#KNY OOC

[komoboko]

𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

genya shinazugawa x gn!reader

this is sooo bad but i needed to ramble something at least so i can actually write something good soon

Genya does not have a crush on you.

No matter what anybody says he does not have a crush on you. Nope, not possible, never happened. He just appreciates your skill set as a slayer that’s all. He’s just admiring one of his comrades in the line of duty. When you catch his eyes drifting towards you, a longing look in his eyes that scream anything but platonic just ignore it. You’re just getting no signals because Genya doesn’t have a crush on you.

When you ask to train with Genya he accepts with little hesitation. Not because he wants to spend more time with you. Or because he’s missed your presence and doesn’t have it in him to ask himself. It couldn’t be that. Genya accepted because he needed some more help training himself. You’re a tough slayer and you can help him improve his skills. Nothing more than that obviously because he’s almost positive he doesn’t like you.

When Gyomei consults him about his change in behavior, Genya immediately doubts the accusations. Even with his disagreement Gyomei still suggests ways Genya could court and approach you. He was hesitant but still pursed and ended up using all of Gyomei’s recommendations to get closer to you. It’s not because he likes you, he’s just doing it because Gyomei told him to, duh. No, his face doesn’t turn red when he’s nearby you, nor does he lower his tone and his general attitude so you can see him in a better light. What are you talking about?

Genya who spends long nights staring up at the ceiling or the sky and his mind wanders off to you. Either to things you’ve done today if you saw him, or maybe something your planning on doing with him. Maybe he’s thinking about the last time you two hung out that wasn’t related to training. Maybe he’s thinking about something more, and just maybe it’s because he likes you. Just a little bit.

Poor boy who ends up apologizing to you after he ignored you or became to brash when you were around. He wasn’t trying to push you away he was just trying to process what he was feeling in the first place. Poor Genya who’s guilty and tries to improve on handling his little “problem” and not taking it out on you. It’s nearly given people whiplash by how much Genya changes when he is around you. Maybe it’s because people are noticing that Genya does like you, at least a little bit.

Genya who confronts you during a random nights and goes on a ramble expressing what he’s been feeling. All his emotions and his thoughts that were pent flying being able to spill out, thanks to Gyomei’s encouragement. Once he finally manages to get to the point he can’t seem to maintain eye contact until he hears you response of approval. His once embarrassed expression changes to one that looks dumbfounded but you can see the happiness crack through quickly.

Even when somebody ask again Genya answers the same, but everybody can tell it’s a bit different. Genya does not like you. In truth Genya adores you. He loves you with his heart and in his mind that goes beyond the boundaries of just liking you. As you deserved much more than that in his mind.

[aviiarie]

THE MIST HASHIRA'S TSUGUKO — platonic muichiro & reader !

synopsis. what is the mist hashira like with a tsuguko? warnings. slight spoilers for muichiro's backstory. kny-typical warnings (violence, death, etc.) notes. STRICTLY PLATONIC. demon slayer!reader. reader uses mist breathing. gn!reader. they/them used. fluff. 1.2k words. wrote this impulsively instead of studying :3

kyojuro ver.

in all honesty, muichiro never planned on taking on a tsuguko. he didn't care too much about finding a successor, and even if he did, there wasn't a single demon slayer in the corps who had what it took to be the next mist hashira. they were all too cowardly, too brash, too loud, or too timid. mist breathing was an art form, and the demon slayers were messy toddlers playing with finger paints. none of them caught his eye.

well. except for one.

he was walking in step with shinobu, on their way to a hashira when the sound of fighting interrupted his cloud-watching. he glanced away for a moment to locate the source of the sound, seeing a lithe figure hacking and slashing across a training dummy with strikes of—was that mist breathing?

this was immediately followed by pestering a thoroughly uninterested shinobu with endless questions—who is that demon slayer? have i met them before? how long have they been here?—until he inevitably forgot all about them. shinobu, however remembered.

she was tending to one of their injuries when she casually mentioned muichiro's sudden interest in their mist breathing.

“tokito seemed impressed with your skills, when he saw you. truthfully, there aren’t many mist breathing users in the corps as of late, which is why we weren’t able to find you a teacher. it seems you’ve been learning plenty on your own, however. who knows, maybe you might end up as his tsuguko!”

the words were an off-handed joke, but they took them seriously nonetheless. all of the demon slayers knew that the mist hashira didn't have or want a tsuguko, but [name] needed a teacher and well... they might as well try, even if it's in vain.

when muichiro got the application, he was puzzled. for starters, he had no memory of who this random demon slayer was, or why they wanted him to be their mentor. a quick refresher from mitsuri—who had been told the entire story over tea with shinobu, and was reading over his shoulder when he got the letter—and he learnt that they were not only a mist breathing user, but one of the most talented demon slayers in the corps.

it didn't take him long to come to his conclusion. most of the demon slayer corps may be useless, but who was he to deny one of the few talented demon slayers the chance to improve upon their skills?

his fellow hashira were surprised by his choice, but he just shrugged away their questions.

“if they're useless, i'll just give up on them. simple as that.”

training with muichiro is... intense. he has very high expectations of his student, which is one of the reasons few demon slayers even consider him as a mentor. they need to be agile enough to dodge a flurry of his attacks, quick enough to land a hit on him, and strong enough to cut through stone.

but to his surprise, they were quick to meet his expectations. in addition, their control over mist breathing was remarkably powerful, even if it paled in comparison to his own. most of their lessons turned from standard swordsmanship—of which they had already underwent plenty of training—to teaching them different techniques to master their skills.

the first time they trained together, he used wooden training swords. every instance after that, he insisted they used their own weapons instead.

“why would we bother with training swords? do you plan on beheading demons with these flimsy things?”

for the first few weeks, he continuously forgot that he even had a tsuguko. he wouldn't show up to their scheduled practices, leaving them waiting for hours, and were met with a blank stare when they finally tracked him down.

once they started training regularly though, they slowly began to cement themself in his memory. he would even make a point to jot down notes in a small journal to keep track of what he thought was important enough to remember about them.

although, much of what he deemed 'important' was rather trivial. some of his notes include: [name] is my tsugoku. they are allergic to [food]. their favourite colour is [colour]. they don't like it when i am late, even if they don't get angry at me. bring them a paper airplane the next time we meet.

how he treats them overall would differ depending on their age. if they were about the same age as him, or even younger, he would have a deep desire to protect them stirring in his gut. he can't quite narrow down the part of him that aches to keep them safe, but when he looks at them he sees a mirror of himself, young and scared and needing someone to shelter them from harm.

god forbid anyone try to give them a hard time for any reason. human or demon, that is his tsuguko and he'll be damned if he let anything happen to them.

on the opposite side of the spectrum, if they happened to be older than him... he would find it endlessly amusing. they try to pull the 'i'm literally older than you' card? well too bad, he's got the 'and yet you're the only one of us who isn't a hashira' card.

he would honestly treat them like an older sibling, if unconsciously. even if he's technically their mentor, he holds a great deal of respect towards them for their strength and bravery, and would look up to them a lot. definitely would try to impress them with his mist breathing.

no matter their age, he is very proud of them. when they go on their first solo mission after becoming his tsuguko and return victorious, he brags to anyone that will listen. someone try to talk about their own mission? he's cutting in with-

“but did you hear about [name]? they actually defeated a demon twice the strength of that one.”

but after muichiro regains his memories... oh boy.

i think they would be the first person he seeks out after he returns from the swordsmith village. he would make a beeline for their room, ignoring everyone else in his path. they're sitting on their bed and startle as he enters, but he just collapses on top of their sheets beside them. no amount of questioning earns them anything more than a mumble as a response. it's clear he's upset, but without knowing why, there is little they can do.

eventually they settle with cautiously pulling him into a hug, and can feel the tension leak out of his body as he melts into the embrace. no words are spoken, but it doesn't take long for him to start to cry.

he mumbles the entire story with his face buried in the front of their clothes, recounting the memories of his past that had returned to him mid-battle. he describes his brother, his parents, his home that is long gone.

even through his tears, they don't let him go, listening while tracing soothing circles across his back.

it's then that he realizes it: he might have lost everyone he loved, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still have a family, of sorts.

even if he never planned on taking on a tsuguko, muichiro is happy with the one he ended up with. and though he isn't the most conventional mentor, they are more than happy with him too.

© aviiarie 2024. do not copy, repost, translate or use my work to train ai.

[applepie-enthusiast]

Sabito: you ever wanna talk about feelings, Shinazugawa?

Sanemi: No.

Giyuu: I do.

Sabito: I know, Giyuu.

Giyuu: I'm sad.

Sabito: I know, Giyuu.

[r4d1kal]

GF x KNY TWEETS !!

idfk lol

[ask-chachamaru-kny]

On this momentous day, genya got to

•eat a tree

•yeet a tree

[official-kanao-tsuyuri]

[How do you start a rp guys- I'm bad at this without being told I can-]

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

✯𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟?✯

Notes: So like... @mjtheartist04's Little Red Riding AU, amiright??? 👀 This is just a little gift for my pookie 😚🫶🏻 gotta say this one's pulling me out of a writers block, so thanks for having such a clever dream, 'Jay!! 🩶❤️🩶

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"I don't believe in fairytales, Genya." Rika stated with a mear shrug, her eyes leaving the young innkeeper as she glances back at the picture etched into the aged paper of a wolf, baring its large teeth at a little girl cowering against a tree deep into dark woods. She closes the burgundy leather clad book, setting it back down atop the dark oak front desk that Genya had tapping his finger against, the tapping in sync with his anxious leg bobbing, causing small whines to leave the old floorboards.

He only grunts in response, his jaw taught as he almost seemed to be grinding his teeth behind his tight lips. It wasn't new to Rika about his behavior, but something about it of all nights felt... Off.

"What? Don't believe in the Big, Bad Wolf?" Genya stated - almost genuine, and Rika would have considered it so if it weren't for the slightly raising of his brows that implicated his comment was supposed to be taken with humor.

Rika returned it with a grin splaying across her lips, bringing a hand up to the end of her crimson colored hood, tugging at it like one would tipping a hat, the action causing some of her Prussian hair to fall at her shoulders from where it had been hidden behind the vibrant fabric. "If that were true, I wouldn't have a job, now would I?" She strides across the room, not leaving Genya's train of eyesight - both not daring to break it just yet.

"To say The Big Bad Wolf would be insinuating the folks around this village believe we're dealing with a Werewolf problem which, of course, is ridiculous." Rika says, Genya tilting his head ever so slightly, eyes squitning just a tad, as though he wasn't curious by the theory, but almost offended.

"Even then, the problem is as obvious as finding the difference between water and wine." Rika gives a lopsided grin, leaning a window at the front of the dimly lit inn.

"Sheep and other wildlife disappearing or found mangled is a simple conclusion: it's just a pack of hungry wolves - actual wolves, I mean. And they just need to be relocated or taken care of."

She turns to the window, using two of her fingers to pry open the dark fusia curtains, just enough to take a peek outside and see her horse chewing at a few weeds that had crept from a few floorboards beneath near the stone streets. For some reason, she didn't feel comfortable on the idea of leaving him out there any longer, wanting to get him to a stable soon before the sun had fully set in only a few minutes.

"Look at that moon... It's beautiful tonight." Rika spoke, her voice a little softer now, dual colored eyes trained on the full pale beauty in the night sky, glistening against her iris’s of blue and pink. "Wven in the dark of night, something about their always being a light, even behind murky clouds... It makes you feel safe, doesn't it?"

"Funny." Genya spits bitterly, his voice breathy and muttered - but Rika caught the venom, almost feeling as though it was aimed at her. "It's funny what the moon does to people." He finishes after a second of silence, now seeing he had Rika’s attention.

Genya's execcent tapping against the counter came to a halt as his nail dug into the carvings, making a small squeaking noise at the traction of his nail splintering into it. He pulls away from it, trudging toward where Rika once was, eyes trained on the book, his buckled boots dragging across the floor, making a noise that didn't bring comfort to Rika, her brows furrowing.

"For most, it brings comfort, a feeling of safety," he picked it up, flipping through the pages, his fingers skimming along the assorted jumble of paragraphs and such, matched with pictures and depictions- his dark eyes lingering on a picture of a man, almost in aogny as his body began to morph into a clawed, fanged, yellow-eyed beast.

"For others, it's a curse, an omen, a warning... For people like me." He snaps the book shut with a feirce 'crack!' As the pages collided shut once more- earning a little flinch from Rika, who had now forgotten her attention on the sky outside, and kept her cautious gaze on the man in front of her.

"Genya... You're scaring me." She speaks, her voice faltering ever so slightly to prove that point, but she still kept her ground, finding her hand slowly making its way toward the hilt of her weapon, hidden behind her cloak.

"I know."  Genya bluntly confirms, finally standing to his full height instead of hunched over the table. Something about him made him almost look taller now. "I can hear your panicked breathing."

The statement had already set enough alarm bells off in Rika’s head, enough for her to start backing away from her close friend- which she immediately regretted, cause Genya must've taken it as a challenge, and with each step she took backwards, he took a step forward.

"What good ears you have." Rika would have said it in a sarcastic dry tone if it weren't for the tremor in her voice, keeping her vocals to a mere mumble.

The pit in her stomach grew deeper and steeper with each step, unable to tear her eyes from Genya, almost in fear that if she did, he'd take that chance and jump at her. Hell. She didn't even want to blink. She felt so... Hunted.

"The better to hear your pretty little heart racing with."

In that moment, watching the cautious steps he took, the way his body almost hunched like an animal hiding in bushes and trees, his eyes trained and laser focused, not a sound coming from him other than his voice. He was like an animal stalking.

And she was prey.

"I can see it too. See your heart pounding in your ribcage... I can see it all." His eyes were like empty sockets, nothing but a blazing gold in place of iris’s that put the dim candlelight in the Inn to shame.

"W-what good eyes you have." Again, Rika stated, and with each one, she was beginning to see a side of Genya she knew she wasn't supposed to see. As a matter of fact, one she was supposed to ever find out about.

"The better to gaze at that face of yours morph into fear." Genya explained almost subtly, like it was passing conversation, his voice low and quiet - different from his usual behavior and mannerism. Rika didn't like it. This wasn't Genya. This wasn't her Genya.

It only took one final step before Rika felt the sensation of the wall, and the pit in her stomach formed so large that she was surprised it hadn't swallowed her whole. The beating in her chest started to sound louder, thundering in her ears so hard in almost hurt. The grip on her weapon stayed firm- but that's where it stayed, her body almost frozen with fear and defeat, leaving her unable to draw put and ready herself for the ever coming attack.

And now, finally unable to escape, she watched helplessly as Genya got closer - painfully slow in doing so, as if he was enjoying the sight as she realized she was cornered and unable to run. Not this time.

His lips curled into something sinister, all teeth and no smile, suddenly, pearly white fangs on display, prodding from his dark gums, his jaw tense and causing the muscles along his neck and collarbone to strain.

"W... What big teeth you have." Rika swallowed thickly, her throat feeling suddenly dry, her body both hot and cold as a sweat begins forming on the back of her neck, and a chill slithers up her spine, like daggers drawing into her skin. Her face was hot, and she thanked heaven above it was too dark to see the red shade her skin had began to become.

At this point, Genya is already too close for comfort. His now clawed hands were splayed out at each side of her face, his face far enough Rika begin could examine the new features starting to become apparent under the moonlight still creeping through the sliver of opened curtains... But he was close enough she could hear the low growl emiting from his throat with his slow rise and fall of his chest.

Genya opened his mouth as though to finish this little banter of words between them, but he simply laughs, a low, slow laugh, his head lolling to the side as he brings his face close to the side of her own, his almost manelike hair tickling against her tan skin, causing goosebumps to ripple along her shoulder.

He brings his hand down from where it was perched, his knuckle barely brushing against her cheek, the cold meeting her warmth was enough to even make him shudder. Tugging a long strand of her dark hair from where it was hidden behind her pointed ear, playing with the strand between his fingers.

"Now that you believe it," He starts, his voice gravelly and low, animalistic, something she hadn't heard out of him before. "Tell me something, Rika..." His breath was hot against her ear, making her hiss ever so slightly between her teeth, trying to cock back from the feeling, but only making contact with his other arm, caging her in.

"Are you scared of the Big, Bad Wolf?"

[nimmie-nugget]

I felt evil, so eat some angst!!! 😆

I’m gonna kms what is this😭

Muichiro=Blue

[Name]=Pink

Enjoy! <3

Can be taken as platonic or romantic, more on the platonic side tho

Hints of [Name] being Mui’s tsugoku

Warnings: Self harm, Muichiro remembers you😱

Demon Slayer Masterlist

Muichiro finds you self harming

A sob echoed in the room, “I’m so worthless..!” As you continued to slash your arms with your sword. “I can’t believe I disappointed him!” You’ve been so clumsy all day, bumping and breaking things on accident and all the blame went to Muichiro. You remember the disappointed look on his face as your sobs echoed through the mist estate.

You heard some creaking and you looked towards the shoji only to be met with a shocked expression. “Tokito-san I-“ you tried to say something only to be embraced in a hug, “Why?..Why would you do this to yourself?!” He says with a slight hint of anger, you were a bit shocked to say the least, it was very out of character for him to say something like this.

You unable to utter a word, broke down in his arms. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” “Hey..calm down..deep breaths, deep breaths…” you did as he told and you eventually calmed down, blood got over his uniform but he didn’t seem to mind it and he took out what seemed to be bandages. You’ve also noticed his facial expression reverted back to the usual but you can see a saddening glint in his eyes.

“Do you care to explain why your doing this?” He asked calmly as he wrapped the bandages around your arm, you sniffled “I’m sorry! I kept messing things up and all the blame went to you!” you said with a shaky tone, “people blamed me? Hm..I must have forgot” you closed your eyes and took deep breaths and by the time you opened them Muichiro was already done.

“You won’t train tomorrow, i’ll also send a letter to Oyakata-sama to let him know not to give you any missions until you’ve healed.” “Tokito-san, I’m sorry but I must refuse-“ “you dare try to disobey a hashira?” You sigh knowing no matter what you say he won’t listen. “..alright” you mumbled. “Good. I have a futon set up in my room, you’ll be sleeping with me today.” “Tokito-san! I am truly greatful for this but I would not like to disrespect your privacy-“ he gave you a look which instantly shut you up.

“it’s Muichiro to you.” “Now get moving or do I have to carry you?” He said bluntly, you were left flustered thinking about it and you were brought back to reality as Muichiro flicked your forehead.

Muichiro tugged on your hand as he tightly held it “let’s go.” “Tokit- Muichiro-san! What about the mess?!” You looked down at the floor as it was a pool of your own blood “the kakushi’s will clean it.” Before you let out a word of protest Muichiro was already dragging you to his room, you sighed but also let out a small smile knowing your relationship with the hashira seemed to have gotten stronger.

Doesn’t really sound like angst but ok-

I’m sorry if he was ooc btw😞

[sunsblaze]

\\VR chat shenanigans from last night with Mui and maid Muzan XD

[distrxst]

physicality lacking be damned monk can throw a rock .

[hoshiina]

pairing: akatsuki hyoga x gn!reader (no prns)

summary: he originally hates you, but you're a swordsmith who helps forge his spear

warnings: hyoga is very sweet near the end

The two of you knew of each other, but you had hardly ever spoken. Most likely because Hyoga hated you. You seemed rather quiet and indecisive most of the time— the type who annoyed him most. Why were you revived out of all people? Especially when we were lacking on revival fluid? He couldn't understand, nor did he particularly want to. He couldn't care enough to, so he decided to just stay away from you.

Now, you knew a lot more about him than he knew about you. For that reason, he pissed you off a lot more than he thought he did every time. You actually knew him rather well, and you spent most of your time crafting something for him. You were a young swordsmith, honing your skills before you were all turned into stone, and you had been revived by Senkuu to forge some weapons in the earlier stages. You had forged Kohaku’s katana of course, as well as put together some sharper arrows for Ukyo. 

And this time you were carefully forging Hyoga’s kudayari spear— all while he continued to glare at you every time you crossed paths. While you truly thought of giving him a half-assed spear on multiple occasions, you took pride in the work you did so that was the last thing you wished to do. Even if he’d never find out you were the one who made it.

After very focused sessions of work, you were finally finished and almost annoyed with how well it turned out. Sure, you didn’t want to give him anything below your standards, but was there a reason to give the horribly rude man one of your best works? Definitely not.

Either way, you were proud. Terribly so. Unlike usual, some part of you wanted to give it to him yourself and show off a little, but that was not how you were trained and taught. These pieces of work were a gift you gave, not for you to show off your skill. So later that day you informed Senkuu that you had finished what he had asked for and passed him your finished piece, asking him to give it to Hyoga.

“Why don’t you give it yourself,” he said, almost like a statement rather than a question.

“No, there’s no reason to,” you said.

“Fine then, I’ll pass it on,” he said and you thanked him.

What you didn’t know was that Senkuu would subtly mention that you had forged it when he gave the work to Hyoga. When Hyoga had originally recieved the spear, he was far too shocked to process what Senkuu had said about you. To receive a new spear, let alone such a delicately made one in this stone age was not something he had dared to dream of. After using it for his training for the entirety of the day, he was ecstatic— far more than he would ever like to admit. It was only then that he had connected the dots. The name Senkuu had mentioned was your name. So this was why you were revived— for fighters like him. Oh, why didn’t you say anything when he shot you looks? Why did you continue to forge such an incredible piece for him when all he did was be rude? That all annoyed him too, but he couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the work you’re able to do.

Since then, he had to admit he started to notice you more. He noticed how you actually weren’t that quiet when you were with the right people. You were energetic and had a bright smile. You were still often indecisive, but once you decided on something, you were confident in your answer. For some reason he immediately knew this strength of yours came from some inner confidence, most likely from the skill you had. He liked that a lot. 

The next time you saw him, you wouldn’t believe your eyes or your ears, because he would thank you with the loveliest smile you had ever seen. You did not think Hyoga was one to smile, let alone have such a sweet one. And to top it off, for it to be for you? You would have never imagined. 

“It’s a beautiful work,” he said, very genuinely. He was no longer smiling as much, but he meant what he said and you could tell. He wasn’t one to compliment others when he didn’t mean it. “I’m very honored to use it.”

There was truly no greater compliment to give a swordsmith and part of you wanted to cry. Spears were not your specialty, katanas were, so his took more time and learning to forge, and you were so glad you did. 

“I’m honored you’ll be the one to use it,” you said. “Don’t worry if you wear it down or break it in your training. I’ll be sure to make an even better one.”

Then he laughed, just a little. The tiniest bit. 

“Then, I’ll have to be off to train,” he said. “Next time, could I watch you forge?”

“Of course!”

From then, you'd quite often watch him train and ask him if there was anything you could fix on his spear, and he would come watch how you carefully forged his weapon.

You loved when he'd come to watch, because it was a rare time when the two of you would be alone together. It was usually in silence, which you appreciated because it was easier to focus that way, but you found it so sweet that he'd choose to be with you in his spare time. He also loved to watch you work. It was a sight that obviously few had seen and he wanted to keep it that way. You were absolutely glowing while focused on your craft and he was going to keep you to himself.

One day he had come to watch and while he was watching, he had fallen asleep. You had been focused for a little too long and by the time you noticed you didn't know how long it had been since he fell asleep. You knew that he was training harder than ever and yet he was coming to visit you so much more often. He must've been tired.

His facial features were always rather relaxed when he was with you, but the soft expression on his face while he was asleep melted your heart and you secretly hoped no one else would see it. You wanted him to be for you alone.

So, you took your chance. You knew you shouldn't, but you couldn't help it. You quickly kissed him, very lightly, and pulled away immediately. You thought he would've never noticed, but to your horror his eyes shot open. Was it his fighter instincts to curse? You were more than ready to run. You had absolutely no excuse and you weren't ready to ruin what the two of you had going on, let alone get rejected. However there was no way you were getting away from Hyoga out of all people.

"Was that what I think it was?" Hyoga asked, and you were unable to read his tone which terrified you.

"I... don't know what you're talking about," you said, hoping he wouldn't pry and further.

"Oh, then I'll demonstrate if you don't mind," he said and you were confused for a second, but only a second. Before you knew it his lips were on yours, and for far longer than the kiss you had given a minute ago.

"Do you... mean it?" you asked. Somewhere in you, you had assumed he was a heartbreaker. You could never be too sure.

"Did you mean it?" Hyoga asked, pushing the same question back onto you.

"Yes!" you said, so quickly he was caught off guard. "I wouldn't do something like that if I didn't mean it..."

He knew. He knew you weren't one to do something like that for no reason. Although he felt slightly hurt that you thought he would on the other hand, that was truly the least of his worries at the moment. He couldn't help but pull you in for another kiss.

"I have never been so serious in my life," he said.

"Not in 3700 years?" you asked and that made him smile.

"Not in 3700 years."

[komoboko]

May one politely make a request of an Obanai x fem!reader where he's in denial of the fact that he's catching feelings for said lady considering his hatred towards women??(please🙏🏻🙏🏻) And in this case of scenario the reader is like his tsuguko/disciple or smth with a sorta happy-go-lucky personality

SORRY IF THIS WAS TOO SPECIFIC 🥹🥹🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Obanai Iguro x fem!tsuguko reader

spoilers for obanai’s past ・Obanai my beloved..

Obanai has yet to ever feel this conflicted before.

Time and time again obanai feels as love is something that should be pushed aside, his occupation already cuts his life short and in his eyes he is tainted already. Undeserving of it.

Adding onto the wound, obanai is not very.. fond of women. After the physical abuse of the all female clan he was born in. He already had started his hatred long ago.

So why does he stare at you with such a longing look in his eyes?

You were only his tsuguko, just somebody training under him to become his next successor. He tried not to get close, well he tried it was really you who was putting in the effort to get to know him. Your determination was always one of your admirable qualities.

Each and every day he really did try to push you away from him, but every time you persisted in trying to get to know the serpent pillar. At one point he gave up on trying to stop your advances as it would only bring more trouble for him compared to you. Once he finally did let you hang around him was when he started noticing more things about you.

You were a positive person to say the least in some ways you reminded him of mitsuri. Always had a determined look during training and always celebrated after getting down with a much harder training session. You had a attractive personality in his mind.

Not to say the additional plus that somehow kaburamaru has taken a liking to you to. If the chance ever comes where kaburamaru isn't with iguro, he'll find the white snake somewhere with you. It's hard to get kaburamaru to like anybody at all, so if his snake actually seems to enjoy your presence then maybe he should try and give you a chance.

But there is no way Obanai liked you. It was just a phase he was going through, something that he would get over and move on. He's probably just impressed by your skills, it must be it. You were a skillful swordsmith after all, he could tell you had so much potential for the future.

The more he attempted to push you away, the more he wanted to actually seek you out. He started getting used to you saying good morning to him and your constant “nagging” presence. He’d always shake off the feeling trying to get ahold of himself, but he would always begin thinking about this another time again.

Oh no, but the serpent pillar was not in love. It just physically impossible. Mathematically impossible as well. He was simply admiring you. Everybody does that obviously. He only wants to understand what your fighting style is.

Obanai could not be in love, this used to be a fact every slayer knows. Now it’s has turned into just words of encouragement for Obanai until he realizes he’s head over heels for you..

[whirling-fangs]

Do you ever like a character so much that you travel 12 000 km across the planet and climb a mountain just to know what their life truly is like?

[ask-genya-shinazugawa]

ooc intro ^_^ !!!

haiii haii haii!!!! my name is matt/noor and i use he/they/it pronouns 😈😈

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genya is a MINOR so no nsfw stuff, plus i am a MINOR and extremely uncomfortable with nsfw stuff 👿👿⁉️⁉️

umm i just like role playing cause its really silly ^_^

if you wanna do ships just ask first, ill probably say yeah as long as its not illegal or anything weird👿👿

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[r4d1kal]

kokushibo core in my kny tweets au pt 2

putting the tags is so tedious ngl

[venstm]

ok goodnight im sorry for anyone who ever activates my yap card because I will never be quiet ever again