(Some) Hashira when they find you up late at night~`-°|
‼️Warnings: mentioned pills (just sleeping pills), canon-typical weapons (katana),not proof read, English isn't my first language‼‼️
w.c: 1k
a/n: Soo.. I was gonna do all of the Hashira but my motivation kind of ran out so you can only have Giyu, Sanemi, Muichiro and Shinobu. My bad. T-T
Tsuka (柄) - the part of a katana where the wielder's grip on it is positioned.
Tomioka Giyu 🌊
You were sitting on the engawa of the butterfly mansion, staring into the pond and the koi fish as they swam around. You had tried to sleep, but you failed miserably, finding it hard to calm your mind.
You were just getting lost in your thoughts when you suddenly heard the Shoji door behind you slide open. Your head snapped around like you were expecting a threat, your shoulders already tense.
When you actually saw who was there, you relaxed, but just slightly.
"Tomioka-san," you spoke up. "What has you coming here so late at night?" You continued.
"I should be asking you that." He answered in a matter of fact tone. Sitting down beside you, he gazed at the pond you've been staring at. "Cant sleep?" He asked.
"Hm." You hummed quietly. "Can't shut my mind off tonight." You spoke in a lighthearted tone, despite being exhausted by now.
"I see," he answered simply. His tone was the same, but his voice sounded softer, in a way.
Suddenly, you were pulled towards him by a strong arm around your shoulders. Your head dropped onto his shoulder. You felt the warmth of his body which almost lulled you to sleep just like that.
"Rest," he muttered, still holding you close.
"You're.. Bold.." You whispered quietly, eyes drooping slightly.
Soon, you were sound asleep on his shoulder, breath even, chest rising slightly with it. And he let you, not minding how your hair tickled his neck slightly.
Shinazugawa Sanemi🍃
You were resting near a big rock after having trained for hours. You couldn't fall asleep when you tried to and you weren't gonna stay in bed staring at the ceiling all night. No, you weren't like that.
You perked up at the sound of footsteps getting closer, hand immediately on the tsuka of your nichirin katana. Your head whipped around, eyes wandering, searching for a threat.
The moment your gaze landed on the Wind Hashira your eyes sharpened. He wasn't a threat, no, but you didn't like his attitude at all and you did not in fact have enough energy to deal with his ass.
You looked away, eyes on the sky above you now, trying your best to ignore him and his annoying presence. Your eyes eventually dropped, but snapped open when a quiet, soft thud reached your ears, glancing towards the spot next to you where the Pillar was now propped upon, sharp glare in you.
"Fuck you want?" You questioned, trying to maintain a firm tone, but failing as you were too tired and your voice was getting softer without you meaning for it to.
"Why're ya up so late? And out? You tryin' to get yourself killed or somethin'?" He bit back, eyes locked on the bags under your tired ones.
"Thats none of your damn business." You answered, your eyes closing again. In fact, you almost fell asleep, but woke up when your head touched the rock behind you.
"Ya look like shit, y'know that? You're so obviously exhausted it's almost laughable at." He smirked, seeing how vulnerable you seemed and enjoying it wholeheartedly.
You didn't answer after that. He didn't speak any more either. The silence ended up pulling you to sleep and your head fell on his shoulder as soon as you drifted. Your breath slowed and you found yourself in Dreamland. He just froze, not moving a single muscle, face heating up with all the blood rushing to it.
Tokito Muichiro🌫
You were lying in the grass under a blossom tree in a lovely and absolutely stunning field. Gaze set on the starry night sky above you, expression soft and a little tired. The bags under your eyes prominent, but you couldn't fall asleep in bed so you took the time to start gaze.
Soon, you were startled by soft footstep sounds on the grass. Your upper body practically shot up and your eyes narrowed as you glanced at the spot where they seemed to be coming from.
Only to be met with Tokito, the Mist Pillar. Your shoulders visibly relaxed when you realized it was just him and not a demon.
"Why are you here?" He questioned, his voice monotonous, as per usual. "This is my spot," he then added. You couldn't tell if he was upset, or confused. Then again, you never could tell what he felt with his indifferent expression and voice.
"Is that a 'go away' or..?" You began, confused.
"No." He answered bluntly, not even seeming to care about how it sounded.
He then sat next to you, eyes on the stars. When he eventually looked back at you, he found you asleep on the grass. He didn't bother to wake you up though.
Kocho Shinobu🦋
You were yet again staring at the ceiling, unable to leave your bed in the butterfly mansion. You injuries hurt and your thoughts were never ending.
You heard someone slide the Shoji door open, so you turned your head, eyes immediately finding the Insect Hashira who seemed to been planning on checking up on you.
"Ara ara, dear Y/N, why are you still awake at this ungodly hour at night?" She questioned, amused, but at the same time worried from how tired you looked.
You didn't answer, too tired to deal with her usual teasing, turning your head the other way.
"Ignoring me are you, now? How impolite of you, dear. I thought you knew better than that." She teased, her voice the usual dreamy tone she always used. "How about I give you something to help you sleep? Would that please you and perhaps help you out of your moody state?" She continued.
You glanced back at her for a moment. Then muttered a quiet 'fine' before turning away again.
She went away for a moment, coming back with a cup of water and a pill, likely sleeping medication since she mentioned giving you something to help you fall asleep.
She handed you the items and you (gladly) took the pill and drank it down with water. Perhaps half an hour passed since then and you were already in dreamland.
Shinobu took one last glance at you and left your room as she would rather not wake you up again.
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So, I’ve found, time and time again, that I am able to work out some of the trickiest plot points of my stories in the shower. It’s basically without fail at this point.
Maybe it’s because the shower’s one of the only places my mind has the quiet to really think? When I’m not in the shower I’m always being asked questions by my husband or my kids or I’m doing something or scrolling somewhere or working or just doing something.
But in the shower is where the magic happens; where the answers to the questions about where the story’s going just reveal themselves… all while I’m lathering my hair up with shampoo. And I think it’s pretty funny.
So creative friends - whether you draw, write stories, craft poetry or anything else - do you have a place like this? Some kind of ritual or place that opens up the mind and allows you to be truly creative?
