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sporadicwritingstuff · 18 days ago

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no idea if there will ever be an end to this really, but yeah. more of the emotionally constipated demon slayer - because I obviously can't help myself :> PART 1 // PART 2

The sun was barely up when Himeko arrived at the private clearing. It was Sanemi’s favorite spot, tucked behind a row of cedar trees, away from the main training grounds.

She was early.

But he was already there, of course.

“About time,” he grunted, not looking at her as he adjusted the bandage wrapped around his forearm. “Thought maybe you grew a brain and decided to run away like a sane human.”

“Never, Shinazugawa-san. I'm always up for being taught.” Himeko said lightly, stretching out her body.

Sanemi snorted, side-eyeing her for the way Himeko addressed him even though he had told her to just call him 'Sanemi', finally turning toward her. “Shut up and get ready.”

He tossed her a wooden practice sword. She caught it without flinching, already dropping into stance. The usual drill, except this time, something was different.

Sanemi didn’t speak right away. He studied her, gaze sharp — not the cold, dismissive look he gave most people, but something more calculated. Almost… Curious.

He lunged first.

Their sparring was brutal. Fast. Almost too fast to be called training. Sanemi didn’t pull punches now that there was no one around to see them, and Himeko didn’t expect him to. The ground tore beneath their feet as they clashed again and again. Every time she fell, she got back up. Every time he tried to corner her, she slipped through his grip — barely. He was getting annoyed.

And then, something slipped.

She came in low, twisting her body under his arm, and in a blink her foot connected with his side, just hard enough to make him stagger.

Not fall. But enough to feel the air getting knocked out of his lungs.

They both froze. That was a first.

Himeko straightened, panting hard. Her braid had come loose hair cascading down her shoulders, bangs glued to her forehead. She met his eyes without fear.

And smiled.

“Sorry, did that hurt?”

Sanemi’s nostrils flared, eyes squinting. “Aren't you getting cocky.”

In one movement, he closed the space between them, quicker than she could ever counter. The wooden sword clattered from her grip as he caught her by the wrist and shoved her back until her spine hit a tree, gasping with surprise.

His hand tighten. He could feel his fingers bruising her flesh around her wrist, warm, possessive, even if he hadn’t decided whether to push her away or pull her closer. There was something he wanted to check.

Himeko’s breath caught. Not from fear. He could feel her pulse under his palm, rapid and steady. He took a step closer, towering over her, their chests almost touching as he looked down at the girl, staring right into her eyes.

And there it was again: That look.

Cheeks flushed, eyes looking up at him with a defyiant glint, as if wanting, no, daring him to do something more.

He didn’t move. He couldn't.

“You've got distracted,” he said instead, voice low, rougher than before.

Her throat bobbed with a swallow. “Sorry, Shinazugawa-san.”

He stared down at her for a longer moment, not a single ounce of regret in her eyes.

He should’ve stepped back, thrown a snarky insult, ended it.

But he didn’t. Sanemi just let her see that he was affected by that tension as well.

His gaze dropped for a second—just a second—to her lips. The soft pink petals slightly parted as Himeko breathed, her tongue poking out to lick at them, and Sanemi tensed as if she was doing that on purpose. Maybe she was.

He released her wrist like it burned.

“Break’s over,” he muttered, turning away fast. “Pick up your sword.”

She did. Silently. But the air between them had shifted—heavy, electric, dangerous.

And Sanemi knew one thing for sure:

This girl was going to ruin him.

#kny fluff #kny sanemi #kny x oc #sanemi fanfic #sanemi fluff #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x oc #SANEMI X HIMEKO

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sporadicwritingstuff · 2 months ago

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Late Night

Pair: Sanemi x OC

A/N: hey guys. I made a short scenario based on this post. This is just a little interaction between sanemi x oc. It's sanemi-centric i swear. This is mainly sanemi being an absolute dork who's bad at feelings. Yay. Anyway, if you didnt want to read how sanemi and oc met, they met a genya's tombstone. So, yes, this is post canon and this is just a snippet of one of their interactions months after they've met. Hope u enjoy!

Yoshida and Sanemi were out in the market restocking on food and just buying supplies. He had strongly insisted he come along when Yoshida had mentioned going out in passing. Sanemi felt it only right to help since he had been staying at her estate for the past few days. Even then, he had come and gone several times over the past month during his travels.

His travels, now, had become more concentrated in the capital, contrary to his initial plan of expanding to other provinces. He was well on his way to fulfilling that plan until he had met Yoshida. Strangely, he didn't really know what kept him coming back to this place, specifically, her estate. Without meaning to, whenever he passed Kawagoe, his feet would automatically wander to the gates of the Yoshida estate. Another thing that was out of his control was the anticipation he felt in his chest whenever he neared those gates. He would become restless and his heart would start beating faster. And this was because there would be flashes of Yoshida's smile crossing his vision, and he would feel this uncontrollable tug at the corner of his lips.

Strangely, she always left a light at her gate, keeping it burning throughout the night. She never told him why she did it but he assumed it was an indication for any prospect patients that she was always welcome to treat them. Nonetheless, on days when exhaustion put him in some sort of stupor, he deluded himself that maybe she did it because she never knew when he would return. Just the thought of it warmed his heart, knowing that somebody was waiting for him indefinitely. More so, she even told him he could enter any time he pleases without knocking. Really, how could she trust him so much? An unmarried woman inviting an unmarried man to her home? Absolutely scandalous. Not that she had any indecent intentions, and Sanemi respected her too much to entertain any indecent thoughts, but the domesticity of it all felt very...foreign. It felt foreign in the sense that he hadn't experienced it in a very, very long time, but he knew he had felt it before. It awoke memories from an olden time of taking care of his siblings and being cared for by his mother.

Yoshida was, in itself, supernatural to Sanemi in that she seemed to sense if he took a long time hesitating to knock at her gate, much less enter.

One night, he had just reached Kawagoe and his feet automatically headed to her estate. He hadn't realized where he headed until he was in front of it. And standing there in realization brought heat to his neck. It wasn't an embarrassment from having no control of where he headed, but more so because his subconscious brought him to this place, specifically. Well...Sanemi supposed that there was a certain person that was replayed in his head as he was walking. He shook out the thought. No, why would that matter, especially when it's the middle of the night and he's standing in front of Yoshida's estate.

He let out an exasperated sigh and ruffled his hair. He didn't want to wake anyone up at this time of night just because he couldn't control his feet. So he turned around to head to the inn until he heard the sound of footsteps from the other side of the gate. He knew those footsteps. The ones that tread lightly on the ground and has a specific rhythm in its gait. And he turned to the gate much quicker than he would like to admit. As the shadow cast from under the gate grew longer, his breath was held in more and more anticipation. Wait, was he nervous? His hands were sweating. Was he scared he would get kicked out? What the hell.

Sanemi heard the bolt being unlocked and as the gate creaked open just enough to peek through comfortably, his breath hitched. Yoshida stood there peering from behind the gate donning a simple yukata and with her hair let down. There was still sleep in her eyes and her hair stuck out in different places. Frankly, she looked like she had sleepwalked all the way to the gate. But as she looked at who she had opened her gate to, she let out a very sleepy smile, one that seemed like she was in a daze but lucid enough to be aware of it.

And it did things to Sanemi.

It was a sight of vulnerability on her part. One that was only reserved for early mornings where she would look up at her husband from his embrace and greet him good morning. With that damn smile on her face right now. And she would try to go back to sleep by nuzzling her face into his chest and inhaling her husband's scent. Her husband would stroke her hair and shift to make her more comfortable. He'd probably tighten his embrace on her and press small kisses on her head. Yeah, Sanemi would-

HUH. HOLD ON A MINUTE.

WHAT.

Heat crept up to his face as his imagination went haywire. Was he imagining himself as her husband? Just because she saw her in a yukata and in a sleepy state? His heart had started beating faster, and he was sure the sweating in his hand wasn't because he was nervous. More than that, he was trying to suppress the thought that she seemed happy to see him. Was expecting him, even, and was glad that he had come. Ugh, the heat in his face was making him all sappy.

"What are you doing, opening your gate randomly in the middle of the night?" He asked gruffly, trying to drown out whatever the hell was happening inside him.

Yoshida let out a breath, still plastering that sleepy smile. Ugh, she's gotta drop that smile.

"Well," she tilted her head, some of her hair falling in front of her face, "a certain someone seems to be standing in front of my gate. In the middle of the night, I might add."

Sanemi huffed. "Go back to sleep, Yoshida."

She chuckled in return and leaned her head on the gate. She just stared at him sleepily and, damn it, he couldn't help but look away. Why did she have to stare at him like that? Now that fantasy in his head was replaying in full intensity. He tried to focus on anything little rock sitting innocently on the wayside. Stupid rock.

"Shinazugawa-san."

He was staring very intently at the rock until he felt a cold touch grip his wrist. She had reached out from behind the gate and lightly pulled him inside.

"Wha-"

She opened her gate wider to let him in. The touch stuttered Sanemi's brain activity. She was only touching his wrist, but the way he just let himself get pulled inside just shows that he was really short-circuited. He only seemed to snap out of it when he heard the bolt locked behind him and the cold air around his wrist which her hand had now let go of.

"Come on, then." Yoshida urged. She started walking back and Sanemi only silently followed beside her. He felt like he should say something. He was imposing on her, after all, although he didn't mean to.

"Why do you keep a light at your gate?"

Not that, idiot.

"Well," Yoshida glanced at him sideways, "I didn't know when you would be coming back."

Now Sanemi had to take a breath physically. Ah, damn it, his heart was racing. She said it so matter-of-factly, too.

"What," Sanemi grinned at her, "missed me that much?"

Missed him? WHAT. WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT.

She simply hummed in return, perhaps in contemplation. She was responding like she was still dreaming. Would she even mean her answer?

"Maybe a bit." She smiled softly at him.

WHY WOULD SHE DO THAT. DON'T DO THAT.

"Come on in." Yoshida stepped onto the engawa and headed inside, fully expecting Sanemi to follow suit.

But, alas, Sanemi Shinazugawa was only an idiot.

He was standing there with his bindle on his shoulder, his clothes on his back, and shoes on his feet. But his heart was everywhere but his chest. It was thundering in his ears which, by the way, was feeling very, very, very warm. Hell, his entire body was burning. He felt that bending and recoiling of his chest again and that feeling of plummeting. What the hell was wrong with him?

He didn't know how long he was standing there but, at some point, Yoshida had gone back out onto the engawa with a worried look on her face. It seemed like her sleepiness had now diminished a bit.

"Shinazuagwa-san? Is everything alright?" Her eyes automatically inspected his body for any signs of abnormality and, really, it's not helping Sanemi's case.

He cleared his throat. "I'm fine."

Sanemi hopped onto the engawa and stood beside her.

"Lead the way, then." He gestured with his hand, making Yoshida chuckle. Sanemi had already spent enough time in her estate to know where she would lead him.

"You'll have to forgive me for not having prepared a bath." She explained. "I didn't want to wake Yukiko. I did prepare your change of clothes inside the room. Please wake me if you need anything else."

Sanemi puffed. "It's fine. I stopped by a hot spring on the way. And I'm not waking you up. Any more than this and you'd be a damn okami."

She hummed. "In another life, perhaps." She smiled at him teasingly. "And you'd be my spouse, of course, wouldn't you?"

"What?" DAMN IT. WHY DOES SHE KEEP DOING THIS.

"But, then, you'd have to be an okami, too. I can't be an okami if my husband isn't one, after all."

My husband. Who's she calling her husband? Him? Shecalledhimherhusband-

"Now that I think about it, maybe that life doesn't sound too bad. Pretty laid back, I'd say."

WITH HIM AS HER HUSBAND?!

"Hmm, well, Shinazugawa-san." She turned to him as she reached his room. "I take your silence as your disinclination to become an okami. I now deem you as a guest in the other life." She slid the door open to his room. "This is your room, my dear guest. I hope you find everything you need inside." She still held that teasing tone from earlier and Sanemi, for the love of his dignity, needed to mask the internal storm brewing inside him so he answered back.

"Still a guest, after all this time, huh?" He smirked at her as he headed inside the room. Yoshida rolled her eyes.

"Yes, a guest who will now kindly let the owner go to sleep." She smiled at him still with that glint in her eyes before bowing. "Goodnight, Shinazugawa-san."

A pause. "Goodnight, Yoshida."

And with that, she slid his door close. He heard her footsteps walk away and only until it had faded did Sanemi allow himself to slowly fall to the mat. Everything started replaying in his head and he was starting to reel from it. What the hell was wrong with him? He was exhausted, maybe that was why his imagination was running wild today. He tried to stop it from going any further as he changed into the yukata prepared for him. Yeah, he'll just sleep this off. He laid down on his futon and shut his eyes tightly to will himself to sleep.

Sanemi Shinazugawa did not sleep that night.

A/N: I'd like to clarify that, yes, sanemi does thank yoshida the next morning. He was too caught up in the feels and he forgot to thank her. Anyways, no thoughts, just sanemi being an absolute dork. This is just another drabble based on my OC (hope this doesnt deter you from reading more😔) but i do plan to just write snapshots of their interactions together and sanemi getting flustered. (Because guys we love that).

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