test with him. You and Giyu have always seen each other as siblings. He’s the big brother you never had.

Sanemi heard that and almost exploded. He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes before grumbling in annoyance again, watching you too friendly with the black-haired man.

“Ya don’t have somewhere else to do this?” Sanemi still complains, arms on his hips.

“If you don’t like it, you should leave.” You said to him, stuttering. You walk in front of him just to cross your arms against your chest, showing him that you are not going to deter, even if you’re actually afraid of him.

For the Hashira test, you need to grind your power more, but your ice master’s settled in one of the highest mountains in Nepal, so you couldn’t possibly reach him for training. After weeks of studying the root of your technique, it turns out ice breathing breached from water, but aside from that, it also needs…wind.

Oh yeah, you remember those days. The hell of months you train under his wing. Ice Breathing breached from two: water and wind. The training with Giyu was amazing, almost like playing games—it was easy, so easy that you wake up happy and go to sleep ecstatic. But the second part of the intense training was with Sanemi. You have the biggest fat crush, a crush that’s like a pimple ready to explode. But the crush never reciprocates.

You’re always so nice to him, nicer than you’re with Giyu, but Sanemi just never gets the gist. He treats you so mean, sometimes doesn’t even talk to you. And his training was like hell, it was hell on earth. But you got stronger because of him, and for that, you always have him in your heart.

Your forever unreciprocated feeling.

The silver-haired man has his eyes looking down on you, and you still have your eyes staring up at him, twinkling with eagerness and hope. His eyes flicker for a second before he looks away, his ears red.

“I don’t need to argue with the likes of you.” He said, turning his heels around.

“Well, yeah, I don’t care!” You awkwardly raised your voice when he’s already out of your sight. You turned back to Giyu and proceeded to the meeting.

The meeting was serious, but nothing is better than hanging out with every Hashira, catching up on how they’re doing, and everything. After the Master left, there’s still another Hashira meeting for strategies and grouping. Because since Tanjiro and Nezuko appeared, the demons have been scrambling everywhere, not just any demons. There are strong upper moons appearing more often than ever, even if it’s lower moons or normal demons, they also appear strong, or at least more than one.

It’s a peculiar phase everyone is facing, something’s brewing.

“So for the Northeast, since it’s always cold there…hmmm…this mission is so tough as well. We need two or three Hashira rather than sending ten or twelve kids.” Shinobu Kocho, the Insect Hashira, is thinking hard while scribbling down the map. “Definitely, the Ice Hashira is my first choice.” She deduced, looking at you with empty stares. You nodded.

“But, I think I need the Water Hashira to travel with her as well.” Shinobu added, tapping the pen on her temple like she’s deep in thought. Giyu sits beside her with no motion. He never refuses nor agrees to anything—that man just takes.

Sanemi, who has his eyes closed in peace, shot them open so quickly that Tokito Muichiro, the Mist Hashira, turns his head towards him, looking lost but curious as always.

Sanemi hates that idea so much more than he hates demons. What does she mean that you need to travel with Giyu? In that cold weather, you’ll be all cuddled up too close with him, hugging and sleeping naked together to regulate heat?! Crazy! He can do that to you better than anyone.

He’s stronger, bigger, heck he’s thrice bigger than you and twice bigger than Giyu. His shoulders can carry you effortlessly, he’s not limp like that water guy. He’s so much stronger but you never once look him in the eye for that, he’s beyond pissed.

His anger is seeping out without him knowing, spiraling with his own thoughts he gritted before blurting “Huh?!” As the whole room turned their heads to him.

“Ah! So nice to travel with a friend!” Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, chimes in, her voice always sweet and sultry. She claps her hand in excitement but she never reads the room, like ever. 

Obanai Iguro, who sits beside the pink-haired girl, covers his face. “Kanroji-san…” he mumbles, tapping her shoulder to stop.

“Any objections, Shinazugawa-san?” Asks Gyomei Himejima, the beads wrapping his enormous palms shuffling. Shinobu turns to Sanemi as well, curious, lacing her grim face.

“N-nothing, it’s just…” Sanemi stutters when the whole room gives him attention, “I can go with the Ice Hashira.” His voice, for once, sounded so small. It’s too small that the whole room fell into crisp silence.

Mitsuri gasped so loud, covering her mouth. Obanai glares at her to keep her quiet, she yelps.

“But I think it’s better for her to travel with Tomioka-san.” Tengen Uzui chimed in, “Shinazugawa can travel with me since our techniques are the same roots! It’s flashier to work together for the territory we’re going into!” His excitement bleeds out of his eyes, he looks too happy.

“Yes. It’s true.” Shinobu adds. Sanemi looks at them both before slamming his sheathed blade on the tatami floor, “Whatever! Do whatever y’all want to do, I don’t care! Just give me a mission alone!” He storms out of the meeting room, slamming the door so hard the hinge broke. Sanemi doesn’t look behind as he just walks to the field, starts screaming at the kids who are practicing.

“Ah…” Mitsuri huffs, “it’s so hard for him to fall in love, he can’t even act right.” She frowns. Obanai pats her back. 

You overheard what Mitsuri and Obanai were talking. Your back shot straight up.

Love? Who? Me? You thought, your eyes darting left and right. You never felt hot, ever. Your body was always cold, but now you could feel heat and start to sweat.

You never sweat in your entire life.

“Ah! You’re sweating!” Mitsuri screamed, scrambling herself to look for cloth just to wipe you off. You got up and said loudly, “I will be doing my mission with the Wind Hashira! Thank you, everyone.” You bowed before fleeing the room.

Giyuu smiled, muttering “that’s it.” When he saw you tumbling down towards the field where Sanemi was torturing the kids.

“Shinazugawa!!” You yelled just in time before he beat up a newly joined little boy, who you assumed already got a beating from him—for whatever stupid reason.

“What!” He barked, his punch stopped midair. 

You halted, arms on your waist. “Why are you punching that boy?” You got distracted. Sanemi dropped his body on the ground as his eyes still maintained on you, eyebrows shot up in question.

Your legs quickly went to the boy, helping him as you checked for his face injuries.

“What’s your name?” You asked, your voice soft like honey. Sanemi scowled in displeasure. He didn’t like it when you were being so nice to everyone.

“Zenitsu Agatsuma.” The weeping boy replied, his voice so loud for a little boy. His hair was cutely bright yellow. He kept weeping when you brushed his face with your thumb, trying to erase the blood emitting from his face.

Sanemi shook, his eyes wide open in anger.Zenitsu whimpers, trying to squeal away from your touch to save himself from impending doom.

“Don’t cry, okay.” You whispered, giving him your cloth to wipe the tears and blood. Sanemi frowned when you kept touching the boy. “Why do you need to fix everything? Stop doing that.” His mutters didn’t deter you. Practically, you were immune to his mean words.

“Miss, your hands are so cold.” Zenitsu chimed innocently. You replied to him with a flat smile.

Sanemi stomps at him as he picks the boy up again, “What did you say?! Can’t you say thank you after she’s trying to help you?! Damn useless! Where are your manners?! Show gratitude before I kill you!” His voice is so loud, the other kids practicing yield and cower in fear, their faces turning pale.

“Shinazugawa! Put him down!” You screamed, pulling Sanemi’s buff arms to no avail. You kick his legs as well, but it doesn’t work.

“And you! When will you stop touching guys?! Your hands itch if you don’t touch males, is it?! Stop touching them!” Sanemi barks at you too, his gaze presenting insanity as he smirks unamused, about to punch Zenitsu before you pull Sanemi’s Haori.

“Shinazugawa! I’m going for the northeast mission with you!” You screamed your heart out, palms tight clutching his Haori and eyes closed. Sanemi pauses before dropping Zenitsu on the ground once again.

“What?” He turns to you, grabbing your small palms in his huge and calloused hands. He grabs it so tightly you winced.

“You’re going with me?” His voice is something different. Usually, it’s always had a rough end to it, the edges of his sentence always ending like it’s piercing and meant to hurt you—but for this time, at least this time, his voice sounded normal, like there’s a tint of hope.

You nodded, your eyes twinkling with excitement and happiness—everyone could see the aura you emit. It feels like you’re floating and mush with pink and butterflies. That’s just how happy you are.

Maybe, just maybe, this isn’t just some unreciprocated crush.

“They assigned me to come with you two, you know.” Giyu chimed out of nowhere. Your body froze as Sanemi glares behind you with the utterly disgusted tone, “Huh?!”

[urumashunistheonlyone]

mock me again

pairing: sanemi shinazugawa × reader

genre: romance, slice of life, comedy, domestic fluff

warnings: mild language, teasing, light suggestive tone

synopsis: you and mitsuri make the mistake of mocking sanemi, with voice impressions and dramatic gestures — only to realize the man himself has been listening the whole time.

mitsuri had come over earlier in the afternoon, basket of snacks in her hands, her hair bouncing with every step as she chirped your name from the gate. the wind estate was unusually quiet — sanemi had been gone most of the day, something about patrols and paperwork he claimed “takes forever when you’ve got a bunch of idiots in the corps.”

you were sprawled on the porch with mitsuri, the two of you eating sweet buns and gossiping in low voices about anything and everything.

it was comfortable, warm in the fading sunlight, until your conversation drifted to sanemi himself. you didn’t even remember exactly how it started — maybe it was when mitsuri asked how he talks to you at home compared to in public. whatever it was, you were soon sitting cross-legged, leaning forward with a sly grin, mimicking his exact tone.

“oi, what the hell’s this mess?” you growled in a pitch-perfect imitation, making your voice rough and your brows knit like his always did when he was irritated. you waved your hands around dramatically, your face scrunching as you squinted at invisible dishes. “you call this clean? tch. you’re useless.”

mitsuri’s laughter exploded immediately, her hand smacking her thigh, nearly spilling the cup of tea in front of her. you were encouraged, so you kept going, adding the signature scowl and even the way he sometimes rubbed the back of his neck when he was frustrated.

“and another thing — quit starin’ at me like that. what, you think it’s cute? ya think i’m here to entertain you?!” you jabbed a finger at her as if she were him on the receiving end, pacing a bit for dramatic effect.

her shoulders shook with every giggle, and the more she laughed, the more energy you put into the act. you even added the way his hair fell slightly over his forehead when he leaned forward, tossing your own hair for emphasis.

“ugh,” you grunted, imitating the way he huffed through his nose. “damn brats — oh, and don’t get me started on those other hashira —”

you didn’t notice it right away. but mitsuri’s giggles started dying out. slowly. her hand froze halfway to her mouth, eyes darting just past you.

you were mid-sentence, deep into your “sanemi lecture mode” when you realized she wasn’t laughing anymore.

“…what? what’s with your face?” you tilted your head, still holding a perfect scowl.

mitsuri’s pink eyes widened slightly. “uh—” she gave a nervous little chuckle, her shoulders stiffening. her hands fidgeted with the hem of her skirt as she looked like she was deciding whether to warn you or not.

then you heard it. the faintest exhale behind you.

your stomach dropped.

you turned your head slowly, dread settling in your bones. there he was. sanemi shinazugawa. standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking every bit the part of the man you were just mocking. his white hair was slightly damp from a shower, his shirt clinging to his shoulders, and his pale eyes were narrowed so hard you were surprised the air around him didn’t catch fire.

you swallowed. “…how long have you been standing there?”

“long enough,” he said flatly, his voice low and dangerous, but there was an unmistakable twitch at the corner of his mouth. not a smile — oh no — more like the kind of twitch that meant he was deciding if you were worth yelling at right now or later.

mitsuri’s hands were clasped together now, her smile frozen and a bead of sweat rolling down her temple. “i—i should probably, um—oh! is that the time?” she squeaked, standing up so fast her tea sloshed over the rim. “gotta run! thanks for the snacks!” she practically bolted past sanemi, patting his arm lightly with a nervous laugh. “you two… have fun!”

the door slid shut behind her, leaving you alone with him.

he stepped forward, slow and deliberate, the wooden boards creaking under his weight. “so,” he began, voice calm in a way that was somehow more terrifying than if he were shouting, “that’s what i sound like to you, huh?”

you tried for a smile. “…i was just—uh—joking around. you know. harmless fun.”

“harmless fun?” he echoed, stopping just inches away. you could feel the warmth radiating from him, the tension in his shoulders, the way his gaze drilled into yours.

you lifted a finger, pointing at his chest. “technically, that’s what you sound like when you’re mad—”

his hand shot up, grabbing your wrist mid-gesture. “careful,” he muttered, but the faintest huff of amusement escaped his nose.

you narrowed your eyes, realizing he wasn’t actually mad. “…you’re not even upset, are you?”

he smirked then, barely, and leaned closer. “nah. but keep it up and i’ll make sure you know what i sound like for real.”

and from the look in his eyes, you knew exactly what he meant.

[vrystalius]

TW: self harm implications on Sanemi’s side. gn!reader.

“It’s not even that bad. You’re makin’ a big deal out of nothing.” He says with full seriousness as you remove the crusty bandages that have been soaked in his blood from his arms. Beneath it, more and more flesh-wounds were revealed to you.

You’re used to Sanemi slashing his arm here and there to lure dons out of hiding, but this? This is something different.

He wasn’t looking at you, instead staring at an imaginary point somewhere in the distance. His arm was tense despite your gentle touch trying to assess the damage he had done to himself again. Oh, you wanted to burst into tears at the sight of this.

You can obviously tell that this was something different from the usual luring. Asking him why he has been overdoing it so much lately won’t bring you anywhere but a shouting match where Sanemi accuses you of being overbearing, controlling and whatever else he can think of that will leave a sting in your heart.

Swallowing your tears for a moment, you concentrated on instead applying fresh bandages and wrapping it slowly around his arm. “If there is anything—“ “Shut up.”

Immediately you silenced yourself and finished changing the sterile fabric. Sanemi sighed deeply, sliding his palm over his face before turning to face you. “Sorry. Didn’t mean that, it’s just.. lot of.. stuff. Right now.” His shoulders visibly slacked. He was literally shrinking himself under your gaze.

Slowly, you wrap your arms around him and pulled your lover closer against your body and into a hug. You felt his whole body tense before melting into your touch, his face buried deep in your neck. His shaky breath brushed against your skin. “I’m sorry.” “You don’t have to apologise.” “I-I’m sorry.”

Despite knowing that there is something Sanemi wasn’t telling you yet, you didn’t pry. You know that he will tell you in time, but for now, he just needs to be bandaged up and held. That, you can do.

[doesithurt-sage]

Sanemi Shinazugawa in love (pt1) ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[Sanemi x reader] love crises headcanons

• At first he doesn't even know its love.

• Why does his face heat up when you compliment his fighting style? Why does his heart start racing if you stand a bit too close? Why does he think of you so damn much? Why is he looking for excuses to meet you? Why does he get disappointed when you dont show up when you usually do?

WHY!!!??

• Realization hits when he observes Obanai and Mitsuri.

Oh.

• But he should be focusing on killing demons. His heart should have no space for love— only the hatred for demons. But then why? Why does his heart betray him when you smile at him?

• Tries to gaslight himself into thinking he does not like you. Fails.

• Thinks he’s not even good enough for you.

I am built for killing demons. That's it. These hands can never be gentle. They deserve better than me— so much better than me.

• tries to push you away.

It's for their own good.

Fucking shit. Why do you not leave me?! JUST LEAVE MEEEEE! GO AWAY!!!! Stop looking at me with those pretty eyes. Stop smiling at me with that stupidly adorable smile of yours. Stop caring for me Idiot! JUST GO AWAY

• He hates you (no he doesnt).He hates that he's in love. Maybe he hate's that he likes that he's in love.

UGHHH WHYYYYYYY

• Actually opens up to Obanai about it.

He would understand it right? He has similar feelings for Mitsuri...He can help— and I can trust him to not tell others....right....?

Hopefully yes.

• Obanai tells him to just accept that he's in love. Like wdym accept it?!

What is he supposed to do about it??!!! He just can't keep his feelings inside. Does he tell you that he likes you? No no no— that's too soon. He isn't ready. What if you dont like him?

Okay fuck it. What's the worse that can happen? They will deny my feelings? (Them telling me that they like someone else.)

• thinks about giving a note confessing his feelings but HE DOESNT KNOW HOW TO FUCKING WRITE. SHIT.

• Accidently blurts out his confession when hes frustrated at you. He doesn't even know why he said that— fuck. Panics. Goes all red and his heart is beating so fast as if he's fighting ten demons at once.

• Wait, what? You said you like him too...?YOU LIKE HIM BACK? HOLY FUCK-

He just cant believe it

Can't get any words out.

Takes him a minute to actually believe its real and he's not dreaming.

"...You serious?"

Ill probably make more parts of this :P

Part 2 is posted!

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Credits for divider @uzmacchiato

[dustybustyy]

THE DAY YOU ACCIDENTALLY COURTED THE WIND HASHIRA

Summary: Its the title kinda self explanatory idk how to explain it

WARNINGS: Kind of forced (?), yandereish, sanemi, old women (idk), mature themes, historically inaccurate, spelling mistakes, not proofread, MDNI

its a little drabble so if anyone wants to make it into a really long fic ur more than welcome to just credit me!!

I DO NOT GIVE U PERMISSION TO PUT MY WORK IN AI, CLAIM IT AS YOURS OR POST IT ON ANOTHER PLATFORM WITHOUT MY PERMISSION!!!

It began with a simple act of kindness. At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You worked in the Butterfly Mansion, patching up reckless slayers who didn’t know when to quit. Sanemi Shinazugawa was a frequent guest—always bloodied, always scowling, and always insisting he didn’t need treatment even as blood dripped down his arm. He wasn’t easy to deal with, but you’d long since learned to ignore the bark and just handle the wounds.

This time, however, it wasn’t just a few bandages. He’d staggered in after a demon hunt with a deep gash along his side, clearly from something big. You’d cleaned it, stitched it, and—without thinking—sat by his futon through the night to make sure the fever didn’t rise. In your mind, you were simply being a responsible healer.

But in some old, dusty corner of Taishō-era tradition, sitting vigil through the night was something a wife did for her husband.

That was step one.

Step two happened a few days later when Sanemi was well enough to stand. You were in the herb garden gathering supplies when you spotted him frowning at the loose tie of his uniform sleeve. Without thinking, you knelt, retied it for him, and tucked the ends neatly—just like you did for the children you cared for at the Mansion. It was habit for you. But for anyone watching, binding part of a man’s clothing was a deeply intimate, almost marital act.

Step three came the next week, when you quietly repaired the tear in his haori, patching it so precisely that the seam was nearly invisible. Your logic was simple: you fixed things when they broke. But in the eyes of half the old women who worked in the Mansion’s laundry, mending a man’s haori meant claiming him in a way that words couldn’t.

The final nail in the coffin came on a warm spring afternoon. You were delivering fresh medicinal herbs to the village square when one of the elderly market women smiled warmly at you, pressing a small bundle of white flowers into your hands.

“These will suit you,” she said knowingly. “Especially now that you’ve done all the rites. May your marriage be blessed.”

You froze mid-step, brain blank. “…Marriage?”

“Don’t be shy, girl,” she chuckled, nodding behind you. “Your husband’s right there.”

You turned—and nearly dropped the flowers.

Sanemi was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, brow quirked in a way that made your stomach twist. His gaze flicked from the flowers to your face, and there was the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“What marriage?” you blurted, gripping the stems too tightly.

The old woman beamed. “Sitting vigil through the night, tending his wounds, binding his clothing, mending his garments—girl, you’ve gone through all the steps our mothers taught us. Everyone knows.”

You stared at her, then at Sanemi, then back at her. “That’s not— I was just—”

But Sanemi stepped closer, plucking one of the flowers from your bundle and tucking it behind your ear with a casualness that felt far too deliberate. “Guess it’s settled, then,” he said, voice low and edged with that half-amused, half-challenging tone he always used when you got flustered.

Your face burned. “I didn’t—”

“You did,” he cut in, already turning away like the matter was decided. “Come on, ‘wife.’ Let’s get back before those old bats start planning a wedding feast.”

You were left standing in the square, still clutching the flowers, with the sickening realization that—intentional or not—you’d somehow just courted the Wind Hashira. And judging by the faint smirk on his face as he walked ahead, he had zero intention of letting you wriggle out of it.

soo what did u guys think?

[kyoo-htk]

i love your writing! i especially love how you portray and write about Rengoku and Tomioka. if it’s not too much of an ask, will you make a part 2 of going on a first date with the KNY men? Can Sanemi be included?

Thank you! i really appreciate that <3 sorry for being a bit late with this-.

Date with male Hashiras ! (pt.2)

🥢Part 1 here

⤷ ft. Rengoku Kyojuro / Tomioka Giyuu / Uzui Tengen / Shinazugawa Sanemi 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮

༄*ੈ Rengoku Kyojuro

Just like the first time, he picks you up with a bouquet of flowers, now they're your favorites. You mentioned your favorite ones on the first date, and Kyojuro excitedly bought them before coming to pick you up.

He kisses you on the forehead, gently holding your chin and then he pats your head. You go out to eat first. When Kyojuro sees how much you're enjoying it, he asks to try a bite from your hand.

He was also enjoying the food. He pays for everything—the meal, the activities you do, and a couple of small gifts for you.

Kyojuro loves calling you "love"

There are moments when Kyojuro can't take his eyes off you; his expression lights up more than usual. When you're walking, your hands brush against each other. You don't dare to hold his hand, and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

Still, he gently takes your hand and looks at you to make sure you're okay. When you give him that reassuring look, he relaxes.

His body heat was much warmer than yours; his hands were rough. You knew that Kyojuro's heart and intentions were pure.

This time, unlike the first date, he feels a little jealous when someone looks at you, but he doesn't let it bother him. Kyojuro simply wraps his arm around your shoulder, ignoring whoever was staring at you.

He makes you laugh a lot the entire time, you love that and he notices.

"You have beautiful hands"

"Your hair shines in the sunlight"

"You're so fun!"

When he drops you off at your house, he smiles at you gently, holds your face, and kisses you, similar to the first time, but different. You rest your hands on his chest and can't help but hug him. You felt Kyojuro’s heart beating faster.

"I hope you had a good time. I had so much fun!"

₊˚⊹ Tomioka Giyuu

He was a little nervous about coming to pick you up. Giyuu arrived with a snack for you and handed it to you. He greeted you with a shy smile and gently pats your head.

"How have you been?" — were the first words he spoke.

You knew about Giyuu's shyness, so you took the initiative and grabbed his arm. He glanced at you and then smiled, tightening his grip slightly.

He bought you a wind chime, which, for some reason, reminded you very much of how Giyuu made you feel.

You had a very peaceful date; this time, Giyuu talked a little more than before. You arrived under the shade of a cherry blossom tree, and he picked up a fallen petal and offered it to you in silence, but that said more than any words could. Giyuu often stared at you, making you blush. You asked him what was wrong.

"I'm just looking at you; for some reason, I can't stop" — he said.

When he talked about you, his expression softened, as did his words. While you were walking, Giyuu wanted to hold your hand. "Maybe it's too soon" he thought, so he didn't do anything.

Before you returned home, under the moonlight, you were alone by the same river you had visited on your first date.

"Can I kiss you again?" — he asked, nervous again, avoiding your gaze.

This kiss was a little longer. Giyuu's hand rested on your chin, and the other one was on your waist.

"See you soon" — he said with a warm smile as he walked away.

★彡 Uzui Tengen

Tengen picks you up from your house, carrying a bouquet of flowers even bigger than the last one. When he sees you, he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“It hasn’t been that long, but I missed you”

On the street, Tengen held your hand possessively. You were surprised by the strength of his grip, and he knew it, of course he knew it.

You did many fun things together; sometimes he would pick you up and spin you around in his arms. When he set you down, Tengen maintained his hold, like a dance partner, and looked at you with dreamy eyes, making you gradually fall for him.

“What’s wrong? Why are you so shy now?” — he asks, noticing your nervousness due to his presence, his grip, and his gaze.

He remains just as possessive as before; what was his was his, and everyone should know it.

Tengen made you laugh a lot, but he felt that emotion even more deeply. In his eyes, there were many beautiful things, but they were all material possessions; you weren't a material possession. Tengen knew how to treat you with care.

When you smile, Tengen feels as if time slows down, wanting to keep that image forever. He can't help himself and pulls you close and kisses you.

Tengen gently holds your face, and his scent makes you weak.

“It would be better if we didn’t have to wait so long to see each other” — he says as you stand at the door of your house.

He looks down at you and smiles warmly, caressing your cheek, then his thumb gently strokes your lips.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten the taste of your lips that first night.”

°˖➴ Shinazugawa Sanemi

Since the first time he saw you, Sanemi had been waiting for this moment, anxious and impatient, but he didn't show it at all. Although he was the one who approached you first, he was uncomfortable having to show a "vulnerable" side of himself.

"So, shall we go?" — He says.

At first, you both didn't talk much, but Sanemi always looked at you very intently. You ate chicken skewers at a small but cozy restaurant.

A piece of food got stuck on your cheek, but you didn't notice. Sanemi told you, but you tried to wipe the wrong cheek.

"Let me, I'll do it" — he said, while his thumb, a little roughly, removed the food from your face.

Your gaze met his, and you stayed like that for a while. Sanemi's face turned soft red, and he immediately looked away.

Every time you interacted with him in a more intimate way, the same thing happened to Sanemi. Little by little, he started talking more, and you also became drawn to his words.

When you walked ahead, he would stop and stare at you, lost in you.

“Beautiful, so beautiful” — Sanemi thinks.

Regarding jealousy, he couldn't control it; he didn't hide it, just not. If a man looked at you more than usual, Sanemi would stare into that person's soul while leaning on your shoulder and playing with your hair.

When there's no one around, he caresses your face or gently holds your hand. Sanemi is very protective, even about small things. His appearance doesn't show it at all.

"I like you, we should go out again" — he says when he drops you off at your house.

He pats your head a little roughly, messing up your hair. He turns around, ready to leave, but something stops him.

"You're pretty" — he says, still with his back to you.

He quickly turns back to you and kisses you, holding your head with some pressure. Since you didn't expect it, when Sanemi pulled away, you sighed.