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Happy Birthday Giyuu! I am so sane and normal about you I swear,,,,,

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The Snow Melted (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Word count: 5.6k

You could see the house in the distance and were very close to passing out. The journey back was a lot more tiring than you thought it would’ve been.

How much sleep did you end up getting during the trial? You haven’t had much to eat or drink either.

Your injuries and aching legs did not help either. You held on to your walking stick, which you grabbed from the ground at some point, trying to push through the snow-covered floor. The sun had set, it was dark and cold, the only source of light being the full moon.

“Fuyuhito… I’m here.” You were way too far for him to even have a chance of hearing you, but by some miracle, you listened to the familiar muffled sound of the door opening. He looked around, moving his lantern to get a better view outside.

His eyes landed on you and the state you were in. He placed the lantern on the ground before sprinting forward. Your vision was starting to get blurry, your body doesn’t seem like it could walk a straight line. You were going to pass out.

“(Y/N)!” His voice reached your ears, a smile seeping onto your lips before your eyes closed. You felt yourself fall but not onto the ground, more in the arms of your master. “You look horrible.”

He scanned your body, looking at all the blood-soaked bandages and gauze. He carefully picked you up, quickly rushing you back into the house, where he could tend to your wounds and warm you up. Sometimes he wished he wasn’t always in the snow.

As the few days flew by, he would make sure to clean your wounds and re-wrap them in a cleaner bandage. He would let you get the much-needed sleep your body craved, only waking you up to feed you and have small banter before watching you go back to sleep.

Another day came back and the former snow hashira was on his way to your room. He carried a tray of food to your room, careful not to spill any of the liquids. He set the tray down, knocking on your door, letting you know that he was here before entering. He furrowed his brows at your disorientated state.

You were sat up, slouched over staring into space. The few lanterns scattered around the room light up your face; you’ve been crying. Your breathing was uneven, hiccuping every so often. Your hair looked messy and tangled as if you’d been running your hands through it and pulling at it. The look in your eyes looked absent, almost as if you were staring through the floor.

“You okay?” He hurried over to your side, placing the tray of food to the side.

“I’m going to rub your back, are you comfortable with that?”

You gave him a nod, relaxing your body as you felt the gentle up-and-down motion pressing against you. He waited for you to calm down, he could hear your breathing slowly becoming rhythmic.

Did you have a bad dream? Did something happen during the final selection exam? Were you having flashes of your parents? Maybe you were missing someone? Were you falling into a depressive state? How could he help you?

He tapped your back to get your attention, wanting you to look at him. He didn’t want to speak up to avoid you getting startled and having another wave of emotions hit you.

“Do you want to talk about it? I’ll always listen to what you have to say.” His voice was hushed, and worry pooled in his eyes as he saw your blank stare. He felt like you saw through him like he wasn’t there. There was no glint, no sparkle, no life whatsoever in your eyes.

“I… I made a friend? I’m not sure, but I met these two guys before the exam started.” He knew where this was going, he knows the feeling all too well.

“I encountered them near the end and we were fighting this really big demon and we… They…” Fresh burning tears started to run down your face, a choked sob escaped from your lips.

“Shh… You’re okay.” He made himself comfortable next to you, keeping his hand rubbing your back. “What happened next?”

“One of them got hurt bad and the other…” You buried your head in your hands, feeling yourself starting to hyperventilate, “We both watched his head get crushed. That… That demon just tossed his dead body away like he was rubbish!” He moved his hand to your shoulder and pulled you into a side hug. You pulled your knees up, resting your head on them as you moved your hand up to grab at your hair.

Images and voices kept flashing in your mind; how injured Giyuu looked when you arrived at the scene, the taunting words of the hand demon, the giant hand wrapped around Sabito’s head, and the sound of his skull crushing.

He grabbed your hand, whispering out a quiet “don’t” as he eased your hand away from your scalp, doing the same with your other hand. He moved your hand to your side, watching you cross your arms around your legs.

“What were their names?” He asked, trying to move away from the topic of the unfortunate event.

“Giyuu Tomioka and Sabito, they’re really strong water breathers,” Your grip around your legs tightens, “Sabito was the one that died…”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, him rubbing the side of your arm while you cried to your heart's content. The man would grab your hands any time they would move up to do anything to harm you. The room felt darker, even when all the lanterns were still brightly lit.

“Do you want to see Tomioka again?” He whispered, his hand still rubbing your back.

“What do you mean?” You peered over at him confused. He saw how bloodshot red your eyes were, the way parts of your hair stuck to your face because of your tears. His heart wrenched at the sight; the last time he saw your tearful face was when he was training you with your father.

“I know the person who’s training him, we’re good friends. I can organise something with him to meet up. Although it will be a training session, I can’t let you get rusty now, can I?” He tried to humour you, hoping to brighten the room a bit. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your full body to face him.

“Please, I want to see Tomioka again. I need to make sure he’s okay.” There was that life in your eye again. He was going to do everything he can to keep that light in your eyes. You deserve only the best.

“Alright, I’ll write him a letter to organise something. But my dear snowflake, please do not neglect your own well-being. You’re equally as important as him.” He ruffled your hair before turning to your tray of food that has long gone cold. “I’m going to heat your food again, do you want to come with me or stay here?”

“Can I come with you?”

“Of course, you can.”

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Urokodaki was having similar issues, his student refused to leave his room. He would eat, drink water, train and then go back to lying in his bed. His heart wrenched for the boy, as much as he wanted to help, he had to wait for Giyuu to open up to him first. His home has never felt so quiet.

The older man went outside, hearing the familiar caw flying in his direction. He held his forearm out to the crow, waiting for it to perch on him. He grabbed the letter attached around its leg before heading back inside, bringing the crow with him to a table. He began to read the contents of the letter, furrowing his brows in confliction.

Dear Sakonji, I hope this letter finds you well.

It has come to my attention that our students have met during the exam and have potentially befriended one another. I would like to offer a training session for them to meet once again. They fought alongside each other during the final selection, and my student is quite worried about him. Please respond to my letter when you get the chance.

I hope you stay healthy,

Fuyuhito Touwa

Urokodaki sat there, re-reading the message over and over again. He couldn’t think of anything going wrong other than it being awkward for Giyuu. He began to write a letter back, agreeing to the offer. He can only hope that Fuyuhito’s student was able to cheer Giyuu up, one way or another.

He can only hope. He missed the noise in his home.

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The former snow Hashira grinned as he read the letter, quickly rushing towards your room to tell you the good news. He knocked on your door, waiting for your answer before going in.

“We’re going to make a trip to Mount Sagiri tomorrow morning, you better get some rest before then!” Sometimes you wondered if the man was really in his early 40s. You looked up from your bed, staring at him as if he was a wild animal. “Now, what’s with that face, I thought you would be excited?”

“How do you have so much energy? It’s so late.”

“Maybe you’re just getting old.”

“... And that’s coming from you?”

“I- Hey!”

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The next morning came, and you and the former snow Hashira began your journey to Mount Sagiri when the sun started rising above the horizon.

He led the way with a quick pace, wanting to make it before the sunset, even if you did have the entire day to walk to the next mountain. He expects you to keep up with him, with no complaints.

The two of you would start banter, sometimes bickering over nothing before going back to having playful banter.

Fuyuhito would tell you stories of his Hashira days, some about the weird or interesting demons he had to kill, and some about the dumb stuff he and the other former hashira’s got up to.

“Sakonji and I tried to pull this prank on Shinjuro-”

“You guys did not.”

“We did, I had to beg Sakonji to go along with it.”

The duo made a straight journey to the mountain, only to take a break for lunch. Food is important! God knows how long the two have been walking for but by the time the two of you arrived at the destination, the sun was quickly disappearing along the horizon.

“Sakonji!” The former Hashira called out, knocking loudly on his door. The door opened to reveal a slightly shorter man wearing a cloud-patterned kimono and a red tengu mask.

“It’s nice to see you again, Fuyuhito. You must be (Y/N), he’s told me quite a bit about you. Please address me as Urokodaki.” He gave you a low bow out of respect, you doing the same for the older man. The former water Hashira made his way out of the house, sliding the door closed behind him. “Let’s talk first.”

He led the way to a shaded place near a waterfall. The two older men caught up with one another, Fuyuhito doing most of the talking while trying to include both of you in the conversation. You tried to make yourself seem professional, nervous to make a wrong move around the stranger.

The trio sat down, you were finally able to give your feet a rest after, quite literally, walking for the entire day. The sound of the waterfall puts you at ease, just hearing the water rushing and the cool mist that would wash over you every now and then. You took the chance to catch your breath, taking in multiple deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the surroundings and letting it back out.  

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?” You snapped your head towards the voice. You straightened yourself up and nodded at the tengu-masked man.

“Would you be able to tell me what happened during the final selection? I heard you were there with Giyuu.” His voice was stable yet you could hear the worry in his words. You pressed your lips together, you were expecting the question to pop up, but you weren’t prepared to answer it. Should you?

“I’m sorry, Master Urokodaki, but I feel it’s better if you heard it from Tomioka himself rather than from me. I only bumped into him and Sabito during the last night of the exam.” You gave him an apologetic look, he understood nonetheless. It was worth a shot, if anything, he respected you for how you answered.

“I apologise for asking such a personal question, I’m quite worried about him. The last time I saw him like this was when I found him passed out in the mountains when he was younger.” The older man stopped at that, giving enough yet not enough context. You couldn’t even imagine how bad things were for him before Urokodaki took him in. Fuyuhito seemed to have understood what he was hinting at though.

“I’ll try and have a chat with him when I can but I can’t make any promises.”

“Please don’t stress about it too much. He’ll open up when he’s ready to,” Even with the red mask covering his face, you could feel how his expression softens. He did care for him as if he was his family, “I’ll go grab him now, I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”  He got up and left, leaving you with Fuyuhito.

“Are you nervous to see Tomioka again?”

“A little, but I feel like things will be okay.” You were very nervous and to Fuyuhito, it was very obvious. You fiddled with the end of your sleeves, tugging and twisting at the fabric. Just as the older man was about to say a few words of comfort, a pair of footsteps were heard approaching them.

“Giyuu, your footsteps are quite loud.”

“Sorry.”

You snapped your head in the direction of the voices, keeping your eyes set on the water breather. His hair was messy and he was wearing two haori’s on top of one another. Emotions started to overwhelm you, it’s only been close to a week since you’ve last seen Giyuu.

He plagued your mind with worry. Was he eating? Sleeping well? Was he training himself to the brink of passing out? Was he looking after himself? God, maybe you’ve been worrying about him more than you should’ve.

Giyuu’s footsteps faltered upon seeing you sitting near the waterfall. You were really here? He froze, what if you’re here to berate him for not acting quickly enough? But you stuck by his side until the end of the night and held him, you wouldn’t do that. But what if you’re here just to tell him how angry or upset you were with him? Master Urokodaki would never let that happen. But… What if, what if, but what if…

“You’re thinking too loudly,” A hushed voice cut through his thoughts. He stared at his master, trying his best to keep a calm composure. “They’re here to see you, nothing more or less. (Y/N) has been worried.”

“Tomioka…” Your whisper reached his ears. He felt a sense of warmth bubble inside him. His hands started to feel clammy, his breath became uneven. He watched as the older man next to you placed his hand on your back, seemingly giving you a light push while saying something to you.

And with that, you bolted towards him. Something came over him. As you got closer, he held his arms out, slowly lifting them up. You practically leapt at him, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck as your body collided. He stumbled backwards, almost falling over from the impact. His arms immediately wrapped around your waist, his hold was equally as tight, his hand gripping the back of your haori.

This felt right.

Your breathing was heavy from the sudden burst of energy that ran through you. With another tight squeeze, you lifted your head up to look at him. Your hands cupped his cheek, bringing his face close to yours. His breath hitched, and his eyes widened from the close proximity.

“What-”

“How have you been holding up?” You began. You titled his head to the side, trying to look at his face to find any signs of illness. His face started to feel warm in your hands. “Are you down with something? You said you would look after yourself.”

He moved his head away from your hands, burying his head into the crook of your neck. His heart felt like it was about to burst out of his chest, he was nervous. Just nervous. That was it, he was… Nervous?

Everything was happening so quickly, he couldn’t keep up. Emotions were hitting him one after another yet he felt so warm. Your arms went back around his neck, holding him until you felt him letting go.

The two older men stood to the side, one was simply happy seeing the scene play out in front of him while the other was about to rip you away from the other student like an overprotective father. Nonetheless, he was happy.

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You tossed and turned in your futon. No matter how hard you tried, you could not get yourself to sleep for the life of you. You felt so tired before, what happened? With one last attempt, you closed your eyes to try and get some decent sleep. You felt restless, you felt worried, and your thoughts started to pour in one by one, eventually filling your mind to the brim.

As Fuyuhito mentioned, you and Giyuu got into a spar to test each other’s abilities. Giyuu was holding back during the spar, there was clearly something on his mind. Even during dinner, he was distracted. He needed small reminders that there was nothing in his bowl as he was zoned out.

A sigh escaped your lips as you propped yourself up by your arms, trying to mentally tell your body to stand. With two feet finally planted on the ground, you slipped out of your room, making your way to Giyuu’s, hoping that he was also awake at this time of night.

“Tomioka? Are you awake?” Your voice was hushed, as you knocked on his door. You waited around for a minute, hoping that he would answer or at least slide open his door.

Alas, the door quietly opened, showing a sleep-deprived man.

“You look terrible, have you not been sleeping?” You gently moved your hands up to cup his face once again, tilting his head at different angles to get a better look at the bags under his eyes. You had noticed them before but you never realised how dark they really were.

“I… I can’t sleep…” He murmured. As much as he wanted to remain in your hands, he moved his head away from your hands before stepping to the side of his door, letting you enter his room. He slid his door closed before moving to grab one of the lanterns littered around his room. The only source of light was the white moon shining through the window before a dim, warm orange coloured the room. “Is there something you need?”

“I couldn’t sleep either. We haven’t had a chance to talk one-on-one yet. You’ve been on my mind ever since the exam, Tomioka. I’ve… Been worried about you.” You made yourself comfortable on his bed, watching him join you. You noticed the red haori was on his bed, along with the green and yellow haori that Sabito once wore besides his pillow. He grabbed them both and kept them close to his sides as if they would be taken away if they weren’t within arm's reach of him. Oh, this poor, poor guy.

“You’re… Worried about me?” Something inside him felt warm after hearing your concerns for him. Master Urokodaki did say that you were worried but hearing you say it from your own mouth, made him feel different. He didn’t understand it but he didn’t want to acknowledge it either. But it felt so foreign to him, were you really worried? Or were you trying to get something out of him by being nice?

“Of course I am, Master Urokodaki has been really worried about you too,” You leaned your body over, trying to get a glimpse of his face. His long black hair covered his face, and the light of the lantern created shadows on him. “I want to help you, but only when you’re ready.”

You watched as his face contorted through different emotions. A look of hesitance, a look of conflict and then a look of resistance. His mouth opened, wanting to respond but nothing came out. You waited patiently for him to speak, not wanting to push him too much.

“I… I can’t stop thinking about what happened to Sabito…” He began, he gripped onto both of the haori’s, wrapping his arms around them as he kept them close to his chest. “If I hadn't gotten injured, I could’ve been faster and helped him. I could’ve saved him. I don’t deserve to be a demon slayer, I’m useless.” His voice was low and quiet, it sounded so void of any emotion yet you could catch a glimpse of pain.

“That’s not true, Tomioka,” You cooed at him. “I’m going to rub your back, is that okay with you?” He nodded.

For some reason he was bracing himself for a harsh impact, only to be met with a gentle hand stroking his back with delicacy and care.

“You can keep talking if you want, I’m not going anywhere. You’re also more than welcome to kick me out of your room, I won’t take any offence to it, promise.” There was that warm feeling again.

All the thoughts that plagued his mind, the endless nightmares, the loud voices in his head, the scene of his best friend dying repeatedly playing whenever he closed his eyes. He told you everything. Why? He couldn’t give you a straight answer if you were to ask him, but there was something to you. He felt… Safe.

He would stop talking every so often to see your reaction. What if he was just being dramatic? Or overreacting? Maybe it was all just in his head. But the second you spoke your reassurance, all those ‘what if’s’ would slither back to the corner of his mind.

You would give him small words of encouragement to keep talking, you didn't push him, reminding him that he didn’t have to tell you everything if he wasn’t ready. The cycle would continue; he would spill everything he was feeling, frequently stopping as he would start overthinking only for you to give him the reassurance he needed. Tears started falling the more he kept venting; everything he had bottled up finally shattered in pieces.

“I’m here, I’m listening, I promise.”

“Are you holding up okay? Do you want to talk about something else or take a break?”

“You’re doing really well, I’m glad you trust me enough to tell me this.”

He bunched up the coats in his arm, trying to form a bundle that felt better to hold. You glanced down at the haori’s often before an idea popped into your head. The two of you have been sitting in comfortable silence for a little bit now, who knows how long the two of you have been talking? His breath was still heavy but it became rhythmic, indicating that he was calming down. You tapped his back, making him look over at you.

“You’re allowed to say no to this idea, but do you want to sew those two haori’s together?” He looked down at the bundle of cloth, seeming hesitant about the idea. “We’d be able to make two of them when we cut them in half so you’re not wearing the same one every single day. You won't be apart from them for long either if you had two.” You moved your hand up to his shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. “Again, you can say no to this idea.”

Wearing both haori’s at the same time made it hard to move in, but he didn’t feel comfortable wearing one and not the other. He tore his eyes away from the coats, locking eyes with you.

“Could we do that?”

“Of course! Do you have a sewing kit somewhere? Or even just a needle and some thread?” Taking both coats with him, he walked over to the table in his room. Grabbing a small wooden back, he shuffled his way back to you.

You sat in the middle of the bed, patting the space in front of you for him to sit and put all the items down. He stood by the side of the bed, staring intently at the spot next to you. The two just stared at each other until it clicked for you. You moved to the side of the bed, patting the spot next to you this time. He placed everything in front of you before making himself comfortable by your side. Opening up the wooden box, you saw a couple of small, thin needles and rolls of thread along with some scissors. Perfect.

You handed him the fabric scissors before grabbing the green and yellow haori, laying it completely flat on the soft surface. You were hoping that the line from the squares would make things easier to cut a straight line. He looked at you confused, not sure of what to do.

“I want you to cut down the middle, I’ll hold it down so it’ll hopefully be easier,” You gripped the top and the bottom of the coat, showing him where to cut. He held the scissors open, hovering them near the fabric. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Snip snip snip

He made careful cuts up the fabric, following the lines provided by the squares to make a straight cut. When he made the final snip, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. You separated the fabric, flipping one over onto the other to see how equal they were.

“You actually did a really good job.” You said with shock. You had faith in the man but you weren’t expecting him to do this well! You placed one of the halves to the side before grabbing the red haori. You lined up the half haori on top of the red one, trying to make sure it was sitting just right. “Now you can use this to cut the red one.” The process repeated once more. He carefully made small but precise cuts into the fabric as you held it down tightly. When he was done, he looked at the four bits of fabric that lay across his bed.

“Do you know how to sew?” You asked, watching him shake his head. “I’ll start one off for you to show you how it’s done and then I’ll work on the other one. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” He hadn’t spoken much, his actions expressed enough for you to know the answer. Still, the sound of his voice made your heart beat just that little bit faster than before. You started off the stitch, explaining how to continue and how to finish off the stitch at the end. You handed him the needle and the pair of fabric, watching him attempt his first stitch. “Like this?”

“Yeah! Make sure you pull it tight but not too tight or else the thread will snap.” You kept observing him, watching him make a couple more stitches before feeling confident enough to look away and start on the other pair. It was silent between the two of you but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Both were too concentrated to bother with starting small talk.

“Thank you…” A small mumble broke the silence. You looked at him, noticing how he had turned his head away from you so you wouldn’t see his face. The urge to hold him was very strong but you must resist.

“What for?” He looked down at the haori in his head, trying to focus back on the needle and thread. You got the hint; letting out a quiet chuckle before doing the same. Were his cheeks always a little red?

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God knows what the time is currently and how long the two of you have been sitting around sewing, but you were finally done. You tighten the knot at the end, being confident that it won’t fall apart after one wash. You stuck the needle back in the spool, hoping that it won’t come out and be lost in the sheets. Holding the fabric up, you tried to look for any inconsistent patterns or gaps within the stitch.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah! Are you done too?” You turned to look at his progress, noticing how he was almost done. After one final close-up look at the haori in your hand, you scooched closer to the man. You placed one hand behind him for leverage as you leaned over his shoulder. “Woah, you’re doing so good!”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

You stayed like that, watching him finish off the haori with a final couple of stitches. You turned to stare at him. You noticed how uneven his bangs were, yet how perfectly they framed his face. The way his face had a few blemishes and tiny scars, unnoticeable unless you took a closer look at them. He copied your actions from before, taking a close look to find any flaws within his stitches. He also held it close to you just so you could help him look.

You didn’t say anything, were you not happy with how he did? He thought he did a good job? You’re judging him. You must be if you’re not saying anything.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you, did you say something?” You brushed his hair to the side, tucking it behind his ear. The grip he had on the fabric tightened. He wasn’t uncomfortable, the touch was foreign but he didn’t hate it. Not a single bit.

“How… How does it look?” You reluctantly moved your eyes away from him to inspect his needlework.

“Woah, are you sure you haven’t sewn before? Not even fixing up a tear in your clothes?”

“Master Urokodaki would always do it for me and I would watch.” He whispered. You grabbed the haori you worked on and handed it to him, a small smile crawling onto your lips.

“Go ahead and try it on.” He put down the one he held in his lap before grabbing yours. You gave him some space so you could put his arms through the sleeves. He pulled the fabric tightly, wrapping it around his body. A sense of comfort washed over him as he stared at the mismatched fabric. “It suits you.” You chuckled, watching him admire the fabric.

The two sat in comfortable silence once more, with rustles of fabric swaying around. He held the second pair close to his chest, now he won’t be away from either one. 

Fatigue finally caught up to the black-haired man. It was like a blanket covered him as he felt himself starting to doze off. The restless nights where he stayed up burying himself with the voices in his head finally caught up to him.

You felt a small weight hit your shoulder. Glancing over at him, you found him sound asleep. Carefully grabbing the haori, you folded it neatly, gently placing them at the foot of the bed.

Turning your body towards the man, you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, the other holding onto the back of his head to lay him down. Removing your hand, you moved it to brush the bit of hair covering his face. You have been so focused on his face for whatever reason, you couldn’t keep your eyes away from him.

So pretty…

A finger moved to caress the side of his face, there was something to him that made your heart bloom. He leaned in towards your touch, letting out an incoherent murmur.

Should you stay? Would he be okay if he woke up to you sleeping next to him? What if he woke up from a nightmare and you weren’t there to help calm him down? Do you leave? Maybe he’ll be okay after opening up to you about everything. You can always check up on him in the morning.

Letting out a sigh, you decided to stay but you were to sleep on the other side of the bed. You wiggled your other arm out from underneath him but before you could move to the edge of the bed, a hand curled around the ends of your sleeve.

“Stay..?” A voice just barely above a whisper spoke out. You held onto his hand, not feeling the tender smile that crept onto your lips.

“Of course, I’m not going anywhere.” Your tone of voice mimics his. You made yourself comfortable as you laid down close to him, as opposed to the edge of the bed. 

By the time your head hit the pillow, you were overcome with melatonin. You didn’t realise how badly your body wanted to rest and hopefully have a sleep-in. Your hand remained on Giyuu’s, your grip loosening as you drifted off into the darkness.

Hopefully, tonight would be the night when the nightmares would stay away. Even if it’s just for tonight.

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Idk if y'all could tell, but I am very obsessed with his face. He's so pretty orz

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The Snow Melted (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Word count: 4k

The day finally came. After two days of rest and care, Fuyuhito would start training you. He showed you through the course he wanted you to complete, making you lead the way back down to observe how you went. He put you through plenty of physically straining exercises that left your body aching and in pain. He showed you different breathing techniques you needed to completely master before even attempting to perform any snow forms. He showed you how to properly on to your sword, how to hold it for specific forms, and how to wield it. 

Any time the two of you would spar, he would knock you down to the ground, watching how quickly you would get back up to have another swing at him. He would always show you how to position yourself, watching you copy him. 

Never once has he laid his hands on you, it didn’t feel necessary unless you specifically asked him for help. The only times he did was to ruffle your hair to mess it up, or to help you get off the ground.

“Your form is off. You’re leaving too many open spots for me to attack.”

“How about this then!”

“Wrong.”

“Alright… How about now!”

“Wrong again.”

“What about this!”

“Now you’re just playing around, focus!”

Months and months passed as he kept training you. Every time he felt it was starting to get too easy for you, he would make things more difficult. The time it took you to get through the course became faster and faster, maybe you’d be able to beat his former students' record soon. 

Your instincts have grown sharp, dodging all of his traps that he would change, and set up every morning. Your stamina clearly increased as you were able to withstand the amount of exercise without needing as many breaks as before. 

“You must remember this, dear snowflake. Never let your anger or sadness get the best of you during battle. It will suffocate you.” He stood above you, watching you get worked up over getting knocked down for the nth time. “It will fill up your lungs. It will feel like you are being crushed by layers of heavy snow. I’ve watched enough of my previous students nearly kill themselves over a simple spar.” You looked up at him from the ground, wincing as you felt dirt get into your scratches.

“I never want to hear anything about you losing yourself in battle nor do I want to witness it. Do you understand?” His voice was firm and blunt. You held your hand out to him, grunting as he helped you back onto your feet.

“Understood.”

“I will continue to warn you about your emotions if need be, but I should not have to. I expect you to take this seriously, as it does involve your life. You can let out your emotion after the battle is over.” His eyes were furrowed, never once leaving yours. 

“I understand, Fuyuhito. I will do everything I can to keep my emotions at bay.” You replied, returning the same seriousness in your tone as his. His body relaxed, his gaze softening with the satisfaction of your reply.

“Good. Let’s work on your forms. There has been a significant improvement lately. Show me all six forms.” 

Day and night, day and night, it finally came to the day of final selection. You were able to master all six forms of snow breathing. He could try and be difficult and try to nitpick everything but there was nothing for him to point out. He was proud. The former snow hashira was feeling confident enough to send you away to the test. After two and a half years of training and preparation, you were going to prove to him, and to yourself that you can defend yourself. With confidence, with no second thoughts, and without hesitation.

“Before you go,” He turned around to face you, holding a light blue and white gradient haori and a nichirin sword. “Please, take these with you.”

“Are… Are you sure?” He nodded, watching you carefully take the sword and attach it to your belt. You took off your old haori, putting on the new one. You took the sword out of its sheath, admiring how beautiful it looked. The haori was a beautiful white-to-baby blue gradient with small faded snowflakes printed into the blue. The ends were carefully cut to make them look like the arms of a snowflake, it was like nothing you’d ever seen before.

“Now you really look like a demon slayer.” He chuckled. He placed his hand on your back, guiding you out of the place you called home. “Are you ready?”

“I am. Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, Fuyuhito.” You gave him a smile, and he returned one to you. Before you could take another step forward, one that would not have him by your side, he grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him.

“Please, (Y/N). Come back to me alive.” He spoke in a voice that was just above a whisper as he held his arms tightly around you. He didn't want to let you go. He wanted to be selfish and try to come up with an excuse to keep you back longer. He wasn’t sure if you were going to come back alive or have a crow tell him that you didn’t make it. But he knew he couldn’t keep you behind because of his worries. You needed this step for your journey.

“Of course, I will. When I come back, I want a big dinner where we can eat as much as we want! Alright?” He let out a hum of agreement before you wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tightly as he was to you. 

He finally managed to bring himself to let go, keeping his eyes trained on you as you trudged away in the direction of the final selection. 

“I will be back, that’s a promise! So wait for me! I’ll be back soon, father!” You gave him one final wave before putting your attention towards the path.

“She called me father…” A fond smile crawled onto his lips. He felt like he accomplished a long, hard mission, it filled him with pride. “She called me father!”

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You walked through the tunnel of wisteria trees, feeling the nerves build up inside of you. Only this time, it wasn’t because you were anxious, it was because you were excited. 

As you entered the open area, you glanced around at your surroundings, looking at all the different people who have showed up for this test. Some looked like they already wanted to turn back, and some looked as if they were better than everyone here, some looked like they were about to burst into tears. 

There were probably around twenty or more people here. A pair of eyes landed on you, followed by one more. One of them made their way towards you, feeling bad that you looked excluded from everything.

“Hey! I’m Sabito, what’s your name?” A voice called out to you, snapping you out of your trance. You turned to look at the owner of the voice. He had peach-coloured hair and wore a green kimono, patterned with a geometric hexagon design of yellow and a darker green. 

“This is Tomioka!” The smaller boy peeked out from behind his friend, giving you a small wave. Although he was timid, his eyes glistened with curiosity, it almost seemed as if he wanted to say something. He’s cute.

“I’m (Y/N), are you guys feeling nervous?” You tried to continue the conversation, not expecting anyone to walk up to you.

“I’m feeling pretty confident, I don’t know about him.” The peach-haired boy chuckled, waving off the annoyed look from his friend. “Hey, what do you say we team up? It’ll make things a lot easier.”

“I appreciate the offer but I will have to say no to it.” You gave Sabito an apologetic look, noticing how Tomioka looked upset about your rejection. “I’m sure I’ll bump into you guys, I want to hear you guys brag about how many demons you’ve killed!” You tried joking around with them, in hopes to lighten up the mood you accidentally bought down. Both of them perked up seconds after, nodding to your comment. They were both so cute.

The three of you continued to chatter, slowly getting more comfortable with each other. Tomioka occasionally peeped in a comment before going back to watching the two of you talk. That sparkle in his eyes never left.

“Good evening.” Two identical girls showed up, both holding lanterns. Both were wearing identical purple kimonos and a wisteria flower hair clip. All the whispers chimed down as everyone put their focus on them. “Tonight you’ve come to the demon slayer corp final selection. Thank you all for being here.” They explained how demons have been caught by demon slayer swordsmen, and have been kept here for this event. For you to pass the final selection, you must survive seven days without any help from outside.

Seven whole days, you can handle this. You’re capable of surviving until the morning after the week, you will get out of this alive and go back to Fuyuhito. Hopefully, after it’s all over, you’ll be able to visit Tanjiro on his charcoal run.

“Now, your trial begins.” The twins said in unison. No one dared to move forward, many having second thoughts upon entering. Taking a deep breath in, you were the first to step forward. Shortly after, everyone else followed suit, entering the area beyond the wisteria’s protection.

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“Snow breathing: Fourth Form - Piercing Blizzard!” 

You swing your sword at the two demons coming your way, drawing them in and watching them get sliced in the necks. The demon's body disintegrates into the abyss after a gargle and a screaming from them. You continued to run off in a random direction, hoping to encounter more demons. A grimace fell upon your face as you saw the bodies of unfortunate participants, you stopped at any that you came across. Sending your prayers to them out of respect before resuming your hunt. 

The only moment of rest you could get was if you could find a spot in the sun up in the trees. Even then, it was too risky to let your guard down by sleeping. You had to be on guard at all times, who knows if a demon is going to snatch your leg and pull you back down into the shady area? Tonight, thankfully, is the last night. You need to get through this one last night and you’ll be able to go back home, just like you promised to your old man.

“GIYUU!” 

Your head snapped in the direction of the voice, immediately recognising the name. You took a sharp turn, quickly sprinting towards the desperate voices. When you arrived, there in front of you was a massive hand demon, Tomioka struggling to stand back up and Sabito trying to keep the attention all on him so his friend could recover. Quickly climbing to the nearest tree, with everything you could muster, you launched yourself off the highest branch.

“Snow breathing: Fifth Form - Six Snow Shards!”

The shards came down at high speeds, slicing the arms before shattering from the impact of the ground. All attention was on you now as you landed on the demon itself. A hand tried to reach out to you with the intent of throwing you off its body. You quickly jumped out of the way, bringing your sword down once more to slice that arm off. You landed in front of the demon, feeling a wave of fear wash over you as you realised just how small you were compared to the monstrosity. 

“Awww, aren’t you cute? Here to try and save them are we?” The demon sneered at you. You tighten your grip on your sword, moving your body into an offensive position. You saw Sabito making his way over to Tomioka to check up on him. Sabito helped the injured boy onto his feet, glaring at the demon from the side. You charged towards the demon, dodging the hands and trying to slice as many as you could. You had to get close enough to slice its neck. Were you able to do it? Its neck was thick, with multiple arms covering the base of it and most of its head. 

Your breath hitched as you felt a hand lift you, squeezing you with his grip slowly tightening. You couldn’t react quickly enough and now you were panicking. All of the oxygen was being forcefully squeezed out of your lungs and you couldn’t get your arms free from the grip. Just as you were about to call out to one of the boys, a pink flash flew past your sight. At that moment, you felt the oxygen rushing back as you took a deep inhale. You fell onto the ground, your head spinning from the lack of air that was in your body. A hand grabbed onto your wrist, pulling you up and running.

“I need you and Giyuu to distract him as much as you can, I’m going to try and attack him from behind.” You nodded, following his instructions as he let go of your wrist when you were near the black-haired boy.

“You ready?” You looked at his injured form, only hoping that he wouldn’t get any more hurt as this battle continued.

“Yes.” And with that, the two of you charged at him in sync, trying to combine your form. One attacking from the left and one attacking from the right. You pulled him to the side, helping him dodge an attack that came from below. You made eye contact with Sabito, he was waiting for the right chance to strike. Who knows if this will be his only chance or if he’ll have another, it was better not to risk it. Fatigue was slowly starting to push through your bodies, you and Giyuu start to lose momentum. 

“Wait a minute, where is the other one–” 

“Water breathing: First Form - Water Surface Slash! Tenfold!” Everything was starting to look hopeful until the sound of the sword shattering echoed in the air, it was the only thing you could hear as both you and Tomioka watched the demon laugh at his attempt. A hand came to grab Sabito’s head, gripping it tightly as he struggled to get out. 

“SABITO!” The boy next to you yelled, being the first to snap out of the frozen state. He rushed towards the demon, only to come to a halt as he heard a loud snap, multiple cracking noises, and finally a wet thud. Filled with devastation, he instead ran towards his fallen friend, holding him close to his chest. The demon's laugh got louder at the sight, mocking them. 

You couldn’t move. You felt something keeping you stuck in your spot even though there was nothing. Sabito had the perfect chance to perform the attack but if his sword shattered trying to cut its neck, there was no way you would be able to do it. You wouldn’t have anyone to distract him as Tomioka looked as if he was about to pass out any moment, you weren’t going to have a chance. You turned to look at the injured boy, locking eyes with him. 

Your priority has changed now. It was like something snapped inside of you. 

You need to get yourself and Tomioka away from the fight before another life is taken away. You ran towards him, prying him away from his dead friend. His grip slipped off his friend's arm, only now grabbing onto the green and yellow haori. Swiftly but carefully picking him up and running in a random direction. You looked back at the body that once had energy, feeling tears well up.

I’m sorry.

“Wait, we can’t leave him, let me go! We have to go back.” He tried to wriggle out of your grasp. He wanted to avenge his friend this instant.

“He’s dead, Tomioka! You can barely stand up! This isn’t a fight that we can win!” You yelled back, shutting him up in a second. You held onto him tightly, understanding his pain. You kept him close. 

You ran until you found yourself giving out near a secluded spot. You pressed your body against him, trying to protect him from hitting the ground because of you. Your breathing was ragged, feeling exhausted from everything that had happened in such a short amount of time. 

Fatigue had finally caught up to you but that was the least of your concerns for now. You looked down at Tomioka, noticing his tear-streaked face. He had already passed out but he was still holding tightly onto the haori.

You couldn’t sense any demons around. You finally took this opportunity to relax. These past few days, you have been extremely tense. Not even having a moment to yourself as you would keep bumping into demons or trying to save other participants from one. 

You pulled yourself to the closest tree, leaning up against it as you adjusted Giyuu’s head to be resting on your thighs. You tried to drape the green and yellow haori over him as a blanket of some sort. The fight replayed in your head over and over again, you couldn’t get rid of the dreadful noise of a sword shattering, followed by the sound of bones crushing. 

“Damn it!” Tears ran down your cheeks, they felt hot against your skin. You wiped them away, trying to focus on your breathing so your crying could come to an end quickly. Every breath you took in came out quicker than the last, you were starting to hyperventilate. It has been so long since you last felt this way and you hated it. You felt movement on your thighs, looking down to see a tearful expression on Giyuu’s face. Have you woken him up? 

He managed to push himself up, wiping out the tears that came out. The two of you stared at each other briefly before he was pulled into a tight embrace, you holding him to your chest as you grieved. You didn’t know the two of them at all, so why was it hitting you so hard? He buried his head into your shoulder, finally letting his tears run free, holding onto you tightly as if you were going to disappear on him as well.

“I’m so sorry.” Apologies stuttered out one after another. You felt like you were at fault for Sabito’s death. There was nothing you could have done, you shouldn’t be blaming yourself. The demon was too strong for any of you. 

“He���s really…” His voice was hushed. He knew the answer but he was clinging to anything he could to be told his thoughts were wrong. He wasn’t ready to face the truth yet.

“He is…” You tried to keep yourself together, wanting to comfort the poor man. A choked sob escaped his mouth as he let out a heartbreaking cry. Your grip on him tightens, placing a hand on the back of his head as the two of you both mourned. They were so close to passing the trial together, why did it have to be now? How was he supposed to go back to Urokodaki by himself? Will he be equally as upset as him? Would the older man be upset at him?

Who knows how much time had passed? It felt like they were crying for hours. Both were exhausted out of their minds, ready to collapse at any moment. They were able to steady their breath, with the occasional hiccup every so often. Your robe was soaked from his tears and your own. He lifted his head to look at you. Your eyes were bloodshot red but so were his. They felt puffy and dry. You gently placed your hands on the side of his face, tilting his head down to press a small kiss to his forehead before bringing his head back to your shoulder. 

“CAW! THE FINAL NIGHT HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED! PLEASE FOLLOW ME TO THE MEETING GROUND! CAW CAW! I REPEAT!” 

The calls from the kasugai crow startled the both of you. The sun had just started rising on the horizon. They both made it to the end.

“Are you ready to get up?” You kept your tone low, not wanting to cause another burst of tears. You loosened the grip around him, placing your hands on his shoulders and slowly pulling him away from you. He shook his head, not ready to depart from your warmth just yet. “We’ll give it another minute, we can’t keep the others waiting at the meeting, alright? Try not to fall asleep on me.” He furrowed his brows and nodded, almost as if he was telling you that he wasn’t going to. You could see him fighting the melatonin. 

–

The two of you walked back, following the crow. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, your hand holding onto it while the other was around his waist to hold up him. You had tied Sabito’s haori around his waist so he wouldn’t strain his hand by holding it all the way back. It was a slow journey back but you made it. You looked around at the lasting participants, all equally beaten up or injured. There were only six people who had survived the seven nights. How tragic. You could only pray for their safety on their journey back home.

“Welcome back everyone,” the twins from before the trial appeared in front of the group. ”And congratulations. We’re pleased to see you’re safe.” The twins explained how they were going to take their measurements for their official uniform and how the rankings will show and work. The twins clapped in sync, six crows emerging from nowhere before landing on their assigned individual. Everyone let out a noise of shock before trying to familiarise themselves with their crow. 

“Please, step forward and pick the ore you wish to have your sword made from.” 

They all look the same? Even the colours of the ores were similar. You helped Tomioka up the steps, making sure that wouldn’t trip on any of them.

You grabbed an ore before handing it to the twins. Tomioka followed suit not too long after. You helped him back down the stairs, waiting for what seemed to be a medic group to make their rounds to the two of you to clean your wounds and bandage them up. You let go of him when they came up to you, letting them handle him while one attended to you. You glanced over at the man next to you, his face showed no emotion, and his eyes lost the spark you saw before the trial. They looked dull.

“Will you be alright getting home?” You thanked the person treating you, taking a step towards the slayer. His lips pressed into a line and nodded. Seeing him like this, your heart clenched. 

“I’ll be off now, Tomioka. Please get back safely.” 

There wasn’t much you could do for him at this very moment. You needed to get home before it got dark, you are in no shape to fight any lurking demons. You gave him one last smile before walking in the direction of your home. You didn’t get too far before feeling a hand wrapped around your wrist, tugging you back.

“Will… Will I get to see you again..?” His grip was tight and shaking. It took a couple of seconds to get over your initial shock. You placed your hand on top of his, hoping that he would look you in the eyes just one more time.

“Of course, you definitely will. I hope we get to work on missions together. Let’s grab something to eat the next time we see each other, okay?” He nodded his head, his grip loosening up. Now it was your turn to hold onto his arm. He lifted his view from the ground to face you with confusion. “Please, look after yourself, Tomioka.” He averted his eyes from yours.

“I’ll try.”

“Good! I’ll see you around then.” You gave him one quick hug before walking away, ready to go home to finally sleep and relax. He stared at your retreating figure until it was out of sight before turning in the opposite direction, making his trip back to his master.

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Morning training

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The Snow Melted (Giyuu Tomioka x Reader)

pt: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

tw: physical abuse, alcoholic parent.

Kind of slow burn bc idk how to pace in stories, childhood friends to lovers in a way. I’m doing character building in this chapter, you’ll meet the man in the next chapter, promise. 

You walked through the village, periodically adjusting the basket of charcoal on your back as you greeted everyone. You were trying to sell as much as you could, hoping that you would be able to save up enough money for you and your family to have an extravagant dinner, where everyone can eat as much as they wanted.

“Oh, (Y/N)!”

“(Y/N), (Y/N)!”

“Tanjiro! I didn’t think you’d show up today! I see you’ve bought some company!” You waved him over, jogging over to meet him up in the middle. You gave the short boy a quick hug, squeezing him tightly before doing the same to his younger siblings. You and Tanjiro would bump into each other often during your runs through the village, it was only a matter of time before the two of you became close. There were occasions when he would invite you over for dinner and vice versa. Although, both would rather just go to his instead. Not only was it closer, but a safer option.

“They snuck onto the cart...” He pouted.  “By the time I realised that they were on, it would’ve been too late to turn back.” He sighed. Not in the slightest was he annoyed, more just worried that he had to keep an eye on them while trying to sell. He watched them hop off the cart to run around before turning to face you. “How much have you sold already? Would you like to walk around together?”

“I haven’t sold that much yet but I’d be more than happy to do it together.” You ruffled his hair before dragging him along. He would talk about what had been happening with his family, all the silly little things his siblings would do, and how his mother's new recipe tasted amazing. Never once has there been a dull day with him, he was like a little brother to you.

“Hanako! Shigeru! Please don’t run off too far!”

“You’re such a good brother to them, Tanjiro. I’m glad they have you.” He looked up at you, ready to throw his modesty at you before he saw the soft look in your eyes. “I wish I had an older sibling like you, it’s too bad that I’m an only child.” He suddenly let go of the handles of the cart and grabbed your hand.

“If it makes you feel any better, everyone in my family thinks of you as their older sister! Especially Takeo, but he’s too embarrassed to admit it. Mother really likes you too!” Shock flew onto your face. Man he could be so obliviously bold sometimes.

“Tanjiro-”

“Oi! You two! You guys are being very cute and all but can you help me with something? I also need a restock on some charcoal!” Their heads snapped towards the voice.

The two of them immediately jumped to help the old man waving them over. The day continued on as per usual; the two of you walked around chatting and selling as much charcoal as you can, helping with day-to-day problems the civilians had, and fixing small items.

“See you later, Tanjiro! The two of you better behave, Hanako! Shigeru!” You gave one last tight hug to the boy and his siblings before departing in the direction of your home.

Home was supposed to be a place of safety and comfort, a place full of memories attached to every room and every item. So why was it that you felt so much dread and fear every time you had to leave the village? Or why even the thought of having to walk through the front door had your breathing hitched? Would you even consider it your home or a place you live in?

You rushed through all the snow, legs burning as you kept running. You had to get home before sun fall, you couldn’t let your mother and father be mad at you. You quickly dropped off your basket the second you reached the grounds of your home before running to the door. Noticing how dark it has gotten, your hand froze near the handle. Your heart racing with anxiety, the uncomfortable sensation crawling from your stomach up to your chest, your hands shook and you knew well enough it wasn’t from the cold.

Each inhale got released quicker than the last, you had to enter through this door, what was so hard about opening a door? You took a deep breath in and shut your eyes, sliding the door hard enough for it to slam at the stopper, bracing yourself for what could come.

“(Y/N), come here.”

“Yes, father.” You shut the door as you entered the building. You kept your eyes trained to the ground, not daring to look up at the man. You knelt down before him, closing your eyes shut once more. Your body tensed, your hands gripping on to your robe, ready to shoot up to protect yourself.

“Could you please explain to me why a broken bottle of sake was spotted near the trash?” There was that feeling again. You felt the walls closing in on you, you felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest. Oxygen wasn’t reaching your lungs properly, it felt uncomfortable with every breath you took in and let out. A wave of heat splashed on your body, your hands were starting to get clammy.

“F… Father, it was an accident, I promise! I didn’t mean to break the bottle or to hide it from you-”

“You piece of shit!” A loud slap echoed in the room. “You can’t do one single thing right! You should’ve never been born in the first place, I should’ve left you to die!” 

You bought up your arms to block your head, hoping that the impact wouldn’t be as harsh. One after another, his hands started to curl into fists. His knuckles buried themselves into your skin every time they make contact. Why couldn’t you fight back anymore? You used to be able to fight back so well, why couldn’t you bring yourself to yell back at him, try and physically fight him back? What changed?

“I’m sorry! Stop, please, I’ll do better! You’re hurting me too much!”

“Honey, that’s enough!” Your mother grabbed onto his arm, only to be flung into the closest wall. He stared down at the woman, the cries that tried to be silent never reaching his ears. “Did you seriously just do that?!” The older woman yelled. He turned his full body at her, arguing back with her.

The screaming and yelling.

The burning, throbbing pain all over your head and arms.

The strangling in your throat as you tried to hold back a sob.

It was too much.

All the tension in your body finally snapped. You turned towards the door and pushed your body to move. Stumbling towards your only exit, you slammed the door open.

“Get back here! I’m not fucking done with you!”

Don’t stop, keep going. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

You heard a pair of footsteps behind you, fearing that it may be your father, you didn’t dare to look back in case it was. You dodged through the trees, trying to keep your stride short enough to run effectively in the snow. The only thing you didn’t account for, was the narrowing of the path. You were running alongside a cliff, a once easy walk through was now a death trap as the ground beneath the snow started to ice over.

“Wait!”

That voice didn’t belong to your father. It was laced with hope and desperation. The second you looked back, you saw a taller figure with a red and white kitsune mask on. Just as you tried to slow down, your foot slammed into a root hidden beneath the white blanket. Your eyes widen as your body falls forward and over the edge of the cliff. A hand grabbed onto your haori, tugging you into an embrace before the impact of the ground hit. The hold was protective, it was warm.

“Hey, can you hear me? Squeeze my hand if you can.” The man felt your hand curl around his, nothing close to a squeeze but it was a sign to him that you were still alive.

“I’m going to take you back to my place, you deserve better than a house full of those wretched demons.” He stared down at you, feeling your hand go limp. You were now unconscious; all the adrenaline finally knocking you out. The man carefully picked you up, gently placing you over his shoulders as he trudged through the thick snow. “Speaking of…”

He placed a firm grip on your back as he raised his katana at the glowing eyes that stared him down. It was going to take a lot longer to reach home than he would have liked but as long as you were safe, he could let it slide for now.

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Your eyes shot open as your body threw itself forward. You were going to have a look at your surroundings before your vision darkened. Everything started to blur, your head feeling light, it was only seconds before you slammed your head back down on the pillow.

“Hey, be careful now.” A hand caught your head, easing it down on the soft pillow. “Your body is still recovering.”

“Who are you?” You croaked out, turning your head to look at the voice. The same red and white kitsune mask you saw from last night, sitting on the side of the man's head.

“My name is Fuyuhito Touwa. We met when you were younger.” He placed a warm cup of tea beside you. “Please, take your time. You are safe here under my protection.”

“Oh… I remember… You and father wanted to train me to be the next snow hashira?” You slowly flipped onto your side and propped yourself up on one arm. “What happened to that?” You grabbed the handle of the cup, bringing it up to your lips to take a sip.

“Your father and I got into a rather big argument about you becoming one. I can understand where he was coming from to an extent, but I did not support his way of training you.” His focus was on you, gauging your reaction with every word that fell out of his mouth. “He would use his hand against you a lot. It is absolutely no way anyone should be treating their own kid. If you want to stop talking about this, please let me know.”

“I will.” You softly spoke back. Memories flashing in your head from what he reminded you of. You placed down the cup, not realising how quickly you skulled the drink. “I will be honest, I did forget about it. It’s one of those memories I’ve suppressed.”

“Understandably so. Would you like a refill?”

“Yes please.” Everything about him felt comfortable. It was the opposite feeling to your father. Instead of dread and fear, it felt safe, peaceful even. “What made you come back? I wasn’t expecting you to be the one chasing me.” You tried to joke around, not liking the depressive atmosphere.

“I must’ve frightened you quite a bit, I apologise for that. I wasn’t expecting to be chasing you.” He chuckled, going along with your attempt to lighten the mood. “I felt… Something off. I regret leaving you behind with that man and his wife, so I came back to try and ask if he would let me resume training you as an excuse to get you away.” Your gaze softens at the man, heart warming with familial love.  

“You came back for me.”

“Of course, I did.” He placed his hand on your head, ruffling up your already messy hair. “On a more serious note, would you like to continue your training?”

“Yes,” Without missing a heartbeat, you responded with no hesitation. “I want to be able to fight back and not only protect myself, but the people I care about.”

“There’s that fighting spirit again. Rest up for now, we will begin the day after tomorrow. We shall talk more in the morning.” He blew out the candles that lit up your room. Before leaving your  new room, he glanced back one more time, a small but noticeable smile creeping his lips.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

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