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The First Time Inui Met...

Kanroji Mitsuri.

They had met when Mitsuri was at the ripe age of 17, while Inui was 22, a senior Demon Slayer and a Hashira.

It was sweltering hot outside. Being the daytime, there was nothing for two Demon Slayers to do, so despite the piercing heat, Mitsuri decided to go to her favourite restaurant.

Inui was out on an errand for Shinobu. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to do it in the middle of the afternoon. He groaned at the sound of his stomach letting out a loud growl, and decided to abandon his search for the medicine his comrade wanted, and set off in search of food instead.

He happens to chance upon the same restaurant Mitsuri had entered a few minutes earlier, and he steps inside, grateful for the instant shade from the sun he received.

Inui looks for a table, but many seem to be occupied, with many servers attending to the bustling environment of the establishment. He spots a girl with uniquely coloured hair, and catches the glimpse of the uniform he had seen many times. Maybe it was a good time to get to know some of his other colleagues.

Inui walks over, and stands in front of the young lady. He bows slightly, asking, “Excuse me, miss, I’m having difficulty finding a free table, would you mind if I sit here with you?”

Mitsuri looks up at him, mouth full with a dumpling. She mutters something, but it’s muffled by the dumpling in her mouth, but the nod she gives is confirmation enough.

“Thanks, I appreciate it.” Inui says, sliding into the seat directly opposite from her. As he sits down, he is appalled by how much skin the lady’s uniform shows, and immediately looks down at the table in order to respect her.

A waitress comes down to take Inui’s order, and Inui orders ten bowls of Udon, three bowls of silken tofu, nine plates of Gyoza, and four more bowls of Donburi. He nods in thanks to the waitress, and turns to face the woman in front of him. He notices the amount of bowls that pile up at the side of the table, and sees that Mitsuri was the one responsible.

“You seem to eat a lot.” Inui observes, and Mitsuri flinches.

Here it comes. He’ll tell me that a lady eating this much is weird and leave. Mitsuri thinks, tears beginning to form.

“Ahhh, we should have a competition! I wanna beat you at an eating contest!” Inui chirps, smiling happily, clapping his hands together. Mitsuri’s tears refrain from falling from her eyes as she stares at the smiling man before her.

“An…eating contest?” She asks, and Inui nods her head. He pauses, before extending a hand out to her.

“Hmm, How rude of me. I’m Ryunosuke Inui, the Music Hashira.” He says, grinning. “What’s your name?”

Upon hearing that the man before her was a Hashira, she leapt to her feet and bowed. “Kyah! I’m so sorry I didn’t greet you properly!!!” She exclaims. Inui shakes his head vigorously, smiling.

“No need to greet me in such a way.” Inui states, tilting his head slightly. “Your…name?” He asks again, gesturing for Mitsuri to sit back down. Mitsuri nods, sitting down and muttering,

“Kanroji Mitsuri!” She yelped, and she flushed in embarrassment at the volume she had done it. “S-sorry.” She murmurs, blushing in embarrassment.

“It’s alright.” He chuckles, smiling softly at her. “Is the eating competition still on?”

Mitsuri nodded. “Yes! Okay!”

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Mitsuri won by fifty more bowls, and three plates of food. Inui sighed. “That meal was satisfying, don’t you think?” He muttered, stacking the last plate of dumplings neatly into the already larger than life pile at their side.

In honesty, Inui was a little bitter from losing, but how could he remain mad at such a cheerful, happy smile? Mitsuri reminded him of his late sister, Saeko, the little light of his life that pushed him to go forward.

Mitsuri nodded in response, a large grin on her face. They had talked a lot while they ate, mundane things, like the weather, their hobbies, their friends, etc, but to Demon Slayers who rarely had time to have small talk and socialise with others, it was a simple pleasure they were grateful for.

“Hey, I just wanted to know, how’d you get your hair? Is it genetic? Just asking, because I don’t think I could pull such pretty colours off. It’s so unique!” Inui exclaimed, before taking half the stack of plates and placing them at the small window provided to place the used plates in place of the already busy waitresses. Mitsuri got up and decided to do the same. As they worked, Mitsuri glanced at Inui, who was addressing a frantic waitress who was insisting that she do the work instead.

Mitsuri was instantly touched by his immense and seemingly infinite kindness. He acted like a doting big brother, someone who would never give up on someone they cared for.

“I got the colour…erhm…this is embarrassing…” She glances at Inui, his red eyes staring at her with an excited glint behind them, anticipating her answer. “...F-from eating too much Sakura Mochi…” She finishes, hiding her face in her hands.

“Wow…I didn’t know hair could do that!” He comments, eyes widening. “Hey, do you think if I eat too much Donburi or Chili oil, my hair might change colour? I want to try!” Mitsuri steps back, appalled.

“You…want to try to change your hair colour with food?” Mitsuri asked, staring at him, shocked. She had never thought anyone would want to change their hair colour to something that wasn’t exactly natural in other standards.

“Yeah, I mean, if I eat enough Chili Oil, my hair will turn red, right? Then my blue and green hair won’t clash with my red eyes, you know? It just stands out so much I hate it.” Inui murmurs, frowning. Mitsuri looks at him, saddened, that he couldn’t find fault in her, yet managed to find a flaw in something she found so beautiful about him.

“There’s no need to change that.” Mitsuri insists, placing a hand on Inui’s shoulder. “I think it’s a nice pop of colour to the rest of you. I think you should get a haori that matches your hair and then your eyes can stand out, because they’re the most stunning features the world should see.” Mitsuri argued, pouting. “Don’t try to change that about yourself.”

Inui stared at Mitsuri for a hot minute, and Mitsuri wondered if she had said anything out of line. “A-ah, s-sorry, I didn’t mean to-” she pauses as she sees the grateful grin Inui had on his face.

“That’s so nice of you to say. I’m not too sure of where the colour comes from, but my entire family had it. I didn’t quite like how it clashed. I dyed my hair once, but the dye always washed off quickly. It’s refreshing to hear that.” Inui replied. “I’ll be sure to get that Haori soon.”

Mitsuri feels a warm feeling blossoming in her heart before declaring, “T-that’s it! I’m making you my little brother from now on!”

Inui laughs, but he shakes his head. “I think of you more as my little sister.” He responds, and Mitsuri makes a small noise of surprise.

“Then…shall we be each other’s siblings? Older or younger, anything like that, we’ll just adopt each other.” Inui compromises, tilting his head slightly.

“Y-yeah!” Mitsuri yelps, smiling happily.

“Sure, little sister.” Inui laughed.

“Okay, then, little brother!” She says, puffing out her chest.

When they parted ways, Inui had completely forgot about Shinobu's medicine.

A few days later, Mitsuri sits on the engawa of the house of the Rengoku, eating a few dango.

“Hey, Rengoku?” She asks the newly appointed Flame Hashira.

“YES, MY STAR PUPIL!” He boomed, standing up straight.

“How did you first meet the Music Hashira?” She asks, taking a bite out of a dango.

“Oh! It was after I’d killed my first Lower Demon Moon! Would you like to hear about it?”

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ohmy7hearts · 3 years

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spring gale

Summary: Spring means new beginnings but a gale (a storm more like?) in the name of Shinazugawa Sanemi blows your plans out and throw your once peaceful life into the winds.

Pairings: Shinazugawa Sanemi x Fem!Reader // future Shinazugawa Genya x SisterFigure!Reader

A/N: this,,, is v impromptu. i literally got out of my bed bc it has been bugging me with how little sanemi fanfics there are, esp modern aus. tbh, there have been plenty of fics brewing in my mind and tell me if there’s any you’d be interested in and maybe i will return from my hiatus hah:

- zhongli modern au: adepti babies being your adopted children and navigating parenthood

- unknown pairing as of now but travelers being your kids so transporting yourself into the world to find them after 500+ years of not returning home

- etc involving atsumu, diluc, childe but if you have any requests, feel free to drop it in and maybe i’ll consider them

Warnings: Some cursing (I mean it’s Sanemi lolol)

“Shinazugawa-san?” Sanemi glanced up, his hands continued packing away his things into the bag, an eyebrow raised. You smiled, hands folded over the other in front of you, as you continued to speak after gaining his attention. “When would you be free to do the project?”

He sighed, throwing his bag over his shoulder, while making his way out of the classroom - tone and body language showing his disinterest in the conversation. “We can just do it in class.”

You jogged to get into step next to him, “Well, it is for the bare minimum. I’m sure we can do much better than that.” You observed his side profile to see if any emotion could give way to what he was thinking. You frowned, frustration creeping up on you, “I understand that we’re not each other’s first choice in partners but that’s not an excuse to not do our best.”

“Are grades and studying the only thing in that airhead of yours?” His eyes flit towards yours for a moment before returning its gaze forward. “I don’t fucking have as much free time as you.”

You stopped following him. A bolt of anger and disbelief had your mouth dropping and hands curling into shaking fists. You scoffed, voice raising with each word, “I believe you need this more than me, Shinazugawa-san. Unless you want to continue being a pain in everyone’s ass and eventually not even graduate, then be my guest.”

He swiveled towards you. You flinched reactively. He faltered, face momentarily flitting from anger to surprise back to annoyance the moment his eyes scanned you. One step, two steps. He was in your space, breathing in and out to you, with his strikingly cold eyes and thin eyebrows furrowed. “Say that again, I dare you.”

You closed your eyes before releasing a deep sigh, muscles easing from the hold of your anger. “We don’t have to do it after school or on the weekends if you are that occupied. We can do it before school or during our breaks and even before our clubs start.” You grabbed one of his wrist, turning his palm upwards, shoving the crumpled paper with your number into it while fixating your glare on him throughout. You refuse to back down but you will be the bigger person. Forcing his hand to a close, you narrowed your eyes for good measure while trying to control the smirk from overtaking your face when his frown further deepened in distaste. Taking a step back, your hands returned to the usual folded stance, you forced an amicable smile to replace the smirk - although you have a feeling that he could still see the smirk from how his eye twitched, “Of course, it’s really up to you, Shinazugawa-san.”

Turning on your heel, you headed back to the classroom with your head held high and a full-blown smirk on your face while your peers watched with stolen glances and whispers behind hands or under breaths. The clicking of his tongue echoed in the corridor and in your head all the way back to the classroom.

“Ara, ara, should you really do that (Y/N)-chan?” Shinobu greeted you by your desk, eyes filled with mirth from the free entertainment.

You laughed airily, eyes not meeting hers but focused on clearing the messy table, “I wouldn’t have to if he wasn’t that difficult.”

“Not many survive Sanemi you know?” Shinobu followed you to the student council room. “One must use their life's worth of luck to crawl out from his bad side.”

A bark of a laugh escaped you from her exaggeration. “Shinobu-chan ~ I thought you wanted to get into medicine and not theatrics?”

Her eyes met yours, a smirk tugging on her lips, eyes shifting precariously into ones when she knew something the other party doesn’t and in this case that was you. A shiver ran down your spine. You’ve been in the spot only a few times but still a few too many with most of them ending up jerking your view of the world down a path you’ve never considered. You gulped, hands itching and playing with themselves.

“Did you not hear about how he got into a fight with some university boys down at the park?” She leaped into your space, voice dropping into a whisper in your ear yet head tilted to ensure a front seat view to your reaction. “He came out with a couple of scratches and bruises but…” Her small hands encircled your upper arm. Your eyes dropping to them before returning to her face - surprised to witness your shock colouring your face white as it was reflected in those big eyes of hers. “The boys said to be much bigger than he is, had to go to the hospital.” Her smile bordering on unhinged glee, she drawled, “They were so scared they didn’t sue him.”

She immediately returned to her spot beside you, a foot away, while her shoulders and arms lifted in a form of a shrug nonchalantly. “Apparently, when questioned, the boys said something about them being the ones out of line and they have worked things out.”

Being close friends with Shinobu and Mitsuri meant that you were privy to the latest gossip and news but you always took it with a grain of salt seeing firsthand how some things were purposefully voided or added for the enjoyment of teenagers. You smiled unsurely, “that’s just a rumour Shinobu-chan.”

She pouted, invisible to those who didn't know her well enough or who weren’t keen enough, “You can ask Akio. He was a witness.”

Your eyes widened before blinking in incredulity. “What.”

She giggled, hand raising in a wave before dashing down the corridor. “Do share with me if he tells you more!”

It took you a few seconds to regain your bearings, even a shake of your head to rid the mental image of Sanemi punching away on people bigger than him for his amusement. He was by no means a small person shown clearly with the muscles seen even through the school uniform - a testament to his achievements as one of the greatest fighters in the taekwondo club despite his lacklustre participation of actually attending said club practices - but there were certainly bigger and taller people in your school, much less university.

“Hashimoto-san!” You snapped out of your musings.

“Tanaka-san.” You greeted back. The black haired guy chuckled, “I told you to call me by my first name. After all, we’ve been working together for 3 years. Unless, you don’t see me as a friend? Damn, it must hurt to only be seen as a student council partner even after winning the presidential election together.”

“Stop being so dramatic.” You huffed, plopping down into the chair and hands gravitating towards the papers on the table before being stopped by a hand on your wrist. Raising an eyebrow, he returned the gesture indicating there’s something he was expecting you to tell him. He released the grasp on your hand the moment you were falling back onto the back support of the chair with a sigh. “How may I help you Akio?”

“On the way here, I heard an interesting piece of news.” He sat sideways on the table, the leg on the table folded over the leg still standing. You folded your arms over your chest and hummed. “You and Shinazugawa were fighting?”

“It was just a talk that got a bit heated. I was trying to get a hold on him so we can do our project for literature together.”

Akio’s eyebrows shot up and disappeared under his bangs. “Wow, what luck. First, he somehow got into your class through that stupid maths shit and now you have to deal with him.” He smiled in assurance, eyes crinkling close and a hand over his heart. “Be careful but if anything happens, I’m here. I’ll come running to save my beloved president.”

You mouthed a wow. Silence blanketed the both of you as you nod in understanding - lips trying to contain the smiles and laughs - as he continued to express his devotion through his hand gestures - hand flying to point at you before returning to over his chest, patting it, then forming into a prayer of sorts - all the while mouthing his loyalty to you.

With a shake of your head and hands indicating him to leave as you pulled yourself closer to your table, “Thanks but I doubt I need it.”

Instead, he tilted his head backwards and narrowed his eyes on the ceiling. “If you see what I saw, I wouldn’t put too much faith in him.”

Blood freezes over while questions overwhelm your mind. You gulped and licked your lips to get rid of the sudden dryness, “And what exactly are they?”

“He didn’t stop beating them up or screaming at them even when they were down. Three policemen had to pry him off and restrain him.”

Your heart dropped.

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