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Ternion Part II

Kishibe x Reader x Aki Hayakawa SMUT, Angst, Fluff, MDNI, 18+ only Ao3

Read Part 1 before this if you wanna know whats up (Mostly Aki x Reader, but fear not PART 3 is coming and it is going to get delicious and nasty so soon. Thank you guys so much for all the love on the first part, i hope you guys enjoy this just as much! see you in part 3) 7.4k words.

After the events of last night and the office run in this morning Aki comes over, hoping to clear up a few things. Things end up much more confusing.

Content Notes: SEX/SMUT, kissing, oral (both receiving), riding, smoking, dirty talk, masturbating in the shower, avoiding feelings, talk about cum like a lot, reader is described with female anatomy.

It was 8:30 when Hayakawa arrived at your apartment, his heart raced as he stared into the wood of your front door. He hadn’t chimed the doorbell yet, nor had he knocked. He stood outside, under the covered hallway of your apartment building. The night air cooled the back of his neck where nervous sweat had begun to gather. He had taken his hair down now, rushing home after work to shower and shamefully stroking his aching erection under the cool spray of the water.

Why was he so turned on after seeing you and Kishibe in your office?

The rest of the work day had been aging, he was unfocused, his mind occupied with his own selfish thoughts instead of focusing on the very real danger he was in near constantly. He had a new scratch on his face to show for it, two butterfly bandages keeping the skin of his left cheek sealed as it started to heal. The bruising had started to come in around it, red and purple clouds erupting around the cut. Today’s Devil had been low level but he couldn’t get out of his own head, if it weren’t for his team members he would have been in a lot worse shape. And yet, he couldn’t feel embarrassed or disappointed in himself, there wasn’t enough room in his head between the questions circling in his mind.

Should he bring it up to you? He should just ask, right? It’s fine. It’s casual. He just wanted to know. Was it weird he had stayed to watch? He was just in shock, right? Had Kishibe said anything to you after he left? Did Kishibe know about the two of you? Was there really anything to know?

Aki sighed heavily, adjusting the canvas bag of ingredients on his shoulder. Just go inside. He told himself, raising his hand to your small doorbell. Just as he did, your door swung open. You stood before him looking as beautiful as ever. Hair undone from its work styling, comfortable but stylish clothing on your perfect, full body, your makeup from the day still intact but blurred slightly in its previous sharpness giving you a dreamy look. God, you are so beautiful. No wonder you had him in a tailspin. You smiled at him, showing him your pretty, perfect teeth.

“Hey, I thought I heard you stewing out here.” You opened the door wider for him, before catching sight of his injured face, your eyes blew wide, reaching for his cheek, “oh Aki! What happened? Come in, come in.”

You took the bag off his arm and ushered him inside quickly.

“It’s nothing…I just lost my focus a bit today. Seriously, I didn’t even feel it.” He followed you in, removing his shoes at the door and shutting it behind him.

It wasn’t true, he had felt it. It really fucking hurt, it still hurt, throbbing under the skin, stinging along the split itself.

“It doesn’t look like nothing, sit down.” You flurried around him, effectively sheep-dogging him onto your couch, making him sit.

You examined the wound closely, looking for any early signs of infection. It was raised and looked flushed, but that was to be expected as it was starting to heal. Aki hated that he enjoyed having you sore over him like this. It made him feel weak, to be cared for and to enjoy it so. As your eyes scanned over his injury, his stayed locked on yours, watching your large irises flick over every inch of his face. Your hands move over his shoulders as though you were patting him down.

“Did you get hurt anywhere else?” You asked before adding flirtatiously, “how easy should I go on you tonight?”

The levity of your addition made him regain his breath in the form of a small laugh, “not at all. I’m really fine. It’s my own fault.”

You smiled at him again, satisfied that he was okay and intact. You leaned forward and pecked his lips softly, butterflies emerged from their chrysalises as he felt your lips for the first time today.

“Good.” You hummed still close to his lips before sitting back down in front of him, “why don’t you let me do the cooking for once? You already brought me coffee and you're injured. What did you bring anyway?”

You started to dig into the canvas bag he had already forgotten about.

“It’s just stuff for a vegetable curry. Let me do it, it won’t take long.” He knew it would take half the time if he cooked, and he already wanted to skip ahead to the desert.

You weren’t much of a cook so you didn’t fight him on it, opting to make him and yourself drinks as he tutted about your small kitchen. You sat on the counter sipping the cocktail you had made for you both, only a little bit in his way as he tried to cook around you. He was a very fast cook, clean and efficient, as well as gifted in his flavors. He regularly made you meals worthy of being in the finest kitchens in the finest restaurants. If he hadn’t resigned himself to dying as a Devil Hunter you would try to convince him to pursue this instead. You admired him as he worked, he hadn’t pulled his hair back up, as he often did when cooking, opting to just tuck the shaggier parts behind his ears. He really was so handsome. His long, angular nose pointing straight down to his delicious, grapefruit pink lips. Those striking, stormy eyes so full of so much unknowable emotion, so unguarded in this rare moment of privacy. You watched his eyes so carefully when the two of you were alone, he was so different at work, colder and laser focused. Even when interacting with you at the office or in the field he gave no indication of the sparkling, tender gaze you could see here at home.

You couldn’t stop looking at the fresh bruise and slice on his cheek. The one marring his perfect, fawn fresh skin.

“So what had you so distracted today?” You sipped your drink crossing your ankles in front of you as they hung down from your perch.

Aki stalled slightly before resuming his chopping, not facing you, “oh..just work. Nothing important.”

You cocked your head a bit, “if it was important enough for you to potentially scar your perfect face, I can’t imagine it was nothing.”

He turned to you with a sly smirk, “perfect face, huh?”

Aki moved toward you, slotting himself between your legs, his arms on the outsides of your thighs, leaning his upper body towards yours. You allowed him in instantly, moving your hands around his neck.

“Yeah. Don’t want you ruining something so irreplaceable.” You flirted back, leaning closer to his lips.

“I thought you liked scars?” Aki’s lips brushed against yours.

Fuck. He showed his hand too much.

You sunk into the kiss before you processed what he had said. But once you heard it you couldn’t unhear it.

Was he talking about Kishibe? Had Kishibe said something to him?

You pulled away from the kiss, not letting on that you potentially caught on to his double meaning. Instead smiling softly and sipping your drink. Aki, too, was eager to not reveal any more than he may have already, so he moved back to his cutting board and deposited its contents into the simmering pan on your stove top. The conversation became starkly benign after that. Sticking to work and the supermarket and how strange Kobeni had been this morning. You tried not to pry too much more about his assignment that day. Eventually the thick air of potential conflict dissipated and you were able to enjoy the rest of dinner peacefully flirting.

“Once again your cooking is unreal Aki. How did you even learn how to do all of this?” You complimented, enjoying the blush that would come over his face as you praised him.

He shrugged, avoiding your heart eyed gaze at him, “oh nowhere. I get recipe books from the library. I make photocopies of the ones I like. I made this recipe myself though. It’s an easy one, so it’s not really that special.”

You could swoon, imagining Aki taking his little canvas bags to the local library and looking in the cook books for new recipes to try was too sweet. He had such a lovely domestic side, your heart ached knowing his prolonged isolation was likely what had brought that on. But you decided to instead focus on the image of him happily scanning the recipes instead. You slide your foot against his leg under the table, seeing his ears turn pink.

“That’s really lovely, Aki. I’m so flattered you would show me your own recipe. This one’s my favorite so far.”

“You say that everytime.” He rolls his eyes but his blush deepens a bit.

“It’s true everytime.” You slide your foot up a bit higher on his calf, willing him to turn his eyes back to you.

His gaze stayed trained on the plate in front of him, poking at the remnants of his meal. You finished your dinner in comfortable, but flirtatiously loaded silence. Your foot stayed in contact with his own, caressing the ball of his ankle, or snaking under the leg of his pants to brush against his shin bone. Aki was so easy to tease, he loved any kind of touch, but it made him feel giddy and vulnerable. Even just the back and forth of your leg against his had his heart racing and his skin feeling too tight. When you both were finished, the drinks had taken their effect, the dishes sat washed and dried on the rack, you two retreated to your terrace languidly smoking and enjoying the night air. Aki felt more grounded with every puff. You, however, felt more dangerous. Silence was a welcome part of your relationship with Aki, it enabled him to relax, and it gave you plenty of time to drink him in. You had probably spent more time staring at him than you had actually engaging in pleasuring one another. Presently you were enjoying watching the muscles in his long, slender throat shift and pull as he breathed in from the last of his cigarette. It was nearly at the filter. You knew he would want another, he almost always had two in succession these days. You stood from your patio chair, pulling a dart from the pack and offering it to him as he moved to snuff out his current one. Finally you got to see those midnight blue eyes again, they creased slightly at the sides, his version of a smile. You took his cigarette butt and discarded it in the ashtray for him, and placed the new one between his lips, your forefinger brushing his top lip so delicately. Locked in the gaze you watched the reflection of the lights flame appear in his eyes, the sizzling of the end of the cigarette the only sound between you. It illuminated as he breathed in, relaxing to a low red as you pulled the lighter away.

“Thank you.” He breathed out, pushing the smoke down and away from your face. So considerate.

He watched you carefully, you could feel his eyes on your body, finally alone enough for him to openly desire you. You pulled the cushion from your chair and set it on the ground between his spread legs, his pupils blowing wider as he watched you settle on your knees in front of him. You mirrored his look, choosing

“You don’t—-“ Aki shivered under your hands, sliding from his shoulders down his chest and stomach.

“I want to, Aki.” You rested your cheek against his right thigh, your hand carefully brushing against the waistband of his pants, “Please? I hate that you got hurt, let me take care of you.”

Hayakawa brushed some of your hair back, hand moving over the top of your head and down your cheek. He wanted this so bad, he wanted you so badly. Your hand moved lower, feeling him hard in his pants, just barely stroking the shape of him.

“Please?” You have him your best, cutest, most convincing puppy dog eyes, despite feeling how much he wanted you.

He nodded quickly, moving to help you slide his pants off. Once they were bunched around his ankles, his underwear following closely, his cock sprung up before you. Pretty pink tip dripping already, long and thin in stature. Every part of him was so beautiful, length curved slightly, hair trimmed and groomed, even the veins buldging under the skin created a pretty pattern. Your mouth watered just looking at him, you leaned forward, taking the base in your hand and licked a drop of precum daring to leak over the side of the head. Aki shuddered at how hot and wet your tongue felt already. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked in, your flesh of your mouth creating a perfect ring of pillowy muscle to surround him. The hand the was cupping your cheek now traveled to your hair, not pulling or pushing your head down, the hand was there to keep himself grounded or he worried his euphoria would carry him away from this moment.

“T-thank yo-you..” Aki moaned as you moved lower on his length, your lips touching the top of your hand that held him in place.

So polite.

His praise was the spark you need to begin your true artistry. You had always been….gifted…in this area, you weren’t shy, or afraid to get messy, or be loud. This had been a consistent cause for compliment for you since you had become sexually active. And the truth was: you enjoyed giving head, the generosity, the taste, the feeling, especially on partners as sweet as Aki; ones who keep your hair from falling in your way, who don’t try to guide or push you, who allow you to show them what you can do all on your own. You were pulling the sweetest sounds from him, short, huffing breaths, soft whimpers of your name, one hand gripping the arm of his chair, the cigarette it once held discarded in favor of steadying himself.

Aki was having to focus on not bucking his hips up into your mouth, it was just as good—no, better than he remembered from last time. He wasn’t going to last like this. He hadn’t cum in the shower just a few hours ago, the shame of being so turned on watching you with another man, not just a man, but Kishibe, was too much. Even on his best days, most relaxed and excited days, he had never made himself feel this good. Only you had, only you could,

you were the best he had ever had.

“Mmm, thank you, baby.” You hummed around his length and his eyes flew open.

Had he said that last part out loud?

He hadn’t even registered the words leaving his mouth, he hadn’t realized his eyes had closed until they opened. He struggled to look down and watch you, hollow cheeks, eyes closed, lips full and soft, stretched around him. His cock jumped all on its own at the sight, causing you to squeeze him in your hand tighter, pumping the inches directly into your bobbing mouth.

The bottom hem of his sweatshirt was slipping down, your hand occasionally sliding against the fabric, spit and precum starting to darken the fabric. He pulled it up and over his stomach, holding it out of the way for you. You hummed happily again, sliding your free hand up his taught torso. The combination of sensation sent Aki’s head back and his eyes rolling. Another throaty shudder leaving him. You loved the feel of him in your mouth, the weight, the soft skin, the way your tongue could slide underneath so easily. You were having the time of your life between his legs, it wasn’t until the hand he kept in your hair clenched around a few strands that you even thought about him cumming.

“Fuck, you’re so good” Aki muffled, now biting onto the hem of his sweatshirt both to keep it out of the way and to not give your neighbors an erotic audio play.

You bobbed your head faster, focusing your tongue’s swirling around the head only and pumping the rest of the length. This combination was going to do it for him, he felt himself curl; hips rocking upward, back curving, hands now both on either side of your head. Hot cum flooded your mouth, you took him in as far as your throat would allow. You stopped moving and allowed him to empty himself completely. You took everything he had. Once he was finished, he slumped back against the chair, hands falling limply to the side, sweatshirt free from his mouth. You sat back on your heels watching him pant into the night air above you. When he finally dared to peek an eye down at you, his reregulating dick jumped. He felt his cheeks burn but couldn’t bring himself to actually be embarrassed. The throbbing in his split cheek had gone away completely, the chatter of his mind was quieted, he felt so good, so relaxed. He could have stayed in this euphoria all night, but he couldn’t possibly not reciprocate.

Aki sat forward, his big hands wrapping around your bicep, pulling you forward to him. He kissed you, long and deep; his tongue unafraid to slip into your mouth and taste himself. Who was he to be discomforted by the taste of his own load? He pulled you easily onto his lap, his wet cock sticky against your leg, but you didn’t care, too lost in his kiss. He trailed one hand up your back and around the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into him. You wrapped your own arms around his neck, pressing your chest up against his.

“I want to take care of you too.” Hayakawa finally spoke up against your lips.

You nodded, barely registering what he meant. He slid his hands down your back, sliding under your shirt, feeling the soft skin underneath.

“Let’s go back in.” He emphasized, growing impatient.

Aki was different after he had cum, you were learning this about him. He was an intellectual guy, reserved, he spent most of his time in his own head, opting to keep his desires and wants to himself. But once you had pulled an orgasm from him, he became confident and bold. Asking for things directly, taking exactly what he wanted, and you loved giving it to him. You let him lead you into your bedroom, watched as he discarded the rest of his clothes in a small pile on the floor, let him remove your own clothes. He liked to be the one to undress you, hands exploring every inch of newly exposed skin as he uncovered it. He was meticulous in his ravishing of you; kissing your neck and shoulders, finding every dimple, every scar, every freckle, every birthmark, giving them each a moment of focused affection. Once he had you naked, he pushed you back onto the bed, making the pillows into a place for you to lean back against. He settled between your legs, pulling your knees over his shoulders and preemptively holding the tops of your thighs. Hayakawa did not like to be interrupted while he was eating.

Uninhibited, endorphins flooding his mind, Aki dove right in. Licking along your slit, the taste of you sending his eyes rolling back in his head. Your back started to arch, just one kiss against you was enough to have you squirming. This is where the thigh holding came in handy, Aki pulled you closer to him, not letting you wiggle out of his grasp. He buried his face in your pussy. Tongue lapping at you, nose brushing against your throbbing clitoris. He was devouring you, slurping loudly, tongue dipping into your hole then sliding flat back up to your clit, to swirl shapes against the nerves.

You cried out his name, trying to keep your hips still. Aki cast a warning glance at you, the blue of his eyes barely remained as though he was possessed. You couldn’t look at him for too long because he sucked hard around your clit and sent your head lolling back, nearly in delirium. Trusting that you knew to stay as still as you could, Aki freed your legs, his right hand traveling up your body to squeeze at one of your breasts. His left hand joined him at your core, two of his deliciously long fingers slipping into you so easily. The feeling of him sinking into you sent you gasping and moaning loudly into your bedroom, you grasped at the hand on your chest; desperate to hold onto him. The thumb in your hand stroke the back of your palm, squeezing your hand sweetly, contrasting the precise and torturous motion he other fucking into you.

“A-Aki…f-fuck, please, agh..” you were spouting nonsense at this point, broken syllables and haughty moans the only thing you could manage.

You weren’t sure, due to the overwhelming amount of sensation, but you would have been correct to think you felt Aki smile at the sound. Eventually you opted to just bring the hand you were holding to your mouth and bite down on one of his knuckles to stifle your voice. Aki filled with pride again feeling your teeth baring against the bones of his fingers. He uncurled his middle and forefingers pushing them past your lips and against your tongue. He had two fingers inside of you at both ends; he longed for more hands, he thanked genetics for his wingspan, he felt drunk, delirious, filled with a sense of purpose only to be compared to that of the divine. He needed to feel you clench around his fingers, needed to have the taste of your pleasure fill his mouth, he needed you. Your moans choked out from around his long, knuckly fingers, he hadn’t yet realized how hard he was becoming once again, precum dripping onto the mattress below him. He sucked again, hard, around your swollen clit, pulling a high squeal from you. Aki could feel your hole twitching around his fingers as they pistoned in and out, he curled them up more, just slightly, the way you had told him before. He wanted to show you he was a good listener, that he remembered how you liked him to please you, that he could please you. And he did. With the subtle adjustment your hands flew to his hair, gaping mouth allowing his fingers to drop from your mouth, drool following down your chin and neck. Your back arched from the mattress and your orgasm burst around you. You knew he was talented in this area, but this was something beyond, your mind went white, the only feeling encompassing you was pure ecstasy.

Aki’s heart sang as you came from his efforts, his name leaving your lips with hot, panting breaths. He let you guide his head as you needed, keeping him in place as his tongue slowed but never stopped, gently taking you down from your peak. Finally you tugged his hair lightly, pulling his mouth away, a sparkling string of your arousal linked his wet lips to your still fluttering cunt. His neck and shoulders rippling under his skin as he came down from his own frenzy, eyes lidded as he watched you pant beneath him. His tongue swiped along his lower lip, not yet ready to be free from your taste. Seeing Aki, a man usually so put together, so refined and private, indulging in pleasure so openly, downright whorishly, was such a privilege. One you would not take for granted. Before you could luxuriate too much, Aki climbed up the mattress to lock you into a kiss again. His mouth was still wet, yours still tasted like him, the saliva exchanged between the two of you became the very essence of your shared climaxes. His tongue was an excellent and bold navigator as he explored your mouth. Sliding behind your teeth, licking right against your tongue the kisses became sloppier and messier. You hiked one leg over his hip, feeling his cock slide between your lower lips.

“Ah-ahhh,” Hayakawa broke the kiss with a strangled protest and shuddered, burying his head in your neck.

He squeezed your hip, keeping you from rocking him inside like you wanted to desperately. Pushing himself off of you he rushed to his discarded pants on the floor to retrieve a condom. Aki always wore a condom, you had told him that you were on birth control and made sure to keep yourself clean, but he insisted everytime. He had explained it had nothing to do with you, it was a personal thing, part of him needed the distance, even if it was barely a millimeter between himself and a partner. He could never allow himself to misstep; to risk carrying on his pain, to risk sharing it with you, to potentially let himself get too close— too comfortable. So the condom stayed on, and you wouldn’t press him about it anymore.

He unwrapped and applied the condom efficiently, you secretly wished for more time to admire him. Handling his own cock, hissing as he rolled down the tight latex, adjusting it briefly before returning to bed. You seize the chance to push him onto his back and straddle his hips. He sat up half way to meet you, holding your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.

“You’re so hot.” His hand circled the back of your neck, his lips moved over your neck and chest in frantic, wet kisses, “put me inside.”

You were happy to oblige, reaching between your bodies and lining him up against your hole, his tip kissing your ring of muscle, already clenching in anticipation. Aki took your breast into his mouth as you lowered yourself down onto him. Thank god he did, or the moan he let out would have rung off the walls. You fared no better feeling his cock bottom out inside of you, curling against him, pulling at the hair on the nape of his neck, crying out his name. He felt so good inside of you; he was long enough to fill you, his girth wouldn't stretch you to the point of pain but Aki rarely wanted to hurt you. Even now, with his cock totally engulfed by you, he made sure to continue the sweet, intimate littering of kisses and suckling across your breasts. He loved your breasts, having them in his hands, in his mouth, he wouldn't admit it, it felt too juvenile, but often at work he found himself peeking down your shirt or watching how they swung or bounced as you walked. Aki sucked hard on your nipple and thrust upward into you further, you whined, pulling his hair harder. You started to move your hip, rising and falling in time with his own thrusts. Aki kept one hand wrapped around your waist and the other pawed freely at the meat of your ass; squeezing encouragingly as you rode him. Aki had his boundaries, which were important and you supported, but he never failed to fuck you like he was in love with you.He wasnt, you knew he wasnt, he knew he wasnt, but when he was inside of you he may as well have been. Fucking deep and slow, mouth watering against your skin, your name dripping off his swollen lips. He could have convinced you otherwise. His sounds soon transformed from low groans to shuddering whimpers as he grew closer and closer, he wasn't going to last. He wanted you to cum again before he did, he could feel the way you tightened around him when you came, and he needed it like he needed air.

“baby…I-i’m not going to last.” His sweaty forehead pressed against your collarbone as you bounced on top of him, “please, please.”

He kept muttering please against you, you nodded your head frantically, unable to speak. His nails dug into your ass causing you to hiss, your hands on his shoulders mirrored this, gripping onto his traps for more support. You were so close already, but the desperation in his voice, his pleasing desire to feel you cum around him sent you over. Once again you felt yourself cum, your mind going blank, your movements becoming sloppy. Aki felt you flutter around him, and he pulled you down to meet his hips, drilling as deep as he could, holding you in place as he filled the condom. You two panted together, holding one another as close as you could, muscles trembling and contracting as the aftershocks came and went. Once you had come back to your body, you pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Aki…” you utter through a smile against him, you slide one hand down his back, feeling his clammy skin cooling, “You’re so good.”

He had barely come down, still panting against your chest. He opted to nod, saving himself from the embarrassment of trying to speak. He placed one more kiss on the top of your left breast before starting to lift you up. You climbed off of him and buried your face into one of your pillows, the lingering shimmer of post coital bliss still encompassing you. He stood from the bed on only slightly trembling legs and removed the condom quickly, tying it at the end and discarding it in your bathroom. He fished his pack of cigarettes out of his pants pocket and cracked the bedroom window. You preferred not to smoke inside of your apartment, especially not in your own bedroom, but you always made an exception for after sex. He climbed back into bed with you and lit the cigarette, you stayed snuggling into your pillows and enjoying watching him. After a few drags he offered it, filter side forward, to you. You leaned forward taking a drag from his hand, his fingertips just barely brushed your lips. He inhaled just as you did, but when you exhaled smoke, he finally rid himself of his question.

“What’s up with you and Kishibe?”

He watched your face carefully, looking for the slightest indication of frustration or fear or anything to tell him if he had overstepped. You sighed out, lingering smoke curling from your mouth.

“We’ve been sleeping together for a few months. Since last September.” You answered.

You prayed your heartbeat wasn't as able to be heard, that he couldn't see it pulsating in your chest, that you could keep this version of the conversation calm and collected. Aki let the new information wash over him, waiting for any emotion to overwhelm him. But his eyes remained even, his breath steady, his heartbeat was controlled. He looked over your bare, relaxed form before him, unable to keep his mind from superimposing the mentor’s own body next to yours. His hands sliding over the curve of your hip, down between your legs. Kissing your neck, which you so easily bared for him. Was he as rough on you privately as he was at work, harsh words and fast, brutal hands? Aki had been trained by Kishibe as you had, you both knew that he could be cruel, pushing beyond your limits with little care or warning. Aki felt himself tense confusingly at the prospect of you being brought to climax, or even tears, by Kishibe.

“Aki?”

Your voice snapped him back to the current moment, breaking his…fantasy? If it could be called that. It wasn't a nightmare, but he still couldn't parse out how he should feel about it.

“Does that bother you?” You continued, trying your best to be patient with him, but frankly you were still a bit sore from how poorly things had gone with Kishibe, your anxiety was climbing faster than you could quell it.

“Would it upset you if I said it did?” He shrugged, still not sure how to articulate his nebulous reaction.

You moved to sit up, holding the pillow to cover your naked torso. Aki still pulled on his cigarette, not avoiding eye contact with you, he seemed relaxed still. For more than you did.

You shook your head, but then shrugged yourself, “No, I guess I would understand if you are. I probably should have told you it was him. Considering something like this morning would happen eventually.”

Aki remembered back to this morning, the curt, pointed way Kishibe had spoken to him hadn't seemed abnormal. Kishibe always carried the same detached, terse demeanor, so having been dismissed so readily had not raised any alarm bells. Maybe that was stupid of him, to have literally needed it to happen right in front of him in order to see the relationship between the two of you. Truly, he didn't think he had seen you guys interact one on one at work more than four or five times total.

“I don't think it does. You don’t have to tell me anything you don't want me to know. We don’t talk about work that often anyway. If you want it to be private, that’s fine with me.” Aki took a long drag of his cigarette, looking through the window to direct the smoke outward into the dark city below your apartment.

You were taken aback, completely stunned by how well he had taken this. You could see him processing the idea over and over in his head, but there was no malice or jealousy in his face or in his tone. Your attraction to them and a deep substance abuse problem may be the only thing he and Kishibe had in common.

“Did he tell you?” You dug deeper, watching as he studied the night sky outside, were you trying to get him agitated?

Aki rested his head on the glass, turning to face you again, “No. I saw you kiss in your office.”

Your skin cooled at the memory of Kishibe leaning down to you in your office, holding your hips and petting your hair. Despite the locked door, you knew it was risky to be physical at work, you should have known better.

“Is there anything you want to know?” You offered.

Aki considered this, not having expected to get this far with this conversation. As many scenarios as he had played in his mind on the train ride over he hadn’t imagined getting the chance to discuss the details of it with you.

“How did it start? I never see you guys together.” He snubbed out his cigarette on the window frame.

You pulled at the comforter absently, “There's not much of a story, honestly. A bunch of us were drinking at the bar, he asked to come back to my place afterward and I let him. I assumed it was just the one time but we saw each other the next week, and then the next, and…ya know. Here we are, I guess.”

You pulled another cigarette from his pack, offering it to him, but he waved it off. Aki slid the window closed, moved back next to you in bed, sitting up against the pillows. You wanted to lay down next to him, rest your head on his chest and draw little patterns on his skin as the night crawled toward day, but you restrained yourself. Aki noticed your hesitation and opened his arm to you, ushering you closer, you sat closer, laying next to him.

“I’m really not upset. I don't see what I should be upset about. I knew you were seeing someone else, I was just a little surprised this morning.” His voice resonated from his chest, he picked up your hand and held it in his.

His thumb worked over the back of your palm, but his eyes remained on yours, not flinching away from the intimacy nor the discomfort.

“Does he know about me?”

You nodded, “Yeah, he found out last night. We kind of…got into it.”

Aki raised his eyebrows, “He was pissed?”

“Jealous, I think. He’s a little old school. He cooled off and came around this morning, that’s what our ‘meeting’ was about.” It felt good to air this stuff out to Aki, you hadn’t really spoken to anyone about the way your and Kishibe’s relationship worked, and maybe Aki wasn't the right person, but he was willing and curious so far.

A sick sense of pride crawled up the back of Aki’s neck. To think about whatever he had done that had gotten under Kishibe’s skin had actually made him jealous to the point of conflict, was perversely gratifying.

“Is he nice to you?”

You were surprised at his question. Kishibe was pretty mean, he had a good heart, but he could be so gruff with people, especially at work, especially when he was training them. You were no stranger to having to mentally discount Kishibe’s office cruelty as him putting up the front that was demanded of him. Privately he could, occasionally, be tender and patient, allowing you glimpses into the sensitivity of a man who has spent his whole life trying to keep himself and his colleagues alive and safe.

“In his own way.” You answered, not wanting to tarnish too much of the image Kishibe necessitated.

Aki nodded, understandingly. He wasn't exactly a stranger to a messy work relationship with someone who was pretty mean, he got both the appeal and the discomfort of that. He looped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you down to lay on him, stroking your hair.

“Then that’s fine with me.” Aki settled into bed, feeling the relief of having communicated his feelings, at least part of them, to you and it having gone well.

You shared in his relief, kissing the side of his neck and sighing before reaching over to the nightstand to turn out the light. Darkness consumed the room, before your eyes adjusted to account for the moonlight. Aki’s breath was smooth and even, lulling you into sleep. His hands moved over your back soothingly. Sleep was taking you faster than expected, but you couldn't fight it any longer. Aki lay on his back looking up at your bedroom ceiling, listening to you. The blank expanse above the two of you served as a projection screen for his racing mind. The conversation had gone well, and he was grateful, but now he couldn't cease his curiosity. He thought back to the kiss he witnessed this morning, the way Kishibe had held your face in place to kiss you, such a clear demonstration of his dominance over you. The hungry, taunting look in his eye when he saw Hayakawa, daring him to step forward. Step forward and…what? Argue? Join? Aki squeezed his eyes shut, but it didn't help. Instead of clearing his mind, it spurred him further. He saw you on your knees pleasuring Kishibe with your mouth, the same way you did him just a few hours ago. But this time Kishibe thrust hard into your mouth, making you gag and tears slip from your eyes. He pictured himself taking you from behind as Kishibe covered your face in his cum, rough thumbs smearing it over your lips. Despite picturing Kishibe's hands on you, Aki felt as though he could feel them on his own lips, his own body. As if he could taste the pads of Kishibe’s fingers on his tongue. How many times had you kissed Aki after swallowing Kishibe’s release just the night before? How many traces of Kishibe lingered between your kisses? Had he already tasted Kishibe unknowingly?

Aki felt saliva fill his mouth at the mere notion. What the hell was happening to him? His exhausted cock was starting to build itself back up again, he hadn't felt this insatiable in years, maybe ever. He wanted to sleep, he wanted to wake you up and fuck again, he wanted to leave, he wanted to stay, he didn’t know what the fuck he wanted. Or who.

You woke up before Aki, which was unusual. On the nights you shared together, Aki would usually be awake before you, before the alarm even, making coffee, trying to stay as quiet as possible as you dozed. But this morning you rose from the bed, leaving him in what appeared to be a somewhat miserable slumber. You started the kettle heating and returned to the room to observe his stirring. His face was scrunched up, so much so that a small bit of blood had seeped from his reopened cut onto the pillow below him. You smoothed your thumb in between his furrowed brows, ironing out the growing elevens setting into his malleable skin. He appeared to relax before his eyes fluttered open. He took you in for a moment before, apparently, remembering where he was and sitting up.

“Did I miss the alarm?” He stretched his neck side to side.

“Just a bit, you looked like you were having a bad dream.”You smoothed his hair tenderly.

Aki yawned, stretching his arms forward, “I don’t really remember. Thanks for waking me.”

“Coffees started, shouldn't be too long. Go ahead and shower, I’ll take care of it. We should change your bandage before we leave.” you stood back to your full height after kissing the site of injury.

Aki nodded, rubbing his eyes and slinging his long legs over the edge of the bed. He watched you walk back into the kitchen and stood quickly, rushing to the bathroom. Once again he was more aroused than he thought possible. He had remembered this “bad dream” and it tortured him all night, cycles of barely sleeping and waking to reset the same dream again and again. You and him together, Kishibe watching. You and Kishibe together, Him watching. His lips on Kishibe’s neck. His hands guiding Kishibe into you. Kishibe holding Aki back as you pull an oversensitive climax from him as he bucks and whimpers in Kishibe’s hold. Kishibe kissing him, then kissing you, then you kissing him, then you kissing Kishibe. He thought he was going to pass out. His head felt full and groggy. He turned on the faucet of your shower, praying the cold water would rip the memory of the dream from him. It did not. He stood under the spray, looking upward praying to anything that could be listening to free him. Finally, he caves, wrapping one hand around his swollen, blood filled cock. Spitting down onto himself, Aki pumped himself in your shower as quickly as he could. Craving the shameful release.

Back in the kitchen you finished preparing the coffee, splitting the pot into two mugs. You dressed yours the way you liked, keeping Aki’s black. The shower was running, he would be out soon and desperate for caffeine. You wondered about what had been troubling him, after last night had gone so well, you felt terrible thinking that maybe it hadn’t gone as well for him as it had for you. Maybe you should make breakfast. You peeked into your fridge and found nearly nothing, a half bottle of wine, a few condiments, a container of silken tofu. Not much to work with, even with the small portion of food left over from Aki’s cooking last night. A stop at the convenience store on the way to work, it is. You stepped through the bedroom into the bathroom when a sound made you stop cold.

“F-fuck..” Aki moaned from the shower, your core throbbed at the sound.

You listened closer, hearing the rhythmic splashing water. Smiling wickedly at how dirty it was. How he must have woken up aching to be too shy to ask for your help. Before you could push into the room, pull back the curtain and join him, you heard one word that made your breath catch.

“oh…captain, please.” Aki whimpered, barely audible above the rushing shower.

It took all the focus you had remaining to not drop the mug in your hand on the bathroom floor. Captain? Captain. You had heard him say Captain. No, not say-- moan, fucking whimper. Was he--? Could he be--? No. surely he wasn't--. You set the mug on the counter, its steam joining that of the quickly fogging mirror.

Part 3

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i started watching demon slayer, without having read the manga, at the urging of a family friend who is new to anime and insists it's extremely good. here are my thoughts on the anime and then the entire manga through to its end.

in this post, i appended followup notes to some points upon revisiting them because i had to make sure to go back and tell my past self what happened.

i watched episodes 1 through 20 without writing anything because i wasn't planning to. i watched many of those episodes on my phone, which is unusual for me, but i was traveling at the time. so i probably missed some finer visual details.

my impression of the show before i started, from having skimmed the start of its wikipedia page some months ago, was that it seemed to be relatively high quality but very formulaic Standard Shounen Fare, and it did not catch my interest. after watching 20 episodes, that opinion hasn't really changed. so many of the elements of the show are typical and just barely riff on extremely basic tropes. i'm sure there are many people who argue that demon slayer in fact drastically and ingeniously transforms those generic shounen tropes, but i'm not so sure about that. [followup note: the story does improve in terms of nuance later on, but i'm not retracting this paragraph.]

they did kind of an amazing job on the anime in terms of animation and effects. i should really rewatch those first 20 episodes on my computer screen so i can better appreciate it.

tanjirou is a very, very good boy. almost too good. where are his flaws? his internal monologues are always so apt. almost too apt. his backstory is of course compelling, but he hasn't won me over quite yet… i do like his headbutts, though… [followup note: i guess his flaw is his penchant for excessive self-sacrifice? which is one of those job interview "flaws" that is more likely to be a virtue.]

i'm looking forward to nezuko having more and more agency as the story progresses.

i'm looking forward to zenitsu learning to shut the fuck up more and more as the story progresses. i do have to give his voice actor a lot of credit for going completely all-out every time and never holding back.

i immediately love inosuke because he's a dumb bastard.

will tomioka giyuu fill the hayakawa aki-shaped hole in my heart by not being doomed? [followup note: not really. good for him not being doomed though!]

the art style is so samefacey… golden kamuy spoiled me…

the demon slayer corps seems to think it's hot shit and have many, many levels of hierarchy, but they're disorganized enough to regularly and greatly underestimate the threat of demons such that they keep sending their own fighters to their deaths. they need to work on their intelligence gathering, if nothing else.

all the hashira seem to care an awful lot about the life of the hypothetical person hypothetically killed by nezuko, but their organization is sloppy and heartless in its deploying of weak demon slayers. is this clumsy writing with plot holes, or is it a hint for the astute as to the organization's dirtiness and disorder? [followup note: i want to say it was the former or i guess neither. the master turns out to be really humble and kind to his hashiras. did he not grasp how bad a job they were doing wrt casualties?]

i like how sanemi's eyes continue to look insane even when he's calmly using polite speech

"My arms and legs are really short right now." ~zenitsu while his arms and legs are really short

i do hope boys watch this and come away with the idea that tanjirou's habit of intense and unconditional kindness is cool.

i did like when the girls told zenitsu to his face to be respectful to girls and he was humbled. [followup note: i discovered this was added into the anime and not present in the manga. good addition]

the last few seconds of the OP for the mugen train arc make it seem like rengoku is gonna die. (explicitly prepares my heart for that)

by the way, after the first season ended and we're on to the next arc, inosuke is still the best. i don't do it myself, but i enjoy watching others live life with true wild abandon. i really enjoy his kind of annoyingness more than zenitsu's.

rengoku is committed to never breaking eye contact with the camera

in ep2 of the train arc, tanjirou said "and where are you looking?!" (in japanese) to rengoku, but they translated it as "and when did you get so big?!" because i guess they felt like it would be a better visual joke because they animated rengoku really big? but they should've kept the "where are you looking?" because it's funny that tanjirou addressed what i was already thinking and had in fact written in the previous point. they did it twice in one episode too. is this going to be something we learn about rengoku? that he doesn't look at people? i thought we saw him look at people… [followup note: it's not. also the same joke was in the manga so they especially should have translated it right.]

rengoku said that black sword bearers never know which thing to master. obvious flag for "tanjiro's going to master them all of them and be the biggest baddest hashira in shounen history." too obvious (if i'm right) [i was wrong]

who's gonna tell gotouge-sensei that headbutts don't make your head bleed

prediction: kibutsuji targeted tanjirou's family because of their ancestry and some great prophecy about how that bloodline is fated to someday defeat him. he killed everyone who was home but thought that had to be all the kids because there were so many. he turned nezuko into a demon just to see what would happen and/or because he did actually remember the right number of kids and he wanted her to kill tanjirou. it may also turn out that kibutsuji was responsible for tanjirou's dad's death and/or the scars on both their heads. [followup note: i was wrong about a lot of this, but he did target them for their bloodline]

tanjirou gathered the courage to slit his own throat waaay too easily and quickly.

the netflix translator for the subs for the first few episodes (at least) of the train arc is taking far too many liberties for my liking. i wonder if the subs are different on crunchyroll, which i don't have. i should note that the first 20ish episodes i watched, i watched on a non-netflix non-crunchyroll site and i guess they were fan subs. but i didn't notice anything wrong with those subs.

"I fused my being with this entire train!" ok i've been giving this anime some shit for being predictable, but credit where credit is due, i did not expect that. that's really funny. i hate Lower One's voice btw.

i can tell that some, if not all, of the move names characters shout out are puns like the move names in one piece, but because there are no translation notes, i can't understand them :( [followup note: there aren't any in the official translation either :( and i looked up an unofficial translation and it didn't have any either :( i guess when i'm done with the manga i'll look at a wiki for the move name meanings… of course i dare not look at a wiki when spoilers are still a concern…] [followup followup: didn't care enough before posting this to look at the move name meanings]

anyone who has read my blog, you know what i'm gonna say about nipples, right? it's obvious, right? about inosuke's and others' empty chests. it's obvious. people will be like "you want explicit nipples depicted on the chests of TEEN BOYS?" no i want minimal abstract representations of nipples because everyone has them and it's normal and it's weirder to see a blank aladdin chest. this is about NIPPLE POSITIVITY. i will die on this hill time after time

if two guys are fighting a train together and they synchronize their breathing, is it gay

i liked when inosuke gently set injured tanjirou back down. character development

ok i REALLY dislike the netflix subs for these episodes. don't ADD shit. it's simple. just don't. you have to respect the author. you have to respect the author.

i prepared myself for rengoku's death. thanks for the hint, train arc OP. i see now that he was introduced to serve the purpose of character development for tanjirou.

the appeal of a stone-faced character like tomioka giyuu is twofold: a) they look cool all the time, and b) you develop a desire to see them emote.

tanjirou's gonna get yelled at for losing his sword again…

i like how akaza made it a point to beat up tanjirou's sword. to give us viewers closure as to whether tanjirou was gonna get that sword back.

i feel like i've seen an oversized amount of fanart involving rengoku, given the length of his lifespan in the show. (nothing i looked up, but just by osmosis.) is this like a portgas d. ace situation? i hate shipping ace with anyone because he's dead. or could it be that the character i've seen around was actually senjurou? doubtful

zenitsu's VA is doing a good job, like i said, but i bet zenitsu is a lot more lovable in the manga where you don't actually have to listen to him losing his shit…

i'll officially be mad if anything happens to inosuke.

uzui's three weed-smoking girlfriends…

so the boys are not even just infiltrating the houses of pleasure but they're aiming for the rank of oiran

tanjirou's bad lying face can't compete with luffy's bad lying face… sorry… [followup note: it was better in the manga]

inosuke who can get ahold of himself well enough to actually stfu and act like a girl… excellent

yeah fuck the translator for these netflix subs in the entertainment district arc too. you can't just write whatever you think would sound cool for their lines.

i have to find out the japanese for inosuke's catchphrase "comin' through" (according to this translation). wait i should just turn japanese captions on. ……there are no japanese captions… gimme a break…

they're literally in japan, literally wearing traditional japanese clothing, and they translate "obi" into "belt" instead of leaving it as is. am i overestimating how many people would know what an obi is........?

i do think it's a smart and interesting decision to explicitly section the anime into arcs instead of seasons, or rather, you could say, putting season breaks only at arc breaks. very smart.

uzui's own wife calls him tengen-sama? red flag

you know, i did have one major misconception about this story. i thought that the fact that yaiba is in the name would mean that tanjirou would inherit some particular sacred demon-obliterating blade and it would play a major part in the story (a predictable trope). but tanjirou in fact keeps destroying his swords. maybe that will actually happen later. [followup note: it didn't really. i mean tanjirou gets his one good sword later, but it's not like the sword is what wins the fight for him or anything.]

looked at tanjirou and thought "deku" tally: ||||||||||||||||||||||||

this story sure does have a lot of the protagonist's internal monologue. that's somewhat unusual for shounen, i feel like. is tanjirou just conjuring up text boxes all the time in the manga? i guess i'll have to read it after this… for completionism. [followup note: it seems the manga has an unnamed narrator who sometimes chimes in and they excluded that from the anime completely, instead relying on a combination of show-don't-tell and tanjirou narrating instead. not a bad choice.]

nezuko bit through her gag, which was really good, but she didn't immediately start talking, which is what should have happened. to remind us that she can. other demons can talk. [followup note: i see now that she is apparently left in a childlike state and has to relearn talking. ok]

(watches nezuko shrink back from grownup mode) self-infantilizing imouto…

ok, i figured out that the subs are just the lines from the dubs. that means my ire lies with whoever translated the lines for the netflix dubs. that's right, i'm not just gonna excuse it because i was mistaken about the source.

tanjirou looking at ezui and seeing rengoku's head appear next to him is 100% a death flag. his three weed-smoking wives are gonna mourn him at the end of this arc. it's gonna be the start of a pattern of tanjirou getting scarred by the loss of hashira after hashira right in front of him. [followup: glad for tanjirou that this didn't happen.]

by the way, i bet someone out there has something smart to say about uzui's three wives and what they mean for feminism. i don't care to think about it very hard though. but i know someone does.

zenitsu is conveniently asleep for a very long time in this very long battle

the budget for this anime must have been SO high. or the animators were seriously overworked. because there is so much love and so much hard work put into what seems like EVERY single shot. it's incredible. like some of these shots there's no logical need to go so hard but it's just sooo consistent that every shot has to have a life-changing amount of work put into it. i can't get over it.

(after entertainment arc ep9) i said i would be pissed if anything happened to inosuke, and i meant it. we'll see what happens from here. if inosuke dies, i'm not reading the manga. because i'm stubborn.

gyuutaro called tanjirou a bonkler…

this battle was already frustratingly long and now the defeated gyuutaro's dead defeated corpse had to release one last extremely destructive attack? according to what logic?

i like when nezuko has tanjirou on her back for once. reverse sibling onbu

this smells a lot more like hunter x hunter than hero academia or one piece. in terms of the character designs, to some degree, and everyone's penchant for talking a lot, and vibes. and i'm saying "smells" in my own way and not in a tanjirou way, okay?

they have IVs in the taisho era? with saline? i don't know anything about history.

does everyone in the sword village need the hyottoko mask? at all times?

i can tell by the OP of the sword village arc that demons will attack the sword village.

i really like the artistic choice of letting characters emote through their masks if necessary.

this son of a bitch has poison too? isn't this getting old?

i liked the little episode preview where kanroji is asked how she sheaths her sword and the answer is she simply just does. very good

of course even haganezuka turns out to be a hottie (rolls eyes emoji)

i don't want to call out gyokko here, but he could just put muichirou in the water vase again.

kibutsuji looks a lot less laughable without his stupid fucking hat.

so demons started existing because kibutsuji took weird medicine from his doctor?? [followup note: I Guess So.]

i guess i have to give gotouge-sensei credit for really sticking with the gimmick of the whole sword village wearing those masks.

i like genya.

tokitou's soft spot for tanjirou is really cute

i caught up with the anime without writing very much. i'm still blown away by the production value. speaking of blown away, i'm curious as to what happened to 2 of kagaya's 5 apparent daughters. [followup note: they really died.]

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inosuke lived, so i started reading the manga. i'm struck by the different feeling that tanjirou gives off. manga tanjirou seems a little more serious and less perky. maybe it has to do with the line delivery in the anime shaping my view of him (though the voice actor has done a great job). i did, at the beginning of the anime, get the strong early impression that tanjirou's voice was very "grown man trying hard to do a teen boy voice," and i cringed just a bit. but that feeling faded as the anime went on. i also assume the art style changes a lot as the manga progresses, such that the style resembles the anime's style more in later chapters. the anime seems to have done an amazing job of faithfully and precisely adapting the manga, at least for early chapters. i'm really jealous of the demon slayer anime on behalf of all the great mangas that got weird or lousy anime adaptations.

the babyface style of the early manga is also very strong. even giyuu looks like a little kid.

and genya's face in his first appearance is really funny. he got a glowup for the anime. whereas zenitsu looks 100% the same. i'm looking forward to inosuke's manga face.

i read a lot more of the manga without saying anything. i've gone on and on about the high quality of the anime, but i kind of feel like the manga is better. that is to say, the art feels very authentic and pure and full of love and care. manga tanjirou is just as much of a Very Good Boy as anime tanjirou, but without a certain feeling of Trying Very Hard. is it the voice?

the manga has a kind of Classic feel to it. not like it resembles any particular manga from the past, but more like, gotouge-sensei was aiming high and trying to make something evergreen. trying to forge a new classic.

and reading the manga was shocking because it's like, the anime is truly the most faithful adaptation i've ever seen. every scene feels like it's shot-for-shot-for-shot precisely what was in the manga, with every line carried over. practically nothing was left out. the spacing and timing of content was perfect; nothing was excessively crammed or stretched out. only a few things were added, like the scene with the bento sellers before the train arc (unless that came from some bonus chapter i never saw). but the additions feel normal and necessary. truly a staggeringly faithful and loving adaptation. why did they give demon slayer this exceptional treatment…? because reading the manga, it's like, this is good… but is it life-changingly good enough for them to have gone THIS all-out with the anime? i haven't decided yet. [followup note: i still haven't decided?? i might make future posts about this.]

right, demon slayer is solidly good, i would say, but on the whole, it's not quite For Me. that's because if i evaluate it by my old standby metric, the COCK test, it is decidedly NOT Completely unhinged, and there is a decided lack of Creatures. to be perfectly fair, i'm sure it Offends the church, and it does Kick ass. and really, if someone is just a bit less weirdly picky than me, this manga could change their life. but it's just not batshit insane enough to push all my buttons. i feel some hunter x hunter influence, but obviously hunter x hunter knew how to be insane enough. not that hunter x hunter does it all for me either.

it does get credit for having somewhat deeper and rounder characters than jujutsu kaisen. like at least they have an extremely strong reason to be doing what they're doing.

the manga is self-serious in a genuine way, and the anime feels self-serious in a very slightly phony way. though i don't mean they're overly self-serious. there is welcome comic relief in both. it's better in the manga but still well-translated into the anime (literal translations of the subtitles aside). and the comic relief is actually funny a lot of the time, which is more than i can say about jujutsu kaisen. this has been my obligatory shitting on jujutsu kaisen for the first time in a while. if you missed it, the story is that i gave jujutsu kaisen all the chances in the world for me to love it, but it disappointed me (and killed my favorite character for no reason).

i've been worried this whole time, not having a good sense of exactly how much chapters have been squashed or stretched, about how many chapters would remain after i caught up with the story as far as the anime went. but now i'm just about at the end of the hashira training arc (mansion just blew up) and there are still about 60 chapters left. that's sooo many. i was worried there wouldn't be much story left, but there is! that's good, because there's a lot left to explain.

i have noticed exactly what has been added to the anime adaptation. pretty much everything added was smart and suitable. although the extremely long approach of kibutsuji to kagaya's bedside was i think not so necessary. but yeah, fleshing out the training in the hashira arc a bit, going into slightly more detail on people's backstories, adding a few more character building moments, none of it feels irritating in any way. but if it turns out they added any zenitsu whining moments, that's unforgivable. there are already enough of those.

i bet huge inosuke fans were a little irritated at the casting of his voice. a true ruffian's voice that clashes to the extreme with his pretty face. i think it's pretty apt though. maybe a little too large-adult-sounding. but teenage boys are like that.

i've been reading an unofficial manga translation, not sure who it's by, and it's interesting to note which phrases were left untranslated in this compared to in the official translation. in this unofficial TL, why is oyakata-sama left as such instead of translating it to "master" when it's just a title that plainly means "master?" and in the netflix subs/dubs, why are hashira and hinokami kagura left untranslated? and yet both translated "obi" as either "belt" or "sash" when i think it could have safely been left as is. and why was "nichirin sword" left untranslated in both when you could just call it a sun blade or sun sword? is it because nichirin sounds too cool and japanese?

oh yeah, i kept thinking but kept forgetting to write: it's well known that demons are always eating humans, but we don't see them in the actual act of eating people very often at all. it seems they often like to just kill people, like weasels kill hens. for fun. but we have seem douma in the act of eating people note once but twice.

the unifying backstory of Everyone's family being killed by demons is getting a little old…

ok i remembered one bad thing the anime did. giving us that whole ridiculous nezuko montage when she was exposed to the sun and we thought she was gonna get obliterated. that was reeeally pushing it. trying that hard to fool us is just embarrassing for you.

so ubuyashiki kagaya became a father at the age of 15. no, younger, because kiriya has two (twin?) elder sisters. at least 14.

the two ubuyashiki girls did die… that's not cool… don't use them just to confuse kibutsuji…

zenitsu leveled up? zenitsu can work while awake now? maybe he'll also shut the fuck up?

…

i ended up staying up very, very late and read many dozens of chapters in one night and finished demon slayer. not the best circumstances for properly absorbing the story, but i did it anyway.

i was not prepared for genya to die and i think that should not have happened. we needed to see more of him and his future. i'll say it: it should have been sanemi instead. justice for genya.

i don't think that many hashiras needed to die… especially tokitou-kun didn't need to die so horribly... and i certainly didn't expect sanemi to be one of only 2 hashira survivors.

i guess we're just lucky that inosuke and zenitsu got away with all their limbs intact. limbs were dropping like flies for a while there.

i was satisfied with the reveal of the backstory about the tsugikuni brothers and how yoriichi entrusted his earrings and stuff to tanjirou's ancestral family.

i thought the final reveal that yoriichi's 13th move was all the other moves strung together didn't have an amazing payout in the end… did it? did i miss something big?

there was the Explicit mention, in dialogue, that kanroji and iguro and others may reincarnate happily. i wish gotouge-sensei would have allowed that to happen in the audience's imagination instead of having a timeskip chapter that shows everyone's descendants and reincarnations. it wasn't unbearable, but i didn't like it. also inosuke's descendant didn't go hog wild at all.

after reading the whole manga and no longer fearing spoilers, i finally looked up inosuke's catchphrase. i was very pleased to find out that it is chototsumoushin 猪突猛進, which is an existing four-character compound that includes the kanji for boar and means rushing recklessly (as a boar does). i knew there would be some degree of untranslatable nuance in there! the nuance is that that phrase definitely describes an undesirable act, but inosuke yells it with glee while rushing in recklessly, and that is perfect. it's like yelling "BULL IN A CHINA SHOP!" in the anime, one subtitle translation was "COMIN' THROUGH!" which is a little lifeless and completely missing any boar energy. my favorite translation is "BOAR RUSH!" because it carries the boar energy and makes it seem like he's shouting a move name when he's really just barreling around the hallway. i don't remember if i saw that one in the netflix translation or if it was a fansub. one more version i saw, in an unofficial manga translation, was "pig assault." that one's not a winner. it isn't even the kanji for pig; it's the kanji for boar. also if i had been watching the anime with earbuds it's entirely possible i would have been able to discern what inosuke was saying from the beginning, because i went back and he says it quite clearly, but that doesn't matter now.

i feel a little weird about making a whole long post about something i don't have crazy strong feelings about, but i wrote all this out, so... read my important opinions... sorry for saying "i guess" so much and using so many ellipses...

overall, i wish the ending was less bittersweet (i hate character death, as always) and dislike the timeskip chapter, but i still rate demon slayer (the story itself) as GOOD. that means it is worth watching and reading. there are several slots above GOOD on my personal rating scale, but GOOD isn't bad. it's GOOD. and that's what demon slayer is. someday i will probably rewatch and/or reread, and i'll keep up with the next anime season.

#demon slayer spoilers #kimetsu no yaiba spoilers #this is a liveblog #if demon slayer is your hyperfixation you might not like my frank opinions about it so be warned

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