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What if…

Original comic made by @unpeeled-human

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[muichirodoroid]

ceos of not being able to retain shit from the first listen

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★ 【四海紫郎】 「 Giyuu 」 ✔ republished w/permission ☆ follow btt’s fanart twitch stream!

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[urumashunistheonlyone]

𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒖𝒚!

pairing: sanemi shinazugawa x reader / giyuu tomioka x reader

genre: humor, slight jealousy, lighthearted, slice of life

synopsis: after mistaking sanemi for giyuu in the dark forest, you hug the wrong hashira.

the mission had stretched into the dead of night. the forest was heavy with fog, the air damp, branches creaking like bones under pressure. giyuu had gone ahead to check the path, his silent figure swallowed by the mist.

you lingered back, blade ready, your heart steadying only when you caught the shape of a broad shouldered figure returning through the haze.

“giyuu,” you whispered with relief, lowering your sword. before you even thought about it, you rushed forward, arms wrapping tight around him, your face pressed against the damp fabric of his uniform.

sanemi shinazugawa froze.

the scent of blood and iron clung to him, his muscles rigid as stone. his mouth opened to bark something cruel, something sharp enough to cut through the mistake—but nothing came out. 

instead, he stood there, arms stiff at his sides, your warmth pressed against his scarred chest.

“missed you,” you mumbled into him, holding tighter.

the words hit harder than any wound he’d ever taken. sanemi’s jaw clenched. missed him? him? his heart hammered in a way that made him want to shove you off—yet his body betrayed him, rooted in place, heat crawling uncomfortably up his neck.

“oi,” he finally managed, his voice hoarse, low. “you got the wrong damn guy.”

your head snapped up in confusion, eyes wide, and horror bloomed across your face as the mist thinned just enough to reveal white hair and jagged scars instead of giyuu’s calmness.

“s-sanemi?!” you gasped, instantly stumbling back, your hands flying to your mouth.

before you could die of embarrassment right there, a quiet voice came from behind.

“…what are you doing?”

your stomach dropped. giyuu stood a few paces away, eyes narrowed ever so slightly, though his tone was maddeningly flat.

“giyuu, i swear—”

“tch,” sanemi cut in, crossing his arms, trying to mask the pink still lingering at his ears. “the hell was that about? you runnin around huggin whoever the hell walks outta the mist?”

“i thought it was giyuu!” you snapped back, mortified.

“what, we look the same to you or somethin?” his lip curled into a smirk, though his pulse still hadn’t settled.

you glared. “it was dark!”

giyuu’s eyes flicked between you and sanemi, unreadable. his silence made the air thicker, heavier.

“well?” sanemi said, tilting his head toward giyuu with a mocking grin. “you gonna say somethin, or just keep starin like a creep?”

“i was watching,” giyuu said simply.

“watching?!” your voice cracked, mortified all over again. “you just stood there and let me—”

“yeah,” he replied, calm as ever, though his gaze lingered a second too long on sanemi. “i wanted to see how long he’d let you do it.”

sanemi’s scarred face twisted. “oi! don’t put this shit on me! she grabbed me! i didn’t—” he stopped himself, his jaw flexing, realizing he had no good excuse for why he hadn’t shoved you off immediately.

you buried your face in your hands, groaning. “oh my god, just kill me now.”

“don’t tempt me,” sanemi muttered, though his ears betrayed him again, red as the blood staining his sleeves.

giyuu, on the other hand, tilted his head slightly. “she doesn’t hug me like that when it is me.”

your head snapped toward him, mouth hanging open. “giyuu—!”

he blinked at you, expression blank, but the tiniest flicker of smugness ghosted across his face.

sanemi barked out a short, disbelieving laugh. “pfft—no way. you’re jealous, ain’t you?”

“i’m not,” giyuu said instantly, though his shoulders stiffened.

“you are!” sanemi grinned wickedly, scars twisting. “hah! unbelievable. the water pillar, jealous cause i got a hug first.”

your entire body burned with embarrassment, caught between the two of them like prey between predators.

“can we please just focus on the mission?” you hissed.

sanemi leaned in with a wolfish grin, voice dripping with mockery. “nah, i think i’m enjoyin this. might let her mistake me for you again just to watch you squirm.”

giyuu’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, his hand twitching near his sword. “try it.”

the tension between them snapped so sharp it was almost comical. two hashira, ready to fight over a hug in the dark.

you groaned, throwing your hands up. “you’re both impossible!”

but even as you marched ahead to hide your red face in the mist, sanemi’s smirk lingered, and giyuu’s quiet glare stayed locked on him.

the mission wasn’t over. but the real battle, it seemed, had only just started.

[meeisemm]

Keep Up!

Demon slayer characters x tsuguko reader- Sanemi, Giyuu, Rengoku

Sanemi

He did not choose you. He was assigned you and hated the idea.

“I don’t babysit,” he growled, eyes sharp and cold. “Try to keep up, or I’ll leave you behind.”

Sanemi doesn’t hold back—your sessions are brutal, relentless, and unreasonably long. “You want to be my tsuguko? Earn it. Bleed for it.”

He constantly criticizes you. Even when you do well, he finds something to pick apart. “You’re getting slow,” even if you shaved a second off your last time.

But he never goes easy. Not because he wants you to fail—because he expects you to survive, and he's preparing you for the worst.

If you get hurt because of his words, he may show some regret on his face for a brief moment but it vanishes as soon as you notice.

He watches closely—even when he pretends not to. You’ll catch him observing your form during training, correcting your footwork with a grunt instead of words.

He tests your temper. He wants you to snap back, to show fire. When you finally do, he gives you a rare, approving smirk. “About time.”

You fight side-by-side on missions. He never praises you, but his instinct is always to protect your blind spots.

It’s quiet trust, even if he never says it.

One time, you get injured protecting him. He’s furious—not because you were hurt, but because it meant you got reckless.

“Don’t pull that stunt again. I don’t need saving.”

He opens up only once. Late at night after a mission, he mutters, “You’re not half bad. You might actually survive.”

That’s the closest thing to praise you ever get. Enjoy it.

One day, he lingers after training ends. You part ways for the evening, and he says your name—but doesn’t finish his sentence.

You both gaze at each other differently that day...and you swear his scowl softens just slightly before he turns away.

Giyuu

He doesn’t talk much at first.

When you're assigned to him, his only response is a nod. He starts training you without explaining much—expect to learn by observing.

His silence isn’t disapproval. He watches your every move, quietly assessing. When you do something wrong, he’ll correct you with a single word—or a gentle nudge.

You wonder if he even wants you there

For weeks, he keeps a distance—physically and emotionally. You have to work hard to gain even a fraction of his acknowledgment.

He teaches by example. You’ll spar, and he’ll adjust his technique to yours. You realize quickly that his calmness masks absolute precision.

He takes you on missions without warning. “We leave at dawn,” he says out of nowhere. No details. Just trust. You learn to follow and adapt fast.

He notices everything. When you’re tired, limping, or distracted—he says nothing, but adjusts training to accommodate without making a show of it.

When you get frustrated, he listens. He doesn't try to comfort, just offers a quiet “You're improving.” But somehow, that one phrase means more than a speech.

Soon, you catch him waiting for you after solo missions. “Just happened to be nearby,” he claims, looking away. It's clear he wasn't.

Once, he lets you win a spar. You know he let you. When you confront him, he finally looks you in the eye and says, “I needed to know you could take advantage of an opening.”

He lingers after missions now. Sometimes walking next to you without speaking, hands behind his back. Once, you see the faintest smile when you laugh. It disappears before you can ask.

Rengoku

He’s welcoming—but strict. Probably recruited you the same way he tried taking in Tanjiro, Zenistsu and Inosuke—

Rengoku greets you with a booming voice and bright eyes, but your first training session nearly knocks you out. “You are strong! But strength must be forged through flame!”

He trains you like a soldier. No leniency, no shortcuts. “To walk the path of Flame, you must be unwavering!” You’re sore for weeks.

He believes in vocal praise—and brutal critique. “Excellent form!” he’ll shout mid-spar—then knock you off your feet two seconds later. “But your guard was wide open!”

You spar constantly. Rengoku believes sparring reveals true character. He learns about you through the blade, not conversation.

He teaches philosophy as much as technique. You find yourself hearing lectures about “conviction” and “righteousness” between drills.

He pushes you to surpass him. He sees his tsuguko not as a follower, but as a successor. “One day, you will be the flame that lights the world!”

He gives personal feedback every night. Handwritten notes. Encouraging, but honest. Once, there’s a tea packet attached: “To ease sore muscles.”

He speaks of legacy often. When you ask if he’s preparing to die, he smiles gently and says, “No. But you must be ready if I ever fall.”

Your heart always ached at his words... that someone so young would already be thinking about all this. But you respected him too much to bring it up again.

He steps in front of danger for you without pause. And later scolds you if you try to do the same. “A fire must be protected until it is ready to blaze!”

He calls your name differently now. Softer. With warmth.

And you know no matter what, with him, you are safe.

Thank you so much for reading this!! 🩷

[bigproblemsfunnylife]

HOW WOULD THE HASHIRAS REACT WITH A TIMID PARTNER?

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

ᴛɪᴛʟᴇ: Headcanons

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Kyojuro Rengoku, Giyuu Tomioka, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Tengen Uzui, Mitsuri Kanroji, Obanai Iguro, Muichiro Tokito, Shinobu Kocho, Gyomei Himejima.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Timidity, romance, physical affection, emotional vulnerability.

KYOJURO

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.

[r4inerr]

Giyuu Pre-Relationship Headcanons

Giyuu who hates that you’re a part of the corps. He’s already lost everyone he loves, while you may not even be together he still cares about you far more than he ever imagined he would. Since you’re already a corps member he decides the best way to keep you safe from demons is to stick together.

Giyuu who won’t confess to you because he’s terrified of losing you. He doesn’t have friends. Plain and simple, and since you consider him one he doesn’t want to risk losing that friendship by confessing. 

Giyuu who has his little rivalry with Sanemi. Sanemi who has recently begun to threaten to ask for your hand in marriage, claiming he could keep you safe and support your lifestyle. That threat usually leads to Giyu completely shutting up. No retorts, nothing. 

Giyuu who silently shows his affections for you. He’ll buy you things if he sees something that reminds him of you. It happens quite often actually. He’ll usually grab something every time he goes off on a quest on his own. He always makes sure you’re well fed, he’ll carry snacks around or literally drag you out to get something to eat. He makes sure you’re well taken care of even if you can do it yourself. 

Giyuu who enjoys the little moments with you. He likes going on quests with you and camping out in the woods together. It's one of the only ways he can sleep with you. If the ground is too uncomfortable for you he’ll offer himself up as a pillow, even if that means he won’t get a comfortable sleep. Your comfort is more important. 

Giyuu who was amazed when you took his side after he brought Tanjiro and Nezuko to the corps. He had already mentally prepared himself for the others' reactions and he knew you’d have faith in him, but actually witnessing you stand up for him was a completely different feeling. 

Giyuu who loves when you talk about him. He’s heard you in the past talking about him to the others, defending him even. He’d known he wanted to spend his life with you after that. Even if he never planned on telling you that. The flutter he’d felt in his chest was addicting to him.

Giyuu who has never felt more anger in his body when he watched a demon hit you into a tree. He saw red. You hadn’t been able to see much before you’d passed out but you saw the demon get beheaded within seconds. The last thing you saw was his face turn towards you. When you woke up in the Butterfly mansion, the first thing you saw was Giyu. (You can’t escape him) He was passed out in his seat beside your bed. Shinobu said he hadn’t left your side since the two of you had arrived, which was three days ago. They hadn’t even been able to force him out to go clean himself. He prioritised your health over his own.

[r4inerr]

Kyojuro Rengoku Pre-Relationship Headcanons

Kyojuro who LOVES going on quests with you. He honestly just loves being near you. Loves spending time with you. And he’s completely open about it.

Kyojuro who talks about you to anyone and everyone who will listen. He is a YAPPER. Some people may find it annoying but you love listening to him talk. He could talk about you for hours. Tengen and Senjuro know more about you than you do.

Kyojuro who is not subtle whatsoever. He’s very open about how he feels towards you. He hasn’t yet explicitly told you but he doesn’t try to hide his affections. He’ll do anything for you. No questions asked. Need something three towns over? He’s already on his way. 

Kyojuro who follows you around like a duckling. People know that if they see you Kyojuro isn’t too far behind. Again, loves going on quests with you. If asked he’d say it’s because he wants to make sure you’re okay. (But I’m sure you’d be okay at the hotsprings by yourself….)

Kyojuro, who likes taking you to festivals. He constantly tries to convince you that you need a break because you work so hard. And you do, but that's not the whole reason.. He likes when you drag him around from stall to stall. And he loves watching your face while you’re mesmerised by the fireworks.

Kyojuro, who's already introduced you to his younger brother. Despite the two of you not being in a relationship he’s introduced you two as if you were. And his brother does in fact think you are together. And well that may be because Kyo told him you two were engaged…

Kyojuro who is convinced the two of you will get married one day. He’s head over heels for you and Mitsuri did tell him that she thinks you like him too. She knows love better than anyone else, right? 

Kyojuro, who loves to take you out to eat. He’s got the money for it so he doesn’t see a problem with it. You’re often mistaken for a married couple and he doesn’t deny it, he’ll even play along. If you ask him about it he’ll reply with something like “Well it’s great practice for the future.” 

Kyojuro who takes your health more seriously than his own. If the two of you get hurt during a quest, he’ll prioritize your health and ignore whatever's going wrong with him. He could literally be bleeding out and will be more concerned about a small scratch on your face. That being said during a quest he’ll take hits for you even if he’s already injured and you’re perfectly untouched. 

Kyojuro who does not take kindly to men being too touchy with you. While he’s usually an upbeat person he has threatened quite a few people for getting too close to you. He’s thrown more punches than he’d like to admit, but for you it’s all worth it. 

Kyojuro who would never put you in a dangerous situation. If he knew you had to be in a compromising position he’d never let you do it. He cares more about your well being than the stakes at hand. He’ll deal with it all himself if it means you’re okay. You’re his whole world, and he’d be damned if he let something happen to you.

[barelyalivesstuff]

Mrs.Tomioka—⁠☆

Summary: Giyuu's confused—why everyone is so shocked that you're his wife?

Warnings: fluff, emo Giyuu(kinda), who is also comfused as hell, wife!reader x husband!Giyuu and lots of fluff.

Characters: Giyuu Tomioka

A/N: I loooove this emotionally constipated boi :3.

Giyuu doesn’t understand why people think he’s strange.

He doesn’t talk much, yes—but he speaks when needed.

He doesn’t smile often, but what reason is there to smile when the world is still this full of blood and ash?

He does his work. He follows orders. He returns alive. That should be enough.

And yet—

Every time he walks into the mansion, the other Hashira go quiet.

Sanemi looks away. Shinobu’s lips curve like she’s holding back something. Mitsuri beams and waves like he’s a rare creature who wandered out of the woods.

He doesn’t mind. Not really. He’s used to being misunderstood.

But lately…things have gotten worse.

Because of you.

He first met you years ago.

A small Wisteria Crest house at the foot of a mountain—the air smelled faintly of herbs and tea leaves. You greeted every wounded slayer with the same soft tone, the same careful hands.

You didn’t treat him differently when he came in bleeding and silent.

You didn’t ask him why he never talked.

You just said, “Welcome home. Sit, please.”

He remembered those words more than he should have.

Now you’re his wife. Quietly. Secretly. A simple ceremony witnessed by Ubuyashiki-sama himself. No fanfare, no announcement.

Just you, smiling under the wisteria trees.

He still doesn’t understand why you agreed to it.

Sometimes, when he watches you brew tea, your sleeves brushing against the wooden counter, your face looking soo calm, kind—even pretty, he thinks maybe he doesn’t need to understand.

The first time it almost comes out is stupid.

You send him off with a small bento box—rice shaped like tiny fish, wrapped neatly in cloth.

He doesn’t notice Shinobu’s sharp gaze when he sets it beside him at the mansion during the meeting.

“Cute lunch, Tomioka-san,” she says, that poison-sweet smile of hers in place. “Did one of the Kakushi make that for you?”

“No,” he answers plainly.

“...Oh?”

He doesn’t elaborate.

Shinobu’s smile tightens. Mitsuri leans forward, curious. “Then who made it, Giyuu-san? It’s so cute!”

He looks down at the fish-shaped rice ball. He can still hear your voice that morning—‘Don’t skip meals again, alright?’ which forced his heart to flutter.

He simply says, “Someone.”

They don’t let him live it down for days.

Sometimes, after missions, Giyuu goes to the Wisteria House—your house, the one you choose to live in.

It’s quiet there—a peaceful one, not like the depressing one his estate is swallowed by. He leaves his blade by the door and sits where you tell him to.

You wrap his wounds with steady hands, humming softly. Sometimes he talks—only to you. Sometimes you tease him gently for his serious face, and he blinks at you, confused at how you can make something inside him unclench so easily.

When you smile, the corners of his mouth twitch upward before he even realizes it.

The next day, when Tanjiro spots him smiling faintly to himself, the boy looks alarmed.

“Giyuu-san, are you okay? Did something good happen?”

“...No,” he says.

He doesn’t understand why Tanjiro looks even more concerned.

One afternoon, you deliver some herbs to the Butterfly Estate. You greet the girls there with polite warmth—and when you pass Shinobu, you bow respectfully.

She almost doesn’t recognize you until you turn—and Giyuu is standing right behind you, carrying your basket without a word.

“Ah, Tomioka-san,” Shinobu says slowly. “Helping…the Wisteria House?”

“Yes.”

Your soft laugh betrays him instantly.

“He insisted on carrying it. I told him it’s fine.”

Shinobu stares between you both, her brow lifting, mouth curling into something dangerously amused.

“Oh? How gentlemanly of you, Tomioka-san.”

He doesn’t see what’s funny about it. He’s your husband. Of course he’d carry the basket.

Later that evening, Mitsuri corners him outside.

“Giyuu-san!” she gushes. “Who’s that lovely woman? The Wisteria one? You two looked so sweet together!”

He blinks at her. “…She’s my wife.”

Mitsuri freezes.

“…Your…what?”

“Wife,” he repeats.

Her scream echoes through the estate.

By the next day, everyone knows.

Sanemi storms into the training yard like a thundercloud. “You’re married? How the hell did that happen?”

“I asked,” Giyuu says.

“You—” Sanemi chokes on air. “And she said yes, TO YOU ?”

He nods.

Shinobu looks like she’s seconds away from fainting from suppressed laughter. “Tomioka-san, I must admit, this is rather...shocking news.”

Mitsuri’s the only one genuinely happy. She hugs you the next time she sees you and gushes about how cute the two of you are together.

Tanjiro, meanwhile, nearly bows himself into the ground when he realizes you’re his superior’s wife.

“Giyuu-san! I didn’t know! Congratulations!”

Giyuu just blinks. “It wasn’t a secret. I just didn’t say it.”

“...That’s the definition of a secret, Giyuu-san.”

He still doesn’t get it.

That night, back home, the world is quiet again.

You’re sitting outside beneath the wisteria vines, a book in your lap. The evening wind moves gently through your hair.

He joins you, sitting beside you with his sword laid down beside him. For a while, there’s only the sound of crickets and your soft humming.

Then you glance up at him.

“So…they know now?”

He nods once.

“And?”

“They were…loud.”

You laugh softly—a heart melting one, tilting your head toward him. “Did they tease you?”

He looks at you—at your calm, gentle eyes, the small smile tugging at your lips—and lets out a slow breath in weariness and to calm his raging heart.

“Yes.”

You reach over, brushing his sleeve lightly. “You’ll survive.”

He doesn’t say it, but when you rest your head on his shoulder and the wisteria petals fall around you both, he thinks this—this quiet, ordinary peace—is something he will fight to survive for.

He still doesn’t understand people very well.

But he understands the way your laughter feels like sunlight.

He understands how the scent of tea and wisteria means home.

And he understands that when everyone else talks too loudly, the quiet between your breaths is where he finds peace.

So maybe it doesn’t matter if no one understands him.

Because you do.

And that’s more than enough.

Mid-terms are pinning me down at my table, giving me backsho-. LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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[vrystalius]

Fell first — Fell harder.

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.

—

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!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[hermusicpersona]

Giyuu literally wrote to Urokodaki "i did smth illegal as a demon slayer and as a hashira but i ll send said illegal thing to you so that you can be part of it AND risk your life for it as a demon slayer and as a hashira" and Urokodaki just wrote back "bet"

Like Giyuu had his doubts about himself and all that depressed shit but him and Urokodaki were like this 🤞🏻

[wisteria-breathing]

[muichirodoroid]

the concept of muichiro and tengen ragebaiting sanemi is something i fuck with heavy