#susamaru x reader

[signedeclipse]

Y'know what? Those 'human S/O wanna find out how human flesh tastes like' are quite interesting. Can I request same for Muzan, Susamaru and (if you write about her) Spider Sister?

Muzan

Honestly as strong as he is, no one rivals him, so he rarely has to eat anyone and often keeps to himself

Around you, it's even rare to see him kill or harm another person unless it came down to your safety, which for someone who is more than happy to remove another annoying passerby on any given day, its extremely rare

But of course his own choices don't reflect the other demons he might have around you, especially the upper or lower ranks that had enough control to keep from attacking his s/o

Douma was the worst for it, he always carried a snack to nibble on, and he frequented Muzan more than most

He had offered you some numerous times, but would be quickly scolded and often harmed by Muzan

But part of you wondered what it would be like ot be a demon, to be biting into the flesh of a human, what it tasted like

So during one meeting with several higher ranks, when he offered it and Muzan had yet to step in, you reached out to take the offer

Talk about all eyes on you

It was slightly warm, blood was soaking your hand until it was dripping to the floor and nothing was more horrifying than the three highest upper moons staring at you, hell, even Kokushibo

You ate the whole piece, which was reminiscent of a chewy gusher, and swallowed

Yeah, no, it was disgusting and you were tearing up, but you gave a thumbs up to get everyone from staring at you

Muzan comes up with an excuse for Douma to keep it from you now, but he is still curious why you'd lie about liking it to a bunch of people who likely wouldn't have cared

Susamaru

It's not that she doesn't have manners, but if you are going to be her s/o you need to be able to handle her food at the table, too

Eats with you all the time, and you've gotten some splashes of blood in whatever it is you are eating before

First you'd lose your appetite, then you'd make yourself something new, eventually you'd just separate that piece of food or toss it

But with enough time you'd just keep chewing, because really, it's annoying to lose your favourites over something so simple

That wasn't where it ended, however, because after enough of a taste of blood, you found yourself craving it from time to time, almost as if it were an unspoken seasoning that added just the right amount of iron

Susamaru was more than happy to let you bottle some up and add it to your next dish, a blood broth stew, mixed with wine so the colour wouldn't make you too nauseous

Finds her s/o so cool compared to others, but she was almost worried you would like it

Of course, being a demon was everything to her, but she doesn't want you to get that close to being one if she can help it, because you'd likely never meet in missions, or get in trouble for talking too much

Very thankful if you don't enjoy it much, because it means it can stop then and there

She made an extra meal just in case, so you won't go hungry

Authors Note - Its not in my rules but in my F.A.Q I mention that I only write named characters! But thank you for making sure!! I really liked the human flesh ask so I was super excited to get to it again <3

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[serodev]

How Daki and Susamaru (separately) would react if their male S/O, after finding out that they are demons, simply shrugs and gives them some of his blood?

Warnings: None!

Pairing: Daki, Susamaru x male!reader

Note(s): It's been such a long time since I've gotten to write x male!reader headcanons. My skin is clear, My crops are flourishing, and my day got better.

» Daki's kind of surprised over this because people were usually scared to the bone when they found out that she was a demon, and hey, that's a totally normal reaction, and she loves to see it.

» That's why she was almost disappointed when she saw you just shrug your shoulders, but she changed her mind about it when she saw you offer her some of your blood.

» Yep, that's definitely going to make your bond stronger than what it was before because while you don't (and can't) give her a lot of blood, she still appreciates it! It shows her that you're pretty serious about being her boyfriend.

» Daki ends up making it into a habit. She always wants to get a taste of your blood right before she goes out to eat more people. I guess you could call it a goodbye kiss!

» Susamaru ends up becoming too excited for her own good when you offer her your blood for the first time because she wasn't the strongest demon out there, so having a guy who is ready to give her some of his blood is a great thing!

» We don't know for sure how the whole "Demons need to eat X amount of people/blood to become stronger" thing works, but I would still say that she ends up becoming slightly stronger thanks to your blood.

» While Daki makes it a habit to drink some of your blood right before she goes out in the night, Susamaru eats whenever she wants to. It caused a lot of trouble at first because she wanted a bit too much of your blood.

» Things have calmed down with her, but she still wants to have a taste of your blood on random occasions. She always says something about how she needs to check out your blood quality, but you both know the truth.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed these headcanons! I'm so happy that I've worked through most of the matchup requests because I love to write about these general x reader headcanons as well.

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[theveesbf]

I added some kny characters to my list, that's all!!! :D

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[cutie-writes]

Kimetsu Academy | Separate Texts

Asking a Friend

Previous(x)

On the hunt to find someone willing to go dress shopping with her for Prom, Shabana Ume turns to her best friend— Susamaru, first.

[part of Reader’s story]

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[nichirinpen]

Flame in his Heart

Rengoku x Reader

Part 5 (Part 4 here)

Synopsis- An arranged marriage, a horrible father-in-law and a husband who seemed content ignoring you. Can you weather the larger storm brewing? Will Kyojuro ever open up to you?

Content Warnings: AFAB reader descriptions, slow burn, mentions of alcoholism (not the reader), strangers to friends to lovers,  dark themes

~Minors DNI~

A doll. 

A statue.

Both of those described you perfectly. 

Seated at your vanity you stared at the stranger reflected back. A strong sense of deja vu churned in your veins. This scene, this anxiety, it was a never ending cycle. The reflection shifted in the mirror, a flash of exhaustion crossing her face before you were quick to fix it. 

Your hair and makeup were done immaculately, applied by your shaking hand. Susamaru had watched silently, her offer to help being shooed away with an impatient gesture. 

Despite the trembling you couldn’t seem to stop, you were able to put together an acceptable look. You were sick to your stomach with anxiety, something makeup couldn’t quite cover.

Inhaling sharply you watched your reflection do the same. The red fabric of your new gown shifted with you. It fit like a glove, almost like a second skin. You had half hoped it would have shrunk overnight, giving you a pale excuse to not attend your own party. But no, the red fabric clung to your skin gently. It draped you as perfectly as it had in the dressing room, the color so vibrant against the drab furniture of your room it almost hurt to look at. For just a moment the beauty of the dress dulled and you found yourself resembling a fresh scab. A fresh wound. 

The open wound in Shinjuro’s side.

You shifted uncomfortably, brushing at the soft sleeves of the dress as if that would brush off the thought. The stranger in the mirror looked exhausted again as you met her eyes. Exhausted but perfect, you thought bitterly. Your reflection shimmered as you stood, light reflecting off the many jewelry pieces you had adorned. Gold glittered like small stars around your throat and wrists. The many baubles felt heavy and cold against your skin, a pressing reminder of the weight of your position. Of the weight the night carried. You tapped one nail against your left earring, watching the small golden flower sway slightly. It was tempting to sit back down and spend more time trying on earrings, the plush stool calling to you with promises of more delays. 

But no.

There was nothing left for you to do but face your responsibilities. A sense of impending doom had hung over you the past 24 hours, building with each passing moment. Teetering between wanting to cry and needing to vomit had been your morning. You felt slightly numb now, the anxiety having reached a crescendo. 

With a sigh you turned from the mirror, clenching and unclenching your fists as you stared at the wooden doors of your room. Beyond it was a lavishly decorated hallway, glittering lights and ruby drapery adorning the tall walls. Susamaru had left after your refusal of her help, no doubt helping with the final preparations.

On the first floor the event set up had nearly finished, all the decorations in place. Ms. Gloria and her staff had done a good job. Even with the snide attitude thrown at you and your staff. They had pulled various furniture pieces from a basement you didn’t even know existed. Estate rooms transformed into a ballroom and multiple dining areas. The staff no doubt stood in their positions now, waiting for the first guests to arrive. You had seen the truck bringing in additional staff, all of them looking tired and miserable. They had shuffled into the estate as if they each carried the world on their shoulders. You supposed they might, especially if they were Muzan’s employees.

Pleasant smells of cooking filled the entire estate. Final meal preparations most likely being directed by Kyogai. The large man had seen through your attempts to stall for time this morning, sternly but kindly ushering you from the kitchen.

You knew Genya was outside, waiting for cars to valet for the guests. The boy had been cramming toast in his face as he hurriedly explained his duties for the night. You had only half listened, watching crumbs spray across the kitchen counter. Like you, he had been ushered from the kitchen, Enmu muttering something about ‘barbaric car boy.’ He had run to the garage to take his station, the boy seeming excited rather than nervous. 

Everything was perfect and in its place.

Except it wasn’t. 

The other guest of honor, your husband, was still nowhere to be found. Your attempts to call and text remained unanswered. The small timestamp of ‘sent’  unchanging. Your last call to him had been to ask for one of the guest rooms, a week ago. It was concerning and added to your intense anxiety. It had been nearly 2 months since you had last seen the man. At this point you didn’t care if he didn’t show, you just wanted Kyojuro to be ok. You wanted him to be alive.

Shaking off the thought, you smoothed the fabric of the dress. Your hands were warm, your heart beginning to thunder. Pulse resonating in your mind you swayed slightly, nausea welling up in your throat.

“Even if I’m alone. I’ll be ok.” The words rang hollow. The truth was you were terrified. Dealing with Shinjuro was hard enough even with your husband’s silent support. Dealing with him truly alone was a nightmare in the making.

With another heavy sigh, you quickly exited your room, making your way quickly to the main hall. With Kyojuro nowhere to be found, it was up to you to greet everyone as they arrived. 

Alone. 

Which would bring whispers and speculation. Events like this also typically had some form of media person sneak in. This would be your punishment it seemed. An anniversary party all alone. Having the shame and ridicule of upper class socialites and media schmucks rain down. You could honestly care less how Shinjuro’s friends perceived you. But you were human. And words, as much as you didn’t want them to, hurt. The nasty barbed comments and tittering laughs had a special way of wearing down your soul.

There was a small comfort with Senjuro attending. But in the early morning the boy had tearfully advised he would not show. He was terrified of his father and the small amount of confidence he had built had shattered. Teary eyed and panicked, he had broken down, sobbing on the main staircase. You had led the shaking boy back to his room, assuring him you would be fine. All the while fighting the strong urge to cry as your loneliness grew.

You nearly tripped, the action pulling you from the pit of self pity that was welling in your stomach. Clinging to the banister for a moment, you inhaled slowly, trying to squash the panic that was trying so hard to take over. Just get through the night. Without vomiting. That’s all you had to do. A few hours and you could crash in bed and let the anxiety take over. Until then, you were a perfect doll. Slipping on the next step, you gripped the banister white knuckled, trying to calm your breathing. With each jump of your heart rate, you seemed to get less coordinated and more clumsy. Gritting your teeth, you made it down three more steps without stumbling. Focusing on your breathing, you inhaled steadily, trying to calm the intense beating of your heart. You nodded at Kyogai as he hurried past you down the stairs. The butler looked stressed, a streak of flour smudged under one eye. The large man merely nodded at you as he caught your eye, expression pinched and angry. 

The staff that had been brought in was apparently not helpful. You made a small mental note to check in with each of your staff. This event and this night was asking for a lot from each of them. Even Rui was helping despite your immense protests. Kyogai had quietly pulled you aside, gently explaining that if Rui was perceived as absent, his debt would only grow. It sickened you to no end, the small flame of anger perhaps the only thing keeping you from completely giving into anxiety. 

You paused as Enmu scurried past you, the small man muttering angrily under his breath. His inky hair dusted with flour. His back, you realized as he darted down a side hall, also had a healthy amount of flour smeared on it. He was quickly followed by Nezuko, the small girl pausing to bow towards you before scurrying off. You grimaced at the trail of flour that trailed after the group, stepping around it as delicately as you could. The flour was quick to be cleaned, to your relief. Rui was close behind, pushing a vacuum nearly the same size as the boy. All three of them looked sweaty and stressed, making you wonder just what was happening in the kitchen. 

You dodged an unfamiliar woman stumbling across the main hall, her arms ladened with plates. The plates were on the verge of falling, the porcelain making a horrible grating noise as she teetered towards the kitchen. You tensed as she swayed, one foot lifting briefly before she righted herself. Once out of sight, the sound of a breaking plate echoed through the main entrance. You winced, sighing heavily as you trudged over to the main door.

Susamaru was there, adjusting a plush chair she had no doubt dragged from the parlor. You smiled at her tiredly, gratefully taking a seat. In truth you were tired, limbs shaking from the mix of anxiety and adrenaline coursing through your veins.

“Sorry about earlier.” You murmured, giving Susamaru an apologetic smile. The woman shrugged, waving away the apology. She looked uncomfortable in her event uniform, the tight black dress straining to cover the woman’s impressive muscles. She tugged at the stiff white collar around her throat, grimacing as she spoke.

“Today is so fucked. Don’t worry about it.” 

You laughed at her response and nodded. Susamaru had a way of stating just what was on your mind. You both watched quietly as another one of the nameless temporary staff stumbled across the main hall. A small splat resounded as the tray holding small sweets tipped. The girl looked at the mess, then you, then the mess. She seemed at a loss for what to do next. Susamaru let out a huff of annoyance, leaning against the chair as she shook her head.

“Kyogai is going to pop a blood vessel.” She muttered, the two of you watching the man rush into the room. He snapped something at the girl, quickly cleaning the mess before rushing back down the back hall, girl in tow. 

You glanced at Susamaru, the other woman rolling her eyes as a wail of frustration echoed back down the hall. “Enmu probably got another face full of flour.” 

Chuckling you shook your head, making a note to ask her why there was so much flour being thrown in the kitchen. Your laughter died as you settled into the chair, eyes locked on the large front doors that would soon open. 

It was fucked. 

Less than 30 minutes until go time and still no Kyojuro. You would look like a fool, there would no doubt be some shitty tabloid spreading rumors of a broken marriage. It wasn’t far off from the truth. You and Kyojuro hadn’t had the time to grow close. But you had agreed to take on Shinjuro, together. 

You flinched as one of the large doors opened slightly, a pale man slipping through. He was quick to shut the door, but before it closed you could see people milling around outside. Their eyes snapped to the crack in the door before it closed, sharp gazes like wolves before a hunt. It made your heart plummet straight into the floor. Pressing your hands against your stomach, you tried to calm your breathing. In just a few moments you had to appear perfect.

The man who had entered glanced about for a moment before approaching you, extending one scarred hand. His presence was intimidating, the dark clothing making him look more like a ghost than a man. There was an odd familiarity to him however, something you couldn’t quite place. Taking his hand tentatively, you winced at the crushing grip as he shook your hand briefly. 

“Mrs. Rengoku. I am Sanemi Shinazugawa, head of security.” 

You nodded at that as you took your hand back, shaking it slightly to get the feeling back in your fingers. The introduction made sense. Genya and his brother shared the same wild gaze. Though with Sanemi it was as if the man were reading your soul. You squirmed slightly under his intense gaze, unsure of how to respond. 

Avoiding his eyes, you took in his outfit. A pitch black suit that was definitely hiding some form of weaponry. The ebony fabric shimmered slightly as he moved restlessly, the man seeming on edge. You watched as he tapped his label, the small green pin that sat there beeping quietly in response. The little device reminded you of Genya’s garage full of machinery and you suddenly remembered what the boy had said about Sanemi.

“Outside is secured, I have men stationed at all entrances.” His gaze finally shifted, snapping to follow one of the temporary staff as they jogged past. 

“If you’re here, does that mean Kyojuro is as well?” You blurted the question, hands clenching and unclenching as you stared up at him. Sanemi raised a pale eyebrow, the scars on his face rippling slightly as an emotion too quick for you to catch flitted across his face.

“I’m not sure ma’am.” The security guard looked uncomfortable, scarred hand coming up to smooth his unruly white hair.

“We parted ways about a week ago so I could prepare my men for this event.” 

You nodded stiffly, your heart back in your throat. Just what was Shinjuro planning? Sure a security detail was at nearly every event, but you had never actually seen them before. And to have the head of his son’s security detail leave his side? It had your heart in your throat, mind buzzing with horrible possibilities. 

“Why is there such a big fuss for security?” This question came from Susamaru, the woman leaning against your chair as she shot a look at Sanemi. The weight of her against your shoulder was comforting. A solid reminder that you had an ally in the house.

“We had blundering idiots delay the freaking pastry chef and rip open a bag of flour to just be sure. Whatever the fuck that means.” The woman huffed, rolling her eyes as she spoke. You raised an eyebrow, twisting to look at her. That explained why half your staff looked like they stepped into a flour tornado. 

“I’m just following orders.” Sanemi huffed, looking peeved at the questioning. You nodded at his words, deciding not to press the man further. He no doubt had knowledge of the whole Rengoku family that no one else did. But you knew whatever answers Sanemi might have would only give you more questions and anxiety. 

“I’ll be nearby all night Mrs. Rengoku.” He paused, running one hand over his face. The man looked exhausted all of a sudden, wild eyes a bit dulled. 

“If you need me, give me a signal.” He motioned aimlessly with his hands, “Tug on your right ear or something. I’ll be watching.”

Sanemi turned before you could answer, black suit shimmering slightly under the light thrown by the glittering chandelier. The opulent light made him look even paler, the man somehow easily existing as a shade among the living. You shivered at the thought, fingernails digging into your palms as you pushed away dark thoughts that threatened to spill over into your conscious. 

Sanemi turned back suddenly, glancing about before moving in close with two swift steps. You leaned back slightly, alarmed slightly by his quick actions. His wild eyes searched your face for a moment before he spoke quietly. 

“Thank you. For being kind to Genya.” 

And with that he was suddenly gone. You blinked at the empty space he had occupied, slightly stunned out of your anxious state. Glancing over your shoulder you shared a look with Susamaru, the woman having heard his comment as well. Sanemi was a tad odd, but despite his rough appearance you could see the same gentleness that Genya had shown. 

They were both a bit like big dogs. 

“It’s 5:59.” Susamaru tapped your shoulder gently, the woman throwing you a pitying look as you stood shakily. Time for the mass of people you didn’t know to swarm in. Breathing in deeply, you smoothed your dress down again. 

“Ok.” You nodded once, taking a step forward and positioning yourself squarely at the center of the main entrance. The large doors stood like silent guardians, their ornate carved surface the only thing keeping you from facing the night. Kyogai and Enmu nodded as they approached the doors. You nodded back curtly, bile rising in your throat as you swiftly waved towards the doors. Both of them now flour free, tugged the massive doors and bowed all in one swift motion. As the doors swung open they quickly vanished as the crowd of unfamiliar faces surged in.

“Darling!” A woman you had never seen before swept in, her yellow skirts practically engulfing you as she hugged you. The scent of lilac burned your nostrils, making you dizzy as you stood in her embrace. Patting her back awkwardly you offered up a shaky smile, mind reeling as you tried and failed to remember if you knew her name. It didn’t seem to matter, the woman swept past you in a yellow flurry as soon as the hug ended. The next hand was already offered, the elderly man mumbling something inaudibly before shuffling away.

For an hour you stood at the front doors, face aching and stiff with the smile you struggled to maintain. The cold night air swirled in after each guest, chilling you to the bone as you stiffly shook hands. A sea of fake smiles were thrown your way, their owners looking at you with poorly hidden pity. It practically filled the air, one woman going as far as to murmur her condolences. You took it in stride, instead focusing on the colors that passed by. Green dress, a blue suit, brown suit, then a pink dress followed closely by a mauve suit. The men and women who passed were all weighed down with fine silks and jewelry that glittered like insect wings in the main parlor light. That would have made it simpler, a party filled with glitter beetles was preferable to, whatever this was. 

Pity party extravaganza and public shaming session all in one. 

You inhaled sharply, pushing the thought from your mind. One hand pressed against your stomach, you nodded at another guest. You hoped you didn’t look as sick as you felt.

A media liaison scurried in, the small man quick to step around one irritated woman to get in front of you. Showing you a badge that meant nothing, he shot you a smirk before taking a picture. You flinched at the bright flash of light, blinking rapidly to clear your vision. The man shot you a larger smirk, reaching out with a small microphone. 

“So where is Mr. Rengoku tonight? Couldn’t be bothered to show?” The man’s voice was like grease in your ears. You physically recoiled, a smile slipping into a look of disgust.

“Excuse me?” You sputtered, taking a step back to avoid the microphone he jabbed towards your face. The man seemed oblivious to your discomfort or didn’t care. Most likely the latter, as he took another step forward, jabbing the device forward again. 

Susamaru, blessedly, had remained plastered to your side. Tucked just a step behind you, the other woman stepped forward, swatting the man’s hand away. The man squeaked, fumbling as he nearly dropped the device.

“Mrs. Rengoku has GUESTS to attend to. MOVE IT.” Susamaru’s voice was harsh, her tone leaving no room for argument. You watched, gratefully, as the greasy little man scurried off, muttering under his breath. 

With him gone the stream of guests continued, slowly thinning as each hour progressed. It was less suffocating now, the night air on full blast. You shivered, shaking your head at Susamaru’s offering of a shawl. 

Finally the last guest entered and for a moment your heart leapt at the sight of golden fiery hair. But it quickly plummeted at the man’s stubbled face already red from drinking. Your face, stiff from smiling, nearly fell at the sight of your father-in-law. Or rather it was the sight of JUST him. Kyojuro was nowhere to be seen. You braced yourself for his ridicule, knowing full well he had taken in the fact that you were not wearing the dress he had provided. His fiery eyes swept over your form, one thick eyebrow twitching. It was the only indication of his ire. The man swayed, his slate gray suit slightly askew. He pawed at one pocket, tucking a small flask away.

“Hello Daughter-in-law.” Shinjuro slurred, stumbling slightly as he crossed the threshold. You murmured a welcome, taking the man by the elbow as one of his loafered feet slid on the polish floor. As much as you hated the man, you weren’t about to let the media sink their teeth into anything that could be used to slander your image. As Kyogai closed the door, you caught a glimpse of camera flashes, the media milling outside no doubt on their way to figure out how to get close to the estate windows. You made a mental note to ask Sanemi later how the little greasy man from earlier had made it in.

“I have a surprise for you.” Shinjuro murmured, his wet breath tickling your ear as you walked. You suppressed a shudder, trying not to show your disgust. The man stunk of liquor, nearly his full weight pressing against you as the two of you stumbled from the main entrance. 

“You.” He burped, “You will be so pleased. It's JUST what you deserve.”

Humming in response, you tugged him forward into the event hall. You didn’t have the time nor the energy to ponder what the hidden threat was. Just had to get through tonight and smile through the humiliation. 

Shinjuro’s foot slipped and you let out a small gasp of shock as the two of you teetered, nearly falling. Luckily Enmu had appeared out of nowhere, the smaller man barely hiding his disgust as he took Shinjuro’s other arm. You nodded a thank you at the man, the two of you managing to pull Shinjuro towards the heart of the event.

“Where is Kyojuro?” You asked quietly. The question had been timed perfectly as you drew closer to the other guests. At your side, Shinjuro tensed, the man shooting an intense glare at you. All traces of the drunken fool from just moments before disappeared and for a moment you were staring at a very sober and seething Shinjuro. His expression calmed quickly however, a smirk sliding across his face. You did not like the smirk. It was an expression you had never seen from the man and it carried a deep sense of just being wrong. Something was just wrong.

“That’s my surprise.” Shinjuro hiccuped, peeling away from you with a snort. You watched, feeling small and helpless. The older man weaved through the crowd, his stumbling steps drawing the attention of those around him. They were his guests however and as such, his drunken stupor was treated as it always was. Tittering laughs and indulgent smiles filled the air around the man. He was in his element, red face plastered with a shit eating grin.

“I can put laxatives in his drink.” 

You whipped your head around to stare at Enmu in surprise. The small man was wiping the shoulder Shinjuro had been leaning on with a scowl. As if he had been tainted in some way.

“Do you want to clean up a drunk man’s diarrhea in a crowd of pissed off rich people?”

Enmu hummed and sighed, “I suppose you’re right.” He shrugged and scurried off. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes. As much as you loved them, you had to wonder just where Muzan had found the current members of your staff. All of them seemed to have an odd eagerness for revenge, regardless of the recipient. Though you couldn’t blame them, being around Shinjuro’s crowd was enough to drive you mad as well.

You watched the man in question weave through the crowd. He already had a brandy in one hand and a gin in the other. The liquid sloshed about, getting more on him and other guests then in his mouth. Given how he looked earlier, you wonder just how much of the drunken fool was an act. The look in his eyes earlier was too clear, the distaste and disgust too strong. Shinjuro glanced over, catching your eye as he leaned against a chuckling woman. He smirked again, raising one of the glasses he held towards you before tossing it back. Again the feeling of something being very wrong filled you. It was suffocating, filling your throat like bile.

You tugged at your right ear.

“What do you need?” Sanemi was like a shadow, sidling up to you without sound. He kept his voice low, the man just barely out of sight in the corner of your vision. You kept your eyes on Shinjuro, trying to keep your voice as steady as you could.

The panic within your stomach was all consuming, an acidic wash that chewed away at you with each passing moment. It was all you could do to not let it take over. Your hands shook as you took a breath and you pressed them together, trying to maintain your perfect image.

“Please find my husband.” Your voice cracked slightly on the last word. Sanemi was silent for a moment, then sighed quietly and left. 

Shinjuro wouldn’t hurt his son. It was something that made no logical sense. And yet, you found yourself terrified that something happened to him. Shinjuro liked being in control and the two of you had shifted that dynamic for just a few moments. 

You winced, releasing your fists that you didn’t realize had clenched. Angry red crescents were pressed into your palms, the flesh aching. Deep breath in and then out. You were a guest of honor and currently the only one in attendance. Spending the night in a corner fretting would do nothing for you but tarnish your image.

When did it become so important? You wandered to a nearby waiter, snagging a champagne glass from his tray. Why do I even care? 

The drink was like ash in your mouth, tasteless bubbles that slid down your throat like water. You sipped it all the same, slowly drifting from one cluster of guests to the next. Faces blurred together, their radiant smiles and judging eyes all the same in your mind. They offered congratulations and barbed words that didn’t quite hide the fact that ALL of them were aware of Kyojuro’s absence. It was like an odd social wound, the space where his loud personality normally occupied now a deafening silence. Just a few months ago you wouldn’t have missed it. Maybe you would have even welcomed it. But now, you felt entirely alone, surrounded by a crowd of insincerity. 

You allowed yourself to stand alone for a moment. Taking a small hors d’oeuvre offered by Nezuko with a sad smile. As you ate the small odd treat you again scanned the room, once again failing to find Kyojuro. Tugging on your ear again did nothing, Sanemi still on his search no doubt. You were alone in a sea of drunken, laughing fools.

The red and yellow decorations that had felt like a victory now felt as though you were literally in hell. The flaming banners and gaudy streamers were a burning reminder of the yellow and red that was missing.

A hand slipped into yours and you flinched. Looking to your right you were surprised to see Senjuro. The boy’s eyes were red and puffy from crying. He gave you a watery smile, tightening his grip for just a moment in a reassuring squeeze. 

“What are you doing here?” You whispered, shifting so you stood in front of him. Darting a look over your shoulder, you confirmed that Shinjuro hadn’t seen him. The older man was busy laughing it up with another set of guests. The lot of them looking like a pack of overdressed hyenas.

“Sanemi asked about my brother and I realized you were all alone down here.” He spoke in hushed tones, waving his free hand at the gaudy decorations. “Kyojuro wouldn’t want this. He would never have left you alone.”

You nodded slowly, the worry in your stomach twisting sharply. Senjuro seemed just as worried as you were. His hand was clammy in yours, shaking slightly in your grip. The boy looked nice despite his down mood, the suit he wore was a warm orange. Combined with his hair, Senjuro looked a bit like an autumn leaf. 

“Your father will see you.” Pausing you bit your bottom lip, glancing over your shoulder again, “He’s in an odd mood.” 

You weren’t sure how best to describe the way Shinjuro was acting. All you knew was he was up to something. Senjuro squeezed your hand again, his watery smile shaking at the corners.

“I’ll be ok.” The teen did not sound ok. But you couldn’t shield him the whole night, it was only a matter of minutes before some guest brought the whole room's attention to him.

“Alright.” You let out a sigh, “Just please, stick close.”

You were worried about leaving the boy alone for too long. He was so timid and fragile, like a little golden mouse. 

Senjuro nodded at you, taking a deep breath and stepping around you. 

Almost immediately his presence was noted. A woman, one you were fairly certain offered you condolences, let out a surprised laugh.

“Oh I thought Kyojuro had finally arrived!” She tittered, sweeping over in a flurry of blue skirts. Senjuro offered a small greeting, apparently knowing who the woman was. He had gone slightly pale, face looking slightly panicked as other guests closed in. You stayed one step behind him, craning your neck to look over their shoulders. Shinjuro had gone a deep red, his eyes locked on his younger son. You winced as the glass in his hand shattered, the man unflinching as Kyogai quickly attempted to clean the mess.

Shinjuro was furious. His gaze flicked from Senjuro to you, sending a chill through you. He looked murderous, blood dripping from his fingers onto the shining marble floor. Shinjuro turned from you, pushing through the cluster around him. Not the reaction you expected at all and based on the look of pure fear Senjuro shot you, not what he expected either.

You offered a faint smile to the one tittering woman who took your arm and nodded at whatever it was she was chattering about. The room felt like it was spinning, the air too thick to breathe. For just a moment you thought you might pass out. But the fear passed, almost as quickly as it had come.

Another hour passed, then two with Shinjuro blatantly avoiding his youngest son. The teen looked torn between relief and absolute dejection. You did your best to stay near him, listening quietly to the mind numbing conversations about internships. Senjuro was apparently a prime target for the more business minded in the room. A Rengoku seemed to be a prize, the boy stuffing multiple business cards into his suit pocket. He looked miserable and your heart ached for him, not knowing how to pull the conversation in a different direction. If you even could, each time you added to the conversation, a ripple of pity moved through the crowd. It pissed you off immensely, the simpering sad smiles and limp pats to your arm. They were treating you like a kicked dog.

To your relief, Kyogai soon reappeared, ringing a small silver bell sharply. The high noise cut through the buzz of conversation, halting the entire room.

“Dinner is served.” The large man announced tersely, bowing at the waist before walking into the next room. 

Slowly, the guests trickled into the dinning room. They moved as the upper crust of society always did, slowly at their own pace. The group around you detached themselves with murmurs of interest as smells began wafting in. Your stomach grumbled slightly, reminding you of the fact that you had not eaten anything yet today. Taking Senjuro’s hand, you followed slowly, nodding to Kyogai as you passed him. The tall man offered a small smile, motioning towards your table. 

Per Ms. Gloria’s plan, rather than long banquet tables, smaller tables were set up. A more ‘intimate’ setting it had been pitched as. But now that the night was actually here, you could tell it was part of Shinjuro’s plan. The main table, decorated in gold and crimson with a gaudy ‘1’ was empty. It held two chairs, meant for you and Kyojuro to sit and be the literal center of the event. 

You sat, looking out at the many tables that had been set up. People sat in clusters of 5, all filled except for yours. You sat alone, feeling as though the entire room was watching. Because they were, small glances here and there thrown over shoulders. The room was a buzz with conversation, all of it no doubt leading back to the fact that you were very much alone.

“Uh. Can I sit here?” Senjuro quietly motioned to the empty seat next to you. For a moment you merely stared at him, mind going blank as your anxiety swelled. Then you nodded, the action clearing your head slightly.

“Yes. Please.” You smiled at the teen, trying not to let your voice quiver. It wasn’t until this moment that you had been forced to face the truth. That despite the months of being ignored, the months of being a doll. You had grown fond of Kyojuro. A fondness that had grown the night he had held you as you wept. You loved Kyojuro Rengoku and his absence on this night was a knife in your heart. It shouldn’t have hurt you. You shouldn’t let it hurt you. And yet here you were, fighting back tears as your small brother-in-law awkwardly patted your thigh under the table. 

You watched quietly as food was served. Like the decorations, everything was impressive. Gleaming plates held food that looked straight out of a magazine. Each dish had been crafted with care and for a moment it overshadowed your anxiety. You were proud of your staff and the effort they had put in. 

Even if it was all for nothing.

You pushed your food about, taking small bites here and there as you scanned the room. Shinjuro had reappeared, only two tables away. Ruddy faced and suit rumbled, he was laughing, the barking noise carrying above the hum of conversation. You flinched with each new swell of laughter, the noise feeling like a pointed attack. 

“I wish he would shut up.” You looked at Senjuro in surprise, the small teen shrugging angrily at his plate. He too was pushing his food about, the fancy noodles that had been served almost a paste on his plate. 

“He’s the reason Kyojuro isn’t here.” Senjuro huffed, motioning towards his father, “He’s punishing the both of you and for what? His ego?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. Senjuro was right, the teen was a lot more observant than you had given him credit for. You shuddered slightly at the realization, the poor kid did have to live with Shinjuro at one point.

You ate almost nothing. Each dish was whisked away and replaced until finally dessert was brought out. You swallowed a grimace as Kyogai and Enmu pushed out a large cart. It was ladened with a large cake, the bright pastry reminiscent of your wedding cake. A sour memory and one you would have loved to remedy by cutting a new one with Kyojuro. 

You settled for letting Kyogai cut and distribute the cake, shaking your head at his offerance of the knife. Shinjuro frowned at that, finally showing one of his normal reactions. It almost made you relax, waiting for the howling and screaming. But he paused, settling back into his chair with narrowed eyes. Again the sensation of something being wrong overwhelmed you. 

The cake was sweet. A simple buttercream icing and fresh strawberries making for a delicious treat. It was an odd little high point in the evening. You allowed yourself this moment, enjoying the small slice as slowly as you could. Senjuro seemed to agree, the boy flashing you a genuine smile for the first time that night, a smudge of icing on his nose. You laughed behind one hand, motioning at him with a napkin. He flushed, taking it and quickly wiping his nose.

“I’m glad we at least have this cake.” You chuckled, taking the final bite and savoring the last of the sweetness as it lingered on your tongue. It was much too fleeting, but that was the way of things in the Rengoku household.

“Ladies! And Gentlemen.” 

You jerked your gaze up, heart skipping a beat as Shinjuro spoke. The man was standing, one glass raised high in your direction. His crimson eyes locked onto you, the man’s smirk had transformed into something much crueler. 

“Before we get back to the excellent liquor and conversation. First a Toast!” 

You sat stone still, the cake now a lump in your stomach. It was as if he had known to wait until after the single enjoyable moment of the night. Shinjuro was a devil in his own right. Spinning a web of pain for his own amusement. 

Beneath the table, Senjuro took your hand, the boy shaking again. The both of you watched quietly, waiting for the hammer to finally fall.

“Daughter-in-law.” Shinjuro hiccuped, jerking the glass upwards again. The drink inside sloshed about, a few droplets splattering the marble in front of him. He paid no mind, only slipping slightly as he took a step towards you.

“I know you have been alone. So alone.” He jeered, swaying on the spot. You grit your teeth, willing your face to remain impassive. Showing weakness now would just add on to whatever punishment he was about to dole out.

Somewhere to your right, you faintly registered a bright flash. The media rat that had been let in no doubt trying to capture this ‘heartwarming’ moment. Senjuro’s grip tightened, the boy letting out a low breath through his nose.

“So how do I fix this? My poor daughter-in-law?” It was a rhetorical question. Shinjuro  had no need for whatever answer you could drum up. Not that you had one, your mind was blank, a high pitch whine resonating in your ears. 

“A baby.” Shinjuro giggled, almost maniacally. You blinked, brow furrowing as you took in what he said. A baby? What in the hell was he talking about? You weren’t pregnant, you hadn’t even had sex with Kyojuro yet. And adoption wasn’t something you had ever discussed. Although, if you thought about it, Genya and Senjuro had become adopted kids in a way. More in a little brother sense.

“And.” Shinjuro burped, the noise wet and disgusting. You noted several ladies wrinkle their noses, unable to keep up their usual facade. 

“I know my poor son is uninterested in you…..” He paused, motioning vaguely at you, “Your body.” 

You physicalled recoiled, head jerking back as if you had been hit. Again, it shouldn’t have hurt you. But his words cut deep. You felt your cheeks grow warm, flushing in a mixture of embarrassment and shame. A low murmur rippled through the guests, many of them sharing confused looks. But all of them looked on avidly, eyes glittering as they took in the spectacle. You blinked rapidly, trying not to let the tears that danced in the corner of your eyes fall.

Shinjuro words were cutting deep, much deeper than you thought they would. You had seen this coming. Or at least a version of it. Insults, being degraded. You could handle this. 

“So.” Shinjuro threw up jazz hands, the rest of his drink sloshing right onto the floor. “Happy Anniversary dear. I’ve sent you a surrogate.” 

You blinked, mouth parting slightly in shock. A Surrogate? That wasn’t something you had EVER expected the man to say. And it pulled you from the well of hurt bubbling in your chest. 

“Rather. I sent Kyojuro the surrogate.” Shinjuro chuckled, his face somehow a deeper red, “I suspect that’s why he’s not here.”

You felt all of the blood drain from your face as a burning rage surged through your chest. The edges of your vision blurred slightly and all you could see was Shinjuro and his smug face. 

This was it. This was his surprise. 

For a moment you considered leaping across the table and decking the man. But a soft yelp from Senjuro snapped you from that thought. You realized quickly that you had gripped his hand too tight, letting go as you stood.

“Thank you Shinjuro. Always the thoughtful Father-in-law” The words were like lead, barely making it from your throat as you shot him a faint smile. His smirk faltered slightly, the man glancing at the media rat who had scurried up, then back at you. 

Ah.

That was his true plan. Have you break down and catch it all on film. You smiled, motioning with one hand. Nezuko sidled up, the nearest staff member to catch your gesture. 

“Nezuko, be a dear and escort….” You squinted at the greasy man, finally noting his name tag, “Escort Mr. Gyokko outside.”

Nezuko saluted you with gusto, taking the man’s arm and hurrying from the room. She must’ve had an iron grip, the man wincing and whining as he was dragged from the room. You shifted your attention to Shinjuro, inhaling deeply as you tried to think of the best way to handle him. The drunk swayed brow furrowed as he opened and closed his mouth, words failing him.

Blessedly, it seemed he would take care of himself. The man had turned a sickly color, one hand pressed to his mouth as he glared at you. Turning slightly, you motioned to Enmu, the small man giving you a look of pure annoyance as he shuffled over.

“I think Mr. Rengoku needs some water and maybe some time alone in a parlor.” 

Enmu nodded, draping one of Shinjuro’s arm over his shoulder. The drunken man let out a noise of irritation, gritting his teeth as he spit at you.

Stepping back out of spitting range, you gently smoothed your dress. Giving him what you hoped was a regal and not at all anxious look, you sighed again.

“Shinjuro, perhaps your little outbursts would work better if you weren’t absolutely hammered.” 

The man actually flinched, his nostrils flaring as he swelled to his full height. Beside him, Enmu let out a squawk, trying and failing to remove the man’s arm from him. Your father-in-law had a death grip on the smaller man’s shoulder, free hand pointing jerkily in your direction.

“YOU BITCH!! I AM! YOU ARE! YOU!” Shinjuro sputtered, his face going pale. You watched as he stuttered, unable to form a sentence. Taking another step, you turned not watching him as you walked away. The man let out a lame howl and then retched. You winced as Enmu let out an indignant howl. 

Just lovely. Putting on your best smile, you ushered out the few people who had stayed to gawk. Assuring them that Shinjuro was fine and that the festivities should continue.

You drifted through the crowd, touching your right ear from time to time. But Sanemi had yet to appear. Senjuro appeared more relaxed with his father out of commission, the boy actually seeming to have some fun.

The night progressed on, nearing midnight. You had sequestered yourself in one of the few armchairs left in the room. The plush fabric cocooned you and kept you grounded. Your foot tapped lightly against the cold floor, your ruby heel pinching at your toes uncomfortably. Susamaru had been by a few times, the woman passing you drinks and small nibbles of food. You were grateful for it, eyes locked on Shinjuro as he stumbled about. 

He had reappeared like a ghoul. The man was at ease, way too at ease. There was no anger. You hoped that it was because he had vomited up all of his nastiness, but you knew that wasn’t the case.

He was cheerful and calm. It was incredibly unsettling. He was aware you were watching him as well, the old drunk flashing you that smirk every now and then. It made your skin crawl. He seemed to think he had won. 

And, perhaps he had. Kyojuro had no reason to be loyal to you. 

The truth of the matter was despite being married for a year, you had no idea who the other person was. Perfect strangers in a marriage of convenience. He had no reason to deny his father’s gift. As twisted as it was. 

You wanted to vomit.

“His flight was delayed.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Sanemi spoke in your ear. The man stood just behind your chair, leaning over to speak. You caught his eye, expression questioning at his sudden and strange answer. Sanemi was drenched you realized, his pale hair plastered to his face. It was only his head and shoulders that were wet, like someone had thrown water in his face. The man looked miserable, not acknowledging your look of concern. 

“He’s just arriving now.” Sanemi nodded towards the main hall. Your heart leapt as you jolted upright, waving of Susamaru as she sidled up to you. Skirt clenched in your right hand, you hurried as quickly as you could to the main hall. Senjuro must’ve seen your wild lurch forward, the boy suddenly at your side, his eyes wide and worried. He grabbed your elbow, allowing you to tug him through the crowd.

Shoving through the crowd, you muttered apologies as you stepped on feet and dress hems. The less than polite movements got you a few raised eyebrows and muttered insults. You ignored them, eyes locked on the hall to the main entrance. Shinjuro was one you passed, the old man laughing quietly as you passed. You ignored the man, only wincing as Senjuro’s grip tightened for a moment as you both practically slid into the main entrance. The large doors were already open and you felt your heart leap as a familiar head of fiery hair came into view. He was alive!

Kyojuro looked tired. His hair was slightly frazzled, not up in a partial ponytail as it usually was. Strands of hair were slicked to his forehead, sweaty brow gleaming slightly in the bright light. The light gray suit he wore was just as much of a mess. It was stained across one pant leg and the right sleeve had a tear. Kyojuro’s chest was also mostly exposed, the buttons sloppily undone nearly to his navel, the white fabric stained a splotchy red. It was as if he had been in the suit for hours. You noted that one of his black dress shoes was untied, the tangled laces dragging lamely behind him. 

He looked terrible.

You rushed over, unable to keep yourself composed. It worried you to see him so out of it. Reaching out you gently touched his face, wincing at the intense heat rolling off his skin. 

Kyojuro looked down at you, his pupils were large. Too large given the amount of light in the main hall. You frowned as he swayed, merely blinking at you. He also had bags under his eyes, almost looking like full on bruises they were so dark.

Was he….You leaned in close, taking his left hand in yours. Kyojuro’s skin was clammy and as you slid your fingers under the cuff of his shirt, you could feel his pulse going a mile a minute. He blinked slowly, his free hand clumsily patting you on the shoulder as he offered a shaking smile. You stared up at him, mind racing as you took in a line of sweat trailing down his temple. His chest was also dewy, toned muscles shining with a layer of sweat.

“ ‘Mmmmm home.” His words were slurred, falling from his lips like clumps of wool. You felt the blood drain from your face as you put it all together. Behind you Senjuro let out a small gasp, the hand on your elbow lifting as he reached out to help his swaying brother.

Kyojuro was drugged. The thought shot through your mind like a knife. Twisting into your brain and freezing you on the spot.

“Um, exCUSE me.” A shrill voice pulled your attention from your husband. Beside him was Kana, the assistant smirking as she draped herself around his right arm. Kyojuro grunted, trying and failing to pull himself from her grip. The shift in weight made him sway harder, the man pulling his hand from yours to press it tightly across his mouth. Senjuro let out another indignant noise, the teen stepping forward with a furrowed brow. He looked furious, cheeks dusted red as he glared at Kana.

“Ro ro and I were in the middle of something.” She shot you a smug look, glee practically dancing across her face. Kana shimmied her rear like an odd duck, the woman apparently unable to physically contain her smug happiness. Her dress was uncomfortably close to letting her breasts spill out, the small silver straps sliding down her arms as she chortled.

“Good for you.” You motioned behind you, knowing without looking that any number of your staff was behind you. It was Susamaru who stepped forward, the woman intentionally flexing as she did so. A part of you died a little inside as the seams of her sleeves just popped, the woman’s muscles finally free.

“Escort Kyojuro upstairs. Please” You stepped slightly to the side, holding in your urge to scream and spit at the currently whining Kana. There was a crowd gathering, not so subtly watching the scene as they pretended to leave. You were slightly grateful, having most of them gathered on the lawn would make it easier to usher the rest out. But a crowd was not something you wanted when confronting Kana. 

From the corner of your eye, you noted Shinjuro, the man smirking into his glass. This was his cherry on top, a scene. Part of you wanted to entertain him, grab Kana by the hair and lug her down the front stairs. If your face wouldn’t end up on a tabloid you might have seriously considered it. But the sight of Gyokko was a reminder that everything would end up as a headline if you weren’t careful. If you and Kyojuro were going to have any chance to dismantle the old drunk’s empire, you needed to have allies. You needed to have a stellar reputation.

When did it become a silent race to destroy the other? You wondered bitterly. Turning just so, you got the old man out of your line of sight. He had started it. With the rules and nastiness. You thought, glancing over at Senjuro. Up until a week ago you had no idea the boy existed. It was a sick and twisted world you had been swept into. If they wanted you to play by their rules, then you would use them to drag Shinjuro down.

“Stooooop!” Kana wailed as Susamaru wrestled her off of Kyojuro. The head maid looked outright disgusted, her dark gaze meeting yours. She had caught on to Kyojuro’s odd state as well. 

“Should I call a physician?” Her question was loud and pointed. You nodded, turning and locking eyes with a red faced Shinjuro. His own composure was slipping and for just a moment, he looked concerned. You tore your gaze from him, choosing instead to throw Kana your most regal glare. 

Susamaru exited, Kyojuro nearly being carried by the woman upstairs. Senjuro followed behind her, the boy fretting quietly over his brother. You waited until they had made it successfully up a flight, then tugged your right ear. Sanemi appeared, slightly less wet. He openly glared at Kana, the corner of his lip curling. 

“Hold her.” You turned, not waiting to watch as he stepped forward. She was whining again, high voice like a knife in your head. Ignoring it to the best of your ability, you clapped once, the sharp sound ringing across the main hall. The murmur that had broken out stopped, the sea of strangers watching you avidly. It was as if for just a moment you were surrounded by well dressed wolves. Their gazes locked on you, watching for the first sign of weakness. 

“Apologies.” You forced a sad smile, hoping it was somewhat believable. The rage in our stomach was building at such a fast pace that it was all you could do to not throttle Shinjuro and Kana. Pressing your hands against your stomach, you allowed yourself a glance up the stairs, confirming that Kyojuro had made it up to the third floor.

“The festivities must end early I’m afraid. Thank you all for coming.” You paused as a murmur of shock and irritation rippled through the gathering. Bowing at the waist, you gave it a moment before straightening. “My husband is unwell and I must attend to him.”

That seemed to spur on at least those who had sympathized with you. They drifted from the estate at their leisure, the whisperings behind cupped hands like the hissing of snakes. The rest were ushered out by Kyogai and Nezuko, the duo incredibly efficient at herding drunk socialites.

When the estate doors were finally shut you almost cried from the intense sense of relief. Shinjuro had unfortunately stayed, the man sitting on the bottom step as he watched you. His eyes were sharp again, the drunken stupor shaken off as if it were nothing. 

You decided to ignore him, turning back to Kana. She was squirming in Sanemi’s hold, the man looking incredibly vexed as he held on to one arm.

“I WAS THE GIFT!” She screeched, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. You ignored the statement and the odd pang of jealousy it caused, stepping closer to the woman. She wriggled angrily, stomping her feet like a child and shrieking wordlessly.

“You are Kyojuro’s assistant Kana.” You reached out with one finger, sliding the strap of her dress back onto her shoulder. She actually snapped at you, teeth clacking together with a horrid noise as she bit the air in your direction.

“NO!” 

Sanemi looked about ready to snap, the pale man huffing as he held her at arm's length. You waited as she shrieked again, feeling oddly calm. The rage had fizzled out, something about her child like behavior had watered down your anger. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you noted that Shinjuro was still staring, focused not on you but rather on Kana. For once his look of outrage was not focused on you. It was odd and again you felt as though something was wrong.

“I told you to leave us be!” Kana hissed at Sanemi. The man rolled his eyes, his grip on her upper arm unyielding. 

“Mr. Rengoku’s safety is my only concern.” Sanemi huffed, his wild eyes sliding to you. 

“Kana, did you drug Kyojuro?” There was no point in beating around the bush. The woman was clearly pissed off and slightly tipsy. Her face flushed red at the question, one strand of hair falling infront of her eyes. 

“I’m the surrogate.” She sniffed, flicking her head back in an odd show of pride. Her hair slid back into her face, ruining whatever air she was putting on.

You had figured as much given her behavior and the conniving nature of your father-in-law. The few times you’d met her, the woman practically spent her days drooling over Kyojuro.

“Answer my question Kana.” You snapped, finally allowing anger to bleed into your voice. She looked slightly stunned at your tone, scowling in response.

“I know him better than you.” She lifted her chin, jutting it out defiantly. As true as that might be, it didn’t matter. Of course she knew him better, she worked with him. She had definitely spent more time with Kyojuro than you. The thought brought back the unwanted feeling of jealousy. Squashing it, you shifted, allowing a scowl to settle on your face.

“Kana. I will call the police.” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. It was something you had toyed with time and time again after each of Shinjuro’s little wild outbursts. He had law enforcement in his wallet, something that went without saying. Kana, however, did not have the same luxury. Your words seemed to strike a nerve with the woman, her eyes rolling wildly in irritation.

“You’re just mad I’m hotter than you.” Kana quipped, giving you a ‘I got you’ look. It almost made you laugh. Almost. Your rage was swelling again, hand clenching into tight fists at your side. 

“Who gave you the drug?” You shifted tactics, knowing full well she would never admit to the act. Kana might be smart enough to not admit to a crime, but not smart enough to get any sort of illicit substance on her own. At least not for cheap, the other woman alway dressed in designer wear. You had seen her type in college, paying triple the price for small amounts of weed.

Kana huffed, trying and failing again to wriggle her arm away from Sanemi. You waited, knowing full well it was Shinjuro who had orchestrated the entire ordeal. 

The other woman squirmed under your intense gaze, her face going slightly pale as she avoided looking at you. Would she give up her employer? Sure Kyojuro was technically her boss, but as it stood, Shinjuro owned the company. What he said goes, even if it was stupid and dangerous. 

Kana mumbled something, her voice too low for you to catch. Sanemi caught it however, eyes going wide as his look of disgust deepened.

“WHAT did you say?” He snarled, shaking her roughly. Kana hiccuped tearfully, trying again to peel the man’s hand off her arm. You took a step forward, placing your hand on Sanemi’s, nodding at him to let her go. He did so, the woman rubbing at the red handprint as she stumbled back. 

“I said. Mr. Muzan gave it to me.” She shrugged lamely, not looking up from the floor. “To help Ro Ro be more open to me.” 

You swallowed the wave of disgust that washed over you. The admission had stunned you into a partial silence. How could you handle this?

Muzan, from the very little you knew about him, was dangerous. He seemed to view people as products to do his bidding. Would the word of one tipsy assistant do anything against his social standing?

Of Course not. Kana would take the fall. You actually felt a smidge of pity for the other woman. Caught like you in the web of games spun by nasty men who had no regards for your lives. That feeling was fleeting however, as Kana seemed to suffer from foot in mouth disease. 

“It seemed easier than my plan to get him drunk.” 

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at her words. “Sanemi, call the police.” 

Kana shrieked at this, apologies and protests bubbling up behind more tears. She flopped to the floor as Sanemi grabbed for her. You watched aghast, as she kicked at him, scooting backwards on the floor like a crab. Her words devolved into wordless noises of outrage as Sanemi pulled her from the floor. 

“NO!” She howled as he lugged her towards the front doors, feet scrambling to gain purchase on the floor. Her face had turned a deep shade of red, teeth bared like a wild animal as she twisted in his grasp.

“Restraining order?” Sanemi grunted, wincing as the top of her head collided with his chin. You nodded wordlessly, stepping back as he tugged the main doors open.

The reporters were still there of course. Gyokko front and center with his camera as Sanemi stepped outside. As the door swung shut, you could see microphones being shoved in Kana’s face, no doubt asking for a comment. Something you knew she would happily give.

Turning away from the doors, you made your way to the stairs, climbing up past Shinjuro before pausing. He was still sitting, silent and oddly sober on the first step. At your movements stopping, he looked up at you, face tired.

“I hope this was worth it.” You watched for a moment as something new crawled across his face. It was a look akin to regret and shame, twisting his face and somehow, making him look younger. Shinjuro bowed his head, one shaking hand coming up to press against his eyes. You turned, not wanting to give him any more of your time and ascended the stairs.

Each step towards your room felt like a step through molasses. It took entirely too long for you to make it to the ornate doors that you had not wanted to leave earlier in the day. Susamaru stood guard outside, her ripped sleeves half heartedly tucked in the waistband of her apron. 

“He’s resting.” She jerked her head at the door, face grim. “I’ve seen that shit before. At Muzan’s clubs.” 

You waited as she paused, the other woman’s face contorting slightly before she reigned in the emotion that she had been battling. She had never really gone into the work she had been doing before the estate. But whatever memory had swam to the surface was clearly a bitter one.

“It messes with your mind, destroys boundaries and your sense of time.” She shook her head, taking a deep breath as she stepped away from the door. “He just has to ride it out. There’s nothing we can give him to counteract it.” 

Your heart squeezed at that, sinking to the pit of your stomach as you placed your hand on the doorknob.

“Nothing the physician can do?” You watched her face twist slightly at the question. She knew more than she was letting on.

“What is it?” Your voice was soft and uncertain. The pit in your stomach seemed to deepen at Susamaru’s look of pure empathy, the emotion so out of place on her. You weren’t sure you actually wanted to know what it was. 

“He calls it Blood Art, a nasty little red pill.” She shook her head in disgust, “Whatever it is, his chemist is the only one who can make it.”

“Will Kyojuro be ok?” You placed a hand against your stomach, trying to battle the intense wave of worry and disgust that swelled in your throat. Susamaru shrugged, her expression becoming grim. 

“Usually yes. The physician seemed to think so” Her eyes didn’t quite meet yours, the strong woman suddenly looking small and uncertain. “But, there have been some who have died from large doses of it.” 

Your heart dropped through the floor and you swayed for a moment before regaining your balance. There was no telling how much of the drug Kana has given him. And you highly doubted the dirty looks Sanemi was no doubt throwing her currently would drag it out. 

Way to kill your eldest son Shinjuro. You thought bitterly, nodding once to Susamaru’s request to retire for the day. 

Entering your bedroom, you were surprised to see Senjuro. The boy had fallen asleep in one of the armchairs after dragging it in front of the door. He jolted awake, hastily standing with raised fist. You moved in surprise, nearly getting clipped on the chin as the boy clumsily jabbed the air. He blinked once, then let out a gasp, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

“Oh! I’m s-s-so sorry!” He stuttered, stumbling back a step. You gave the boy a tired smile, patting his shoulder to reassure him.

“Luckily your sleepy right hook is just a tad slower than me.” 

He chuckled at your response, offering you a small smile. It vanished as a low groan emanated from the bed. You froze, throwing a worried look towards the shadows that lingered there. Kyojuro was a lump under the covers, only a small clump of golden hair visible.

“He has a fever.” Senjuro whispered, his hand slipping into yours. His worried glance didn’t leave the bed, but he seemed wary of drawing closer. “The doctor said it should pass.”

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, unsure of how to respond. Questions danced in your mind, all of them falling short before reaching your lips. It wasn’t as if the boy would have any more answers than you did. 

“Why don’t you go rest. Today has been … a lot.” 

Senjuro’s lips pulled down in a frown, the boy hesitating as he stared at Kyojuro's still form. Squeezing his hand again, you offered a gentle smile.

 “I’ll be with him all night.” 

Senjuro stood still for a minute, chewing at his bottom lip. You could practically see the thoughts racing behind his eyes. Sighing, he finally nodded, hand slipping from yours as he moved towards the door.

“Alright.” Senjuro paused as he reached the door, one hand hovering just above the handle. “Just get me if...” The boy swallowed thickly, words seeming stuck in his throat. “If he’s not ok.” 

You nodded once, trying not to think of the unspoken meaning behind his words. Senjuro took one last glance at his brother before slipping from the room. 

As he left, you felt yourself finally crumple. The resolve and decorum that had kept you barely together shattered and you fell to the floor. One hand pressed to your mouth, you tried to swallow your cries as tears slid down your cheeks.

This is too much. You thought tearfully. The mind games, the punishments. He had gone as far as to harm his own son. And all through other people so at the end of the day, the blood wasn’t on his hands. It was sickening.

The carpet was soft against your forehead, absorbing each silent tear as you shook. You clutched it with one hand, fingers digging into the fibers in a desperate attempt to ground yourself. A mix of anxiety and depression swirled in your chest, threatening to swallow you. Underneath the heavy weight of the depression, a deep burning anger skulked. It slid through your veins like a poison, burning in your chest and escaping out through your hot tears. 

A low groan twisting through the air made you freeze. Quickly jumping to your feet, you brushed the tears from your cheeks as you hurried to the bed.

Kyojuro was still under the blankets, face just barely visible under his tangled hair. You brushed it from his face, wincing at how hot his skin was. Sweat beaded on his skin, sliding slowly down his forehead and onto his golden lashes. 

Should I try to cool him down? You bit your lip, gently swiping a sweat droplet away. Susamaru had said he just needed to ride it out. But still, having that high of a temperature could be dangerous.

You flinched as Kyojuro opened his eyes, blinking blearily up at you. In the dimness of the room you wondered if he could tell who you were. 

“Wife.” His voice was slow and raspy, one hand wriggling from beneath the blanket. He poked you firmly on your right cheek, finger sliding down your neck until his hand lay to rest upon your collar bone. You shuddered at the sensation. Kyojuro’s hand was large, thumb pressing lightly against the hollow of your throat as he smiled up at you. His gaze didn’t quite meet yours, the man having trouble keeping his eyes open. Kyojuro’s skin was much too warm against yours, like he held a sun in the palm of his hand.

“Husband.” You murmured back, trying your best to smile. “Do you want water? A bath? Food?” 

He shifted, shaking his head lazily to each question as he squirmed to get the covers off his chest. Kyojuro seemed uncomfortable but too out of it to do anything. 

“Need sleep.” He slurred, the last word slightly mangled as he pressed his face into the pillow. You took a step back as his hand finally slipped from you. Perhaps Kyogai could help you wrangle him into the bath. Even in the dim light of the room, the beads of sweat that slid across his skin were incredibly apparent. You hoped it meant he was sweating out whatever the drug was. 

Turning towards the doors, you let out a gasp as you were roughly yanked backwards. 

Faster than you had seen, Kyojuro had sat up. The man swayed from his seated position, a large hand wrapped firmly around your wrist.

“Stay.” He rasped, blinking blearily up at you, “Please don’t leave me alone.” 

You felt your lips part slightly in shock, mind suddenly blank as you stared into his flame colored eyes. The request felt strangely intimate for some reason. You quickly shook that thought from your mind, cheeks flushing slightly in shame. The man was drugged and was barely aware of where he was. If he was lucid, would he have ever made a request like that? Perhaps.

“Alright.” You smiled, gently peeling his hand from your wrist. “Let me change.” 

Kyojuro nodded, flopping back onto the pillows. You turned, quickly making your way to the bathroom and stripping. Fancy dress was quickly tossed into a hamper as you hurriedly wiped your makeup off. You were worried that if you took too long, Kyojuro would attempt to get up and find you. With how unsteady he was, he was liable to fall and crack his head open. You shuddered at the thought, tossing your undergarments on top of the dress. 

Susamaru in her infinite wisdom had left you a nightgown and underwear on the bathroom counter. You quickly threw both garments on, allowing yourself one glance in the mirror before rushing back into the bedroom. 

You had been right. Kyojuro had one foot planted on the floor, the other being pulled clumsily from the sheets. He was grumbling, thick fingers pawing uselessly at the silk sheet he was tangled in. 

“Lie down.” You sighed, swiftly, pulling his leg free and shoving it back under the blankets. Kyojuro was sticky with sweat and you grimaced slightly as you helped him swing his other leg back into bed. There was no point in trying to change the sheets, he was sweating as if he were in a sauna. Fresh sheets would just become sullied in a matter of minutes.

“Stay.” Kyojuro was giving you a look that you could only describe as ‘Puppy dog’. Despite being taller than you and built like an MMA fighter, he was managing to make himself look so small and pitiful as you hurried around to your side of the bed.

“I am.” You murmured, slipping beneath the covers and shifting to face him. Kyojuro looked oddly thrilled, the man squirming closer to you with a smile. You flinched as he slid one hand over your waist, tugging you closer. Under the blankets the heat was more akin to two burning suns. Just being this close to him had you breaking out in a sweat.

Should I get the physician again? You wondered, trying and failing to peel his grip from your waist. The man was using his strength to his advantage whether he realized it or not. Kyojuro’s burning hand was firm on your hip, the thin fabric of your nightgown doing little to fend off the heat.

“You mad?” Kyojuro mumbled, thick eyebrows pinched with worry as he watched you. Blinking you shook your head, a small frown making its way onto your face. 

You were mad, furious beyond words. But not with him. Kyojuro had done nothing but simply exist as part of his father’s fucked up plan. You clenched your fist under the covers, trying not to give in to the rage. That would be for later, when Kyojuro was better. Until then, your plans to destroy the head of the Rengoku family could wait.

“Hmmmm, liar.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as Kyojuro moved closer. The man was oddly fast for being so inebriated, his lips pressing against your forehead as he slipped his arm around you. His lips were dry and warm against your forehead. Each sloppy kiss burning against your skin. Golden strands of hair brushed gently against your face, the deep crimson ends tickling your nose. His hair smelled like a mix of old firewood and bergamot, an odd combination that somehow worked for him.

“Kyojuro.” You tried to push him away, heart pounding in your throat. He was drugged, he had no grasp on what he was doing. You didn’t want him to wake up with regrets or hurt. 

“Wife.” His response was to grab your ass, the man chuckling to himself as you yelped. Face burning you squirmed, failing to peel yourself from his iron grip. Your field of vision was entirely just his chest. The span of smooth flesh, burning against your flushed face as you pushed against the hard plane of his pecs in vain. Kyojuro nuzzled the top of your head, the hand not occupied with your ass cheek, sliding up to deftly pinch your breast. 

You yelped again, smacking at the offending hand. The man was either oblivious or purposefully ignoring your attempts to stop his wandering hands.

“Kyojuro, behave!” 

It wasn’t that you were opposed to him touching you. Kyojuro was incredibly attractive. You had won the husband jackpot in many regards with him, especially when it came to looks. But you weren’t ready for intimacy. Not yet and especially not while he was drugged.

You could count the amount of times you had done anything romantic with him on one hand. And all of them had been at the behest of “keeping up appearances”. The most intimate thing the two of you had done was the naked crying two months ago. An accidental occurrence that you were secretly worried was the reason behind his absence.

You relaxed as Kyojuro sighed, the man sliding his hands back to your waist. The loose hug was nice and you decided that it would be fine. 

“Go to sleep Kyo.” You smoothed his hair away from his face, offering up a tired smile. Kyojuro nodded, his eyes half lidded as he nestled back into the soft pillows. He was quick to fall asleep, the heavy lines that had been creasing his face smoothing as he relaxed. The bruised skin under his eyes was still strong, giving him an almost dead appearance in sleep. 

With his grip loosened, you slowly peeled his hands from your waist. He shifted slightly and you froze, waiting for a moment before slipping from the bed. 

Padding back into the bathroom, you grabbed the long hair scissors that had never gotten any use. They reflected the low light of the bathroom up at you as you stared down at them. It wasn’t much but it would have to do.

Flicking off the light you made your way past the bed and to the chair Senjuro had moved. He was a smart kid, had the same idea as you it seemed. Settling in you draped the blanket over your legs, carefully holding the scissors in your lap. 

The plush armchair was soft against your back, a feeling that normally would have lulled you to sleep. But not this time, not tonight.

You shifted slightly, allowing a glance back at the bed to confirm your husband still slept peacefully. His golden hair spilled over one pillow, chest moving slowly as he softly snored. 

Good.

Settling back in the chair, you kept your eyes locked on the large doors that lead to the hall. Tonight you would keep watch. Keep watch and plan. Shinjuro was going to pay, he had crossed a line you had never thought he was capable of. For too long everyone had just rolled with the punches.

You would punch back.

Part 6 (pending)

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[haikiria-san]

Presentation

Hello, I'm Haikiria and I write Headcanons, Drabbles and Imagines from Demon Slayer!

Request: 0/5 OPEN

What I write for:

Sfw

Character x Reader

Female and Gender Neutral Reader

Romantic and Platonic

AU's

Hurt/Confort, Angst, Comedy, Fluff

What I NOT write for:

Nsfw/Smut/+18

Yandere

Violence and/or abuse

Anything disgusting

Male Reader

Really sensive topic's

Characters I NOT write:

Shinjuro Rengoku

Ruka Rengoku

Muichiro's Parents

Tanjiro and Nezuko's Parents and Siblings

Susamaru

Yahaba

Genya and Sanemi's Siblings

Kaigaku

Murata

Naho, Kiyo and Sumi

Ubuyashiki's Children

Urami

Rules:

Respect, be respectfull with EVERYONE

I not post soo often, and understand this

Anything about smut in my blog, please

Ageless and minors blogs CAN interact

If you send me a request when they're closed, I will ignore them

Especific the gender of the Reader if you want, and if not, I'll make them GN

I will write LBGT+, so RESPECT the them please

If you broke this rules you will be blocked

Recurrent posts:

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[randoimago]

How Muzan, Rui, Kyogai, Yahaba and Susamaru would react to their demon S/O being decapitated in battle, only to resurrect from the ashes, continue attacking and act like nothing happened after battle?

S/O Being Killed Only to Come Back

FANDOM: Demon Slayer

Character(s): Muzan, Kyogai, Rui, Yahaba, Susamaru

Type of Request: Headcanons 

Word Count: 518

Note(s): Okay so I finished writing then looked to see that you mentioned S/O resurrecting from their ashes and totally forgot to add that detail so my bad for that 😅 I hope you still enjoy it though!!

Kyogai

He sees what happened to you and is immediately hitting his drums to rotate the room so he can move to grab your body and move it away from the enemy.

Kyogai sees that you body hasn’t evaporated so he knows that you’re still hanging on and he’s moving you to a safer area, hitting his drums to confuse the enemy further so he can get you out of the way.

You waking up and wanting to rejoin the fight causes him to give you a sharp, “No”. 

You almost died and he’s not going to let you put yourself on this path again. He can handle the enemy. You just get some rest.

Muzan

He watched your decapitated form fall and he felt anger but pushed it aside to be annoyed instead.

He made you a demon. He knows how strong you are. He knows that you're weren't just defeated this easily.

Is ready to enact a lot more than just revenge on the person that harmed you but then sees your body standing and reattach your head. Muzan just scoffed at that.

He knew you weren't actually dead. He would've killed you if you died.

Rui

Oh he is livid when he sees his S/O being killed. Your role was to be by his side. How dare these demon slayers take you from him?!

Is already getting his webs prepared. The enemy doesn't even get a second to process their deaths.

Rui huffs before he sees you getting up, ready to fight only to see that there's no one left to fight. Rui feels livid as he has to stop himself from hurting you for making him feel that you left him.

Warns you not to do that again. If he sees you do that again then he'll make sure that you can't come back.

Susamaru

She's frozen when she sees her S/O fall in battle. Rage just fills her at the sight as she sends her Temari at the enemy full force.

She's yelling and screaming and just not giving a damn with how reckless she's being.

Sees your body start moving out the corner of her eye and she sighs in relief. Holding back the tears as she tries to joke about how she knew you wouldn't die so easily.

Makes you promise to never do that again because she was worried and doesn’t know what she would have done if you actually died.

Yahaba

Watching you get decapitated pisses Yahaba off, but he knows that he can’t do anything for you until he kills the enemy. 

He’s doing his best to be swift and clean with his kills but he ends up making a couple mistakes due to his rage that he is desperately trying to keep from bubbling up.

When he sees you get up he lets out a sigh and tells you to play jokes another time and help him out.

Flicks you on the forehead after the fight for worrying him, but he does give you a “I was worried” just to let you know that he does care.

#demon slayer x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #muzan x reader #yahaba x reader #susamaru x reader #rui x reader #kyogai x reader

[ficharsimp]

Haunted house Susamaru and Zenitsu Agatsuma

@moon-mars-ikemen

Second part for the event!

Susamaru

oh this girl

the ghosts would be the ones scared

no shits given. She’ll walk through the haunted house like it’s a stroll in the park

lowkey takes the opportunity to show off her strength

will make a big show of protecting you from the monsters

if you´re easily scared, she’s happy in a twisted way

this means she’ll have to keep you safe, and it makes her feel delighted

again, she’d make a big show of walking in front of you with her head held high and loudly threatening any ghosts

no she’d literally throw hands with the paranormal for you

you really appreciate this, she does make you feel safe

she would try to scare you tho

“Hey Y/N, did you know the ghosts get mad when you mess with their things? So if I sat in this chair right here…” “DO NOT”

if you’re really frightened, she’d hold your hand or warp an arm around your waist and pull you close

she’d either tease you endlessly or her tsundere side would start to show

and if you’re not scared it’s a whole different story

y’all would be having a blast

you’re more likely to visit the house at night

Susamaru is secretly glad you can keep up with her

you two probably tried to summon Bloody Mary or something

“Would the ghosts mind if we take this?” “Nah.” “Yeah that’s what I thought.”

just hope you don’t grab anything cursed

sleepover at a haunted house? yes please!

you’d try to out-scare each other with creepy stories

Susamaru would definitely win this

you also play hide and seek. Susamaru always beats you though, because her senses are really sharp

but it’s still super fun

you both agree you have to do this again next year

Zenitsu

how did you even convince him lmao

you’d have to put in a lot of pleading and puppy dog eyes to get Zenitsu to agree

he starts regretting his choices as soon as you’re outside the house

“Y/N, c-can I wait for you here…?”

he’s not getting out of it

let’s hope you’re on the braver side

if you are, Zenitsu is a bit more comfortable

he will hide behind you

spooked by every little thing

“Ah! What was that??? Something moved over there!!!” “That’s... your reflection, Zeni. You’re looking at a mirror.” “...oh”

don’t try to scare him please, unless you want to carry a fainted Zenitsu around

the sooner you get out the better for him. If you wanted to explore for a long time… well, too bad

treat him to a hot chocolate afterwards <3 He’d really appreciate it

now if you’re also easily scared

welp. Simply put, you’re both doomed

why would you suggest a haunted house in the first place

you argue over who goes in first

eventually you settle it by walking side by side, gripping each other's hands tight

you’re both trying to hide behind the other

you stay there for ten to fifteen minutes maximum

y’all are racing to the exit when you’re done checking out the rooms

getting some comfort food afterwards is a must

unfortunately neither of you are getting any sleep that night

Divider by: @ firefly-graphics Hope you liked this!

#🎃halloween event🎃 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #zenitsu agatsuma #zenitsu x reader #susamaru #susamaru x reader #almost forgot to post this lmao #this is a bsd writing blog she said #*proceeds to write for demon slayer* #have I mentioned how much I love my feral demon girl #she deserves more attention #anyway rambling over #I do hope this was good <3

[signedeclipse]

Hello. Can I request SFW headcanons for Daki and (if you write about her) Susamaru with S/O, who is very stealthy?

Daki

- Daki never liked being alone - But unfortunately she really enjoyed peace and quiet, which most she knew could not do - Which is why she values you plenty - You are always there, next to her, blending into your surroundings while you perform tasks - But its like the warmth of a ray of sunshine, not a detail one pays attention to, and easy to forget until its gone - She swears the room is colder without you in it - Sometimes you do manage to startle her because she truly just forgets and melts in the warmth - But then you'll ask her something or hum a tune and she whips around  - It’s impressive, but she threatens asks you not to tell anyone that you can do it so easily - She rather no one catch wind of you to begin with, which is another reason she is thankful of your stealth  - If no one knows you, or notices you, you will remain safe

Susamaru

- She loves to play games, any kind, and usually prefers to play the hunting role - Fortunately you didn’t mind playing prey, because you were damned good at it - Susamaru could catch anyone, or at the very least skim them with the temari balls - Yet, SOMEHOW, she could not even manage to keep them trained on you - It was like you weren't there to begin with, impossible to track - She gives you nicknames like ‘ghost’ and ‘poltergeist’  - Above all she is proud of you - Because her main trait is physical strength you compliment one another perfectly in combat - You become her eyes and she becomes your driving force - Even as a human she trusts you to spy easily and get away with what she needs to know - Obviously speaks about the day you will become a demon all the time, and highlights how powerful you will become - “If you can already hide from demons and demon slayers, I’m sure as a demon you would evade even hashiras and upper moons!”

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Authors Note - I'm glad you asked for them both :] I write for practically anyone so long as they are named in the manga/show! Thank you for requesting <3

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #daki #susamaru #daki x reader #susamaru x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba #headcanons #demon slayer headcanons #kny headcanons #kny x reader #reader insert

[serodev]

hello Sero (๑･̑◡･̑๑) ！！ I go by Korone and Pekora online ,, ( ころね | ぺこら ) i like singing and dancing ( sometimes writing ) as a hobby ! I don’t know what sexuality I am at the moment but I do know I prefer girls,,, some more of my hobbies include ; I really like watching vtubers, especially Korone & Pekora-San,, being the reason I go by Pekora and Korone online ! (*⁰▿⁰*) i really like vocaloid as well, and I love Kakegurui !

I don’t really dislike a lot of things but I do dislike working ( school work , planting , cleaning, etc ) I get lazy very easily (*´Д｀*). I don’t really care if I get matched with a human or demon but I do prefer demons ψ(｀∇´)ψ.

Note(s): Aww, the reason why you go by Korona and Pekora online is really adorable!! I'm actually interested in Kakegurui as well - I haven't really watched it yet, but the anime's art style looks really pleasing!

I match you up with...

Susamaru!

» Something about your personality and dislikes just tells me that Susamaru would probably be the best demon S/O you could have!

» One of the many reasons for this match-up is that Susamaru would keep you active, and I'm sure that she would also make sure that she will also encourage and praise you for the work you do!

» However, I think that she would accidentally end up cheering you a bit too much ^^" Not by much, but definitely enough that you would need a longer break to wind down from it.

» Anyway! Some of her favorite things to do with you would totally include watching vtubers with you, and she would also buy you Vocaloid figurines here and there as a present! She loves to make you happy, after all!

» Another positive note to mention is that she thrives on seeing you happy! She may not show it outside, but she lives to see you smile every time she happens to say something funny or when she buys you something that you like!

#susamaru #kny susamaru #susamaru x you #susamaru x y/n #susamaru x reader #kny x reader #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #minor character #sero writes #kny matchup

[kinokomynx]

Hellooo Frøggy ! I hope you’re having a splendid day !

Could I request Susamaru with a male friend that has literally no energy ? he just prefers to sleep and not do anything ?

take your time , and you don ’ t have to do this if you don ’ t want to !

- ENA

Authors Note: Hi of course!! Thank you for the request, and I am having an splendid day! Just cleaned my room and made myself an actual proper meal which I’m happy for ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

  @caniscreamintoanabyss which is mosses new account! Also sorry I made this short. This was rushed, and I didn’t know what to put because I cannot think straight and I just did this at 4am and now just edited. 

 Please excuse me for making this late. I was handling my mental health/College, but felt good this week so I started / finished it! Even though this took a month I think, I’m so sorry  Since you didn’t clarify if you wanted a Demon or Human, so I decided to do a Human! Also please excuse me for making mistakes, if I made any. Still learning English, even though I’ve been in America for 2 years ;-;

Warning(s) : None!

You really were not interested in this, like at all. You don’t even remember how you agreed to this. You, Yahaba and Susamaru were just hanging out and drinking tea while you were over here trying you’re best not to fall asleep. But, all of sudden. Susamaru asked you if you wanted to help her train, even though you are human. You, of course, agreed to whatever she was saying without thinking. Yahaba just yelled at Susamaru to go easy on you but Susamaru just waved her hand. She yanked grabbed you and sped off in the distance. You, of course, were confused as hell and but were way tired to even notice you guys stopped running. She ended making you stand on the other side of the field, but before she could go on the other side. She heard a loud thump and with a small “Oh”. She turned and saw you “Dead”. 

She started worrying but then noticed you were snoring. She threw a huge UGH and picked you up to bring you back home..

Now let’s get to the real part. I think she’d be fine with it, but be annoyed at times. She’d always throw a fit, but would find it cute because she gets to cuddle you- (In a friendly way). She loves to tease you as well, such as whne you’re about to fall asleep., She’ll say you wanna go outside which makes you wake up fast. She’ll always laugh it off 

Otherwise, I don’t think she’d mind but would be pretty annoyed..

#uhh #susamaru #susamaru x #susamaru x reader #i'm sorry for making this late #:(((((

[justanotherartistgirl]

A gift for @theathrummundi with the prompt of “Person A having to rescue Person B from a pack of kittens/puppies” said prompt being taken from https://atsuzaki-playground.neocities.org

Send an ask if you have a request of your own <3

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Yahaba didn’t like animals. Well, he was okay with the concept of them and a great many looked cute indeed, they just tended to be quite problematic. Fur, feathers, old skins, many animals tended to leave messes everywhere they went, things just as annoying as dust. Not to mention leaving disgusting waste around and making things smell, often also having fun destroying furniture and things as well. Petting them also tended to be a rather awkward ordeal with the eyes on his hands which if asked no it did not make him uncomfortable and Susamaru could just shut up with their annoying comments and questions.

Still, he’d decided these were things he’d just have to deal with when it came to you, with you being the animal lover that you are. It was fine, this was all okay, he could deal with this, it wasn’t the end of the world. A few cats and dogs could never take someone of his calibre down.

Not to mention how adorable it was to see soft fuzzy creatures swarm to you begging for food and attention. The little fools seemed to have no clue that none of them could ever receive more affection from you than he. Susamaru would disagree and claim they were your favourite, but they tended to do whatever they could do to get on his nerves most of the time so he’d decided to disregard their opinion entirely.

Sometimes the little creatures would come to him for attention. He’d usually shoo them away, although other times he’d decide giving them a little scratch behind the ear wouldn’t hurt.

Every now and then Susamaru would just dump one on him and he’d have to gently move it to the side before blasting them through the wall so they could beat each other into the dirt without hurting any animals. Even still that’d result in worrying you and a large scolding about getting along.

It was just another night with him as the first one to return to the house. This wasn’t an uncommon phenomenon as with the house being a no-fighting zone, he was eager to avoid Susamaru deciding to throw some dirt or dust upon him. He was always happy to be able to open the door and greet you with a hug and a soft kiss to your hand or cheek.

“Welcome home, dear.” He’d say as Susamaru rolled their eyes. “I’m glad to see your safe return.”

“You say that as though I would’ve let them die.”

“Hm, well you are rather clumsy and dumb so it isn’t too bizarre that someone may kidnap them while you’re around.”

A huff escaped the temari demon. “One of these days when you speed ahead I’m just gonna run away with them and find a new place to live where it’s just the two of us!”

“I wouldn’t let you.”

“I can’t just leave my pets behind.” You’d state simply.

A few times he’d hold the patience to walk with both you and Susamaru. Sometimes they’d both decide to carry you together, often each trying to sweep you off your feet to carry you bridal style before squabbling and arguing about both wanting you, before eventually settling on both just carrying you at once.

Other times he’d trick Susamaru into going on ahead just to have some more alone time with you on the way home. You’d often stop for a short few minutes, just to enjoy the atmosphere of the night with them for a little longer before having to hurry up before Susamaru got impatient.

However on this night where he’d decided he couldn’t bear to listen to the temari demon any longer he’d gone on ahead and entered the house first. Unlike usual, however, he was prevented from doing anything as the moment he’d opened the door he couldn’t help but to fall back as a crowd of loud cats, kittens and dogs of varying colours and sizes stormed him, then keeping him in place as they climbed up onto his lap, meowing up at him loudly.

“What the-?! What’s all this about?!” Why did they surround him? Why were they making such noise? Damn it, maybe he should’ve just stayed behind with the others, so that you could deal with this instead! Yet here he sat, animals pushing at him from all sides and making a cacophony of noise.

This was embarrassing... “Get off of me!” He tried to gently move them, yet they refused to budge and he found himself unable to move, simply waiting there helplessly for the others to arrive.

It thankfully didn’t take too long before he heard Susamaru’s voice and he moved his hands to see them running up towards him, you still calmly walking behind.

“You sure seem to have your hands full, huh?” The temari demon asked with a giggle.

“Don’t just stand there! Can’t you help?!” He asked as he once more tried to move the animals away which, for a moment, almost seemed to work.

The animals however didn’t seem interested in freeing him, but rather in trapping Susamaru as well as they began to surround them also.

“Woah! Sorry Yahaba, but I’m in the same boat now!”

A frustrated sigh escaped him. “You’re so useless...”

Thankfully for the two of them, that’s where you arrived, unable to prevent yourself from laughing at the sight. The two were adorable, immobile as adorably fuzzy little creatures surrounded them from all sides.

“Quit laughing already, can’t you help?” Yahaba asked, clearly a little embarrassed with a slight pink colour dusting his cheeks. “Why are they even doing this, anyways?”

“Of course.” You smiled, carefully moving around the crowd as you tried to reach the door. Of course the group turned their attentions to you and all tried to follow. “Susamaru must have forgotten to feed them earlier.”

At this the arrow demon turned his attention to the temari demon. A simple “Oops” was all she said.

You resolved the situation easily, carefully moving with the pets all following as you moved to their food bowls and promptly fed them.

After the fiasco was solved you returned to your partners with a smile, wrapping them into a warm hug once Yahaba had finished dusting himself off. “C’mon, let’s go sit down, alright?” You held their hands as you led them somewhere comfier to sit down and cuddle.

“Next time you shouldn’t trust Susamaru to remember anything important...” Yahaba grumbled.

“Hey! I’m perfectly trustworthy!”

A fond sigh escaped you as you rubbed circles with your thumb over the palm of Susamaru’s hand and moved your hand through Yahaba’s hair. The kittens and puppy were soft but sometimes you were convinced Yahaba’s hair was softer.

“Don’t worry Yahaba, I can always save you from the oh-so-deadly kittens and puppies of the land.”

He let out an embarrassed huff, leaning into your touch. “I know that already. "

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[randynova]

✞ 𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔇𝔬𝔪𝔞 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 ✞

ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ғɪᴄs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ɴsғᴡ ᴜɴʟᴇss sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ.

♤ 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚊

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐟...

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝐷𝑜𝑚𝑎 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡/ 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 ℎ𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑓𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠 - 𝑦𝑜𝑢.

♤ 𝙶𝚢𝚞𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚘

𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝐺𝑦𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑦, 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛, 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡.

𝕲𝖞𝖚𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖔'𝖘 𝖂𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 "𝐷𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ", 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙.

Not really NSFW

ᴏʜ, ᴍᴀᴍɪ...

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐹𝑒𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ, 𝐺𝑦𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑦𝑐𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

♤ 𝙼𝚞𝚣𝚊𝚗

What if... (WIP)

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑓 𝑀𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑟𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟, ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 '𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠' 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟𝑠. 𝑌𝑒𝑡, ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.

♤ 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚋𝚘

Forgive Me, Father (WIP)

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐾𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑝𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛, 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ, ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎer 𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑒. 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙, ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑒𝑡.

♤ 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚣𝚊

𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑟 𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 (WIP)

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝐴𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑎, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑡𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝐹𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑀𝑢𝑧𝑎𝑛, ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑠, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝.

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[yamuuu]

Susamaru is definitely a freak in the sheets. Would you like to write to write Susamaru x fem reader NSFW?

Yes~! It’s so nice to see a Susamaru request! Please don’t read this if you are a minor, or uncomfortable with sexual activities.

Susamaru

Definitely a dom, rarely a sub

But when she’s a sub she’ll either, a, get mad for you doing something and resort to being a dom again, or b, be a needy sub

LET ME TELL YOU

SHE LIKES IT ROUGH

Susamaru loves rubbing both of your clits together

Definitely a tease in bed, gives you hickies, and sloppy, mess make out sessions

Her moans get louder when she gets more pleasure

I imagine that Susamaru would enjoy getting eaten out

But she’d totally be the person to wrap her legs around your head when she’s being horny and tell you that you can’t go unless you’ve eaten her out

When she’s horny there’s 2 different ways to tell you, finding out she’s horny, or her down right just launching herself at you and starting sex

Susamaru has definitely broke the bed multiple times

But lowkey I think that Susamaru could grow dicks

WHEN THIS GIRL USES A STRAP DURING SEX SHE WILL STRAIGHT UP ABUSE YOUR HOLES

Makes sure you don’t walk when she has a strap on

Rarely has soft, cuddly sex

When she’s getting teased she’ll blush and tell you to go faster

Would probably like a strap on in her ass, I don’t know why but I feel like she would just be like that???

Missionary and doggy style are used a lot

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[nichirinpen]

Flame in His Heart

Rengoku x Reader

Part 4 (Part 3 here)

Synopsis- An arranged marriage, a horrible father-in-law and a husband who seemed content ignoring you. Can you weather the larger storm brewing? Will Kyojuro ever open up to you?

Content Warnings: AFAB reader descriptions, slow burn, mentions of alcoholism (not the reader), strangers to friends to lovers,  dark themes

~Minors DNI~

One day until the party and still no Kyojuro. You sat at your vanity, picking through the many drawers of jewelry. The cold metal slid like silk beneath your fingers. You chewed at your bottom lip, picking over the fine silver and gold, the pieces shone softly in the bedroom light. There wasn’t a piece in particular you were searching for. In truth, digging through the drawers was just you buying time. Between the silence from Kyojuro and the looming party, your mind was a mess of anxiety. You had yet to pick out a dress for the event, your focus had entirely been on redoing the event theme. And today it was focused too much on your cell phone. The small device shoved deep in your pocket, silent and heavy. Kyojuro hadn’t said yet when he would be home. 

Worst than all of that however was Shinjuro. He had also gone silent, none of his butlers bothering you, no rude messages over the phone. It disturbed you greatly. Just what was he planning for tomorrow? It wasn’t like him to go quiet, not for this long, the man took too much pleasure in dictating almost every little moment of your life. The silence only added to the storm in your mind.

You jumped as there was a knock at your door. Your heart leapt excitedly, for just a moment you thought perhaps Kyojuro was home. But no, this was his room as well, he had no need to knock.

“Come in.” You called over your shoulder, sliding the small jewelry case closed as you did so. 

The large door opened and you watched as Susamaru shuffled backwards, dragging a large box in with her. The box seemed to fight the woman, her arms shaking slightly as she strained to tug it across the carpet. Susamaru grunted as she tugged it to the bed, standing up and rotating her shoulders. The box sat like a large toad, its shabby cardboard out of place in the elegance of your bedroom.

“This just arrived, sender is Shinjuro Rengoku.”

You shared a look of disgust with her. The other woman had become a confidant of sorts in the past few days, her hatred of Shunjuro matched yours with its intensity. She spoke loudly and proudly of her dislike of the man, much to her quieter companions' chagrin. But for you, it felt good to have a friend in the cold and empty manor. You wouldn’t doubt that when push came to shove, and it certainly would tomorrow, Susamaru would be at your side. 

Standing, you walked to the large box, trying to discern what horrors lay hidden inside. It was addressed to you, not the manor so it couldn’t be event items. Besides all that was left was for the catering to show and that wouldn’t happen until tomorrow. 

You tapped a nail against the thick cardboard, wondering if you could just shove it in the back of your closet. It was preferable but depending on what was inside there might be consequences to ignoring this “gift”. 

Susamaru took an envelope opener from her pocket, swiftly cutting the tape open. You carefully opened the box, body tense as you peeked inside. What manner of humiliation had he sent your way?

“What the heck.” You frowned as magenta tulle sprung from the box, nearly smacking you in the face. Whatever it was had barely been contained by the box. The gaudy fabric spilled forth like a pink river and as you tugged it from the box it seemed never ending. Foot after foot of the frilly fabric spilled forth, each tug revealing another layer inside the box. Susamaru moved to help, the other woman muttering curses as yet another yard of magenta fabric sprung forth. It pooled around your feet, tangling as you shifted. After what felt like ages, you had finally tugged the monstrosity free.

“What the heck is this?” You asked out loud, more so to yourself than Susamaru. The head maid shrugged, digging through the fabric. You grimaced as you assisted. Whatever it was, it was made with tulle and velvet, two fabrics that had horribly clashing textures. As you dug you frowned, the magenta matched the original party theme. God was it curtains? You sincerely hoped not. Mukago had actually managed to find red linens, the small woman working all week to slowly transform the house from dull greens to warm reds. The estate radiated warmth for the first time since you had been there. 

Even Ms. Gloria, in all her nastiness, had complied with your request for gold and crimson party decor, her snotty assistant dropping everything off with a huff. You were not about to back track a week's worth of work for a bunch of ugly as sin curtains.

Your fingers hit something metallic and you tugged, dragging forth whatever it was from the sea of pink. In your grasp was a metal clasp. You tugged at the heavy fabric, taking in a row of clasps, all leading up to a strange oval in the fabric. Not an oval, a neckline.

“Oh my god.” You took it in both hands, holding up the top of the monstrosity. “This is a dress.” 

Susamaru’s mouth dropped open as she took in the velvet bodice that led to the massive skirt and ridiculous poofy sleeves. The garment was so heavy it made your arms shake as you held it up. It was not made for comfort, this was 100% made to humiliate you and be difficult to wear. 

“If you wear that you will look like a fucking pompom.” Susamaru was blunt but correct. The dress hung heavily from your grasp, its sea of fabric nearly swallowing your legs just by standing near it.

“I’m not wearing this.” You dropped your arms, grimacing down at the magenta puddle. Shinjuro might assume you lived in the palm of his hand, but this was too much even for the submissive parts of you. As much as you didn’t want to attract the man’s attention, you also didn’t want to wear a 100 pound dress for a day. An image of you limping from guest to guest at the pace of a snail swam to light and you scowled, kicking at the dress disheartedly. This would get you in more trouble but frankly it would be worth the hassle.

Susamaru tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, jabbing at the box with a thumb. “Wanna shove it back where it came from?”

You nodded silently, the two of you shoving the fabric back with difficulty. It did not go all the way back in, several feet hung from the box. Kicking it resentfully, you tugged the heavy box into the walk in closet. It took effort, your shoulders popping as you shoved it into a far corner. It sat, toadlike once again in the shadows.

“You should wear something sexy tomorrow.” You raised an eyebrow at Susamaru’s words, only slightly surprised. The last few days you had learned the woman was very blunt and rather crass. It was refreshing in a way, although you knew it stressed the other staff out. They probably assumed it would get them all in trouble. 

Looking at the many dresses that sat neatly in your closet, you mulled over her words. It was a one year wedding anniversary party. You had never been to an anniversary party before, so you weren’t too sure what was considered normal. Although given that Shinjuro was the one making the guest list you doubted this event was any sort of normal. Running a hand over the various fabrics you looked through the large selection. Half of these you hadn’t ever worn, they just sat after being delivered. 

Shinjuro was an ass like that, seeming to enjoy extravagant shopping trips, filling his son and your closet with outfits you had never worn. It made you wonder just how stuffed the old man’s closet was. You doubted his shopping sprees were limited to just you. 

“So, the colors we went with are warm and fiery. What about matching that?” Susamaru leaned against the closet door, arms crossed over her chest as she took in the dresses. 

While you agreed with her, there was nothing in the closet that was red or yellow. Closest thing was the magenta monstrosity you’d rather forget. Glancing at it from the corner of your eye, you wondered why he had even gone with magenta. The man had made sure nothing close to red ever entered any of the Rengoku estates. Magenta was really toeing the line.

“I suppose I should go shopping.” You mused, twisting your lips in a frown. Going out and trying on a multitude of dresses did not sound like your kind of day. Although, it might have to be done.The wall of blue, green and black dresses that stared back at you was like an ugly bruise. There wasn’t even a white one you could try to dye. Your mind briefly went to your wedding dress, but you quickly squashed it. Dying that red seemed like an invitation for Shinjuro to murder you.

“Rui could use some time out of the estate.” Susamaru pushed off the door frame as she spoke. You followed her from the closet, nodding at her words. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. Tapping a golden nail against your wedding band, you considered your options. Wear black and look way out of place. Wear the magenta dress and look like a clown. Or go shopping and maybe find something that would match you to the decor and your husband. 

If he would even be there.

The nasty thought you had been trying so hard not to think cropped up. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to let it grow. It was difficult however, the thought made too much sense. It would be like Shinjuro to throw a party and prevent his own son from attending. The action would make Kyojuro look uncaring and callous. Although it wouldn’t really humiliate you, it would bring you pity from the other high class wives. Shinjuro liked to flaunt his son however and to have him miss it would also reflect poorly on the old drunk. You knew this was least likely the route of pay back the old man was taking, yet the thought plagued you. 

“I think I will go out.” You hurried from your room, Susamaru hot on your heels. The two of you made it to the second floor and you paused, turning towards Senjuro’s room. 

The boy, while grateful, had been incredibly withdrawn and sad. Part of it you figured was a part of his personality, he seemed naturally quiet and withdrawn. But the other part seemed to be just straight depression. Senjuro wallowed in it, meekly going from the library to his room without saying much. 

“I’ll go get Rui.” Susamaru shot over her shoulder as she hurried down the stairs. You paused, then made your way to Senjuro’s room, pausing for a moment before knocking softly. There was no sound, the doors remained closed. You knocked again, softly calling the boy's name. A small noise leaked through the door. You waited patently, a slight sense of worry tickling the back of your mind. 

Genya hadn’t said anything but you knew he was worried about Senjuro as well, the whole household was. The young man walked the halls like a small ghost, his eyes often red from crying. In the dark of night you had caught him drifting from room to room, his thick eyebrows pinched over watery eyes. The library seemed to be his favorite, the place once your solace now a refuge for a little fire ghost. 

You weren’t sure what to say or do to sooth his troubled soul. All you could do was hope Kyojuro would be home soon.

The door cracked up, one watery amber eye peeking out at you. From the crack you could tell the room was dark, all of the curtains shut. The worry in your chest itched and you swallowed it. Smiling at the boy, you motioned towards the front hall.

“I was wondering if you’d join me shopping? I need a dress for tomorrow.” 

The boy blinked, then opened the door wider and slipped out. Senjuro looked tired, his face red and swollen from crying. You decided not to comment on his appearance, not wanting to upset the boy further. As much as your suggestion of a warm bath would be coming from a good place, you could tell he was barely hanging on. Senjuro trailed after you quietly as you made your way downstairs. 

Rui was already waiting by the front door, the pale child picking at his sweater sleeve. You smiled at the sight. After the appalling first day and learning that the staff were unpaid by Muzan, you had let Susamaru go crazy with the Manor card, insisting that they got clothing they felt comfortable in. Rui had picked out a set of spider sweaters, they were identical, the boy advising that the pattern made him happy. You were just happy he was no longer stuffed into a suit that was 3 sizes too big for him. 

“Hello Mrs. Rengoku.” Rui bowed to you, then to Senjuro. You waved him off with a smile. Despite your best efforts the boy still used formalities. Quickly slipping on your coat, you helped Rui into his, the small boy nearly disappearing into the white puffy fabric. You swallowed a laugh at how much he looked like a snowman. Senjuro wore his thin school jacket and you felt disheartened, the memory of his assurance he didn’t need anything when you had offered to buy him a thicker coat. It made you wonder just what Shinjuro said or done to crush the boy so much. Shaking it from your head, you sighed, grabbing your purse from its spot on the hall table. The three of you stepped out into the chill of January. 

“AH” You nearly slipped on the front stairs, your heels sliding against the icy stone. Senjuro steadied you quickly, helping you walk unsteadily down the few steps. You pursed your lips, keeping in the curses that bubbled in your throat, not wanting to teach Rui any new words. Instead you internally cursed Shinjuro, because of him you had no footwear that was appropriate for winter. Just a sea of heels lived in your closet.

“I’ll get Genya.” Senjuro spoke softly, the boy jogging across the driveway to the garage. While he had a new room, Genya still had maintenance to do on the many vehicles the Rengoku’s owned. The kid was handy and determined. You shivered as a gust of wind hit you, the icy air feeling sharp against your face. Rui pressed closer to you, the boy grabbing your hand with his icy fingers. You hoped the garage was warm, the thought of Genya working in this temperature brought visions of frost bitten fingers and nose. You sneezed in sympathy, nose tickling as the sharp wind cut into your face again.

Genya seemed alright, his cheeks rosy as he jogged up to you with Senjuro in tow. The boy’s smile was wide as he unlocked the nearest car, the doors cracking open slightly as the layer of frost broke.

“Where to Mrs. Rengoku?” You paused as you were about to get in the car, frowning as you realized you didn’t actually know where to go. Sure there were the shops in town, but would they have what you needed? In the year you had been married to Kyojuro, you hadn’t ever gone clothing shopping.  Sliding into the back, you helped buckle Rui as you tried to remember the nearest dress shop. Your mind was blank, nothing swimming to the surface. 

“Is there a dress shop nearby?” You leaned forward, looking through the stupid seat divider that sat in your way. Genya thought for a moment, taping his fingers against the wheel. 

“Like normal or fancy?” You were lightly thrown by his question. Did he mean normal as in everyday where for any one, or normal as in what was normal for you? You paused as you thought, trying to think exactly what level of dress you actually needed for the event.

“Why don’t we go to the Pink Cat?” It was Senjuro, talking to his knees, face red from the cold. The name didn’t ring any bells for you, but Genya seemed to know the place. The car sprang to life, heat blasting from the front as Genya departed from the estate. You sat back with a small smile, thanking Senjuro quietly.  The boy shrugged, his cheeks flushing deeper red as he looked out the window. 

The drive was quiet, the most noise coming from Rui who would occasionally lean over and offer up spider facts. The boy knew a surprising amount of things about spiders. You listened amused, wondering if it was possible to get him a tutor. He was smart and you hated the idea of the boy wasting his time puttering about a dull estate. 

“We’re here.” Genya called as the car slowed. He had pulled into a small parking lot next to a rather tall building. It glittered like a beetle, the mirrored glass reflecting the cold January clouds. You stepped from the car, looking up at the building. It was rather imposing for a clothing place. 

“Second floor is us.” Senjuro spoke softly as you began walking across the parking lot. You nodded in response, trying not to run to the building. In the short drive the air had somehow gotten colder, you shivered with each step. The walk though short had you chilled to the bone. The warm air of the lobby almost hurt as it hit you, your entourage also shivering as they quickly followed.

The interior of the mirrored building was warm and bright. It was an office building or sorts. The directory that sat squarely in the middle listed 5 floors with different offices and small businesses. You noted that floor 2 was the only one with a single business listed, ‘Pink Cat Boutique’.

Stepping into the nearby elevator, you waited as the three bustled in, the boys following you like ducklings. The thought of the 4 of you dressed like ducks nearly made you laugh, it was absurd. The ride to the second floor was quick, the sliver elevator barely making any noise as it ascended. As the doors slid open, your eyebrows shot up in surprise. Pink, the walls, floor, everything, bright pink. Rows of chairs sat against the wall, their tone slightly deeper. Even the water cooler and vending machine were pink. You stepped out of the elevator, mouth parting slightly as you took in the bubblegum colored shag rug that looked to cover the entire floor. Shock wasn’t the right word, no, you were impressed by this level of decor. 

“Hi!” You blinked at the cheerful voice, realizing embarrassed, that there was a receptionist desk. She had just watched you stumble out of the elevator open mouthed like an idiot. 

“Do you have an appointment?” The woman chirped cheerfully, her perfect green nails poised above her keyboard as she waited expectantly. Her shining white hair and makeup were perfect like her smile, a stark contrast to your little group of red faced boys.

“Uh, no, sorry.” You felt slightly embarrassed for some reason. This place was immaculately put together and you felt incredibly under prepared. 

“That’s ok!” The woman grinned at you, her fingers moving at lightning speed as she typed something in. “We always accept walk-ins here when we can!” 

You nodded silently, glancing at the corner of your eyes at Senjuro. This was not a place you thought a teenage boy would know about. Though who were you to judge someone else’s tastes, you were currently wearing an outfit picked out by his father. 

“Ok you are in luck!” The receptionist chirped, flashing you her radiant smile. “We have a free block from now till about 3pm. So you can shop at your leisure!” 

You nodded, following as she motioned the four of you to follow her as she stood. Leaving the small waiting area, you entered a wide open boutique floor. There were rack after rack of fine clothing, mannequins displayed in various evening gowns. Despite the bright and rather fluffy decor, they had some seriously expensive fine wear available. You winced as you passed a price tag, the dress cost as much as your college tuition had. 

“So this is the floor, everything on the racks and on display is for sale. Ms. Mitsuri is here somewhere so if you need ANY help just holler!” 

You smiled at the young woman, “Thank you so much.” She nodded in response, skipping back to the front desk. You sighed, shoulder slumping slightly as you took in the many choices. Where to start?

“I’m going to look for spiders.” Rui stated quietly, slipping his hand from yours. The boy was like a rocket, scurrying across the floor. Genya laughed, chasing after him. You sighed, turning back to try and find a starting point.

Red or yellow would be preferable. Matching Kyojuro was the idea and the decor to a lesser extent. You looked at your nails, they shimmered slightly, the gold paint tinged with glitter. Kanao had done a fabulous job as usual. Perhaps a gold dress would look good, though faux metallic fabric often felt awful.

“I can help if you want?” You blinked as Senjuro spoke softly to your right. He wasn’t quite looking at you, his eyes focused on the twisting of his own hands. Turning to the boy you nodded with a small smile. He was more used to this world of finery than you were, his input was greatly appreciated. “I would love that.”

He smiled, quickly looking at you before scurrying over to a clothing rack. You turned to the nearest wall of fabric, scanning it for anything red. There was a single dress, which you tugged free. An immediate no, you grimaced at the mini skirt. You were trying to be daring but not this much. 

“How about this?” You turned at Senjuro’s call, making a face at what he held in his arms. A straight up banana costume sat in his arms. The boy looked incredibly amused, his lips twitching as he tried and failed to keep a straight face. You wondered if Kyojuro’s eyebrows also wiggled like caterpillars when trying not to laugh. Even though it had been about a week, you still couldn’t believe how much they looked alike.

“Do you think I should wear pearls or gold with that?” You tried keeping your face serious, though you knew your voice gave away your teasing. Senjuro laughed, clasping his hand over his mouth as he giggled. It made your heart feel light. Placing it back on the rack he shook his head.

“No, you're too elegant for that.” He paused, his expression growing sad again, “As much as father would like to see you humiliated.”

His words made your heart drop. Senjuro was right of course. But his words carried such a strong mix of resentment and sadness that it hurt to hear. You reached out to touch his arm, too late, as he was already trudging over to another rack. The way his shoulders slumped and head bowed you could tell he was trying not to cry. You decided not to press him, the boy seemed like a glued together vase, even a gentle word might be enough to have him shatter. 

As you slowly made your way from display to rack, to display, you found yourself growing disheartened. Sure there were evening gowns that would pass for the night. Ball Gowns that maybe were a little too much but still appropriate. However they all felt like they were missing something. You couldn’t put your finger on just what was missing, every dress just looked wrong despite the elegant fabrics and graceful designs.

“Hi-ya!” You nearly jumped out of your skin at the cheerful voice that seemingly floated from nowhere. Glancing about you and Senjuro shared a look of confusion, neither of you able to locate the person.

“Ooops! My bad, I'm stuck!” You glanced to your left and nearly shrieked, a woman’s face was peeking out between the dresses, her cheeks red with embarrassment.  For someone who was stuck, she was incredibly cheerful about it. 

You walked over, inspecting the situation. The young woman's pink hair was tangled in the hangers, the thick braids snagged awkwardly on the metal. You carefully undid the hair, feeling bad as her beautiful braids quickly became a mess. She stood with a smile, quickly undoing the messy braids. You noted the tinge of green at the bottom, it was a good look on her. Without realizing it your own hand had gone to your hair and you quickly dropped it. Bright cheerful colors were not something you could ever do, no matter how much you might want neon hair. 

“I'm Mitsuri! Owner of the boutique. Watcha’ looking for?” She was so cheerful, hands moving at a lightning pace as she fixed her braids. You looked around at the clothing for a moment, then sigh, letting your shoulders slump.

“To be honest, I don’t know.” You shrugged. The other woman motioned at you expectantly and you paused before proceeding to explain the event. Detailing out the theme and your wish to match in a way with your husband, you felt your cheeks flush. Stating all of this out loud made it sound childish to your ears. But the other woman showed no signs of feeling the same. Mitsuri listened avidly, hand on her chin as she nodded along. The moment you stopped talking, she sprang into action, racing across the room excitedly.

You followed slowly, curious to see what the bright woman had opted for. She was like a little pink bee, flitting from rack to rack until finally she stopped. 

“Tada!!” She whirled around, a deep crimson dress in hand. You raised your eyebrows at it. The dress had an A-Line skirt, long sleeves and a scoop back that would show off everything. It was elegant and also incredibly simple. 

“So thought process.” Mitsuri chirped, wiggling the dress on its hanger. “It's an anniversary party. You are one of the main players.”

You nodded as she spoke, reaching out and feeling the soft fabric. It was surprisingly soft to the touch. Your fingertips danced over the fabric and you bit your bottom lip in thought as you listened to the excited shop owner.

“All eyes on you, BUT, elegant, simple, lady of the hour.” Mitsuri twirled dramatically, one of her brains nearly smacking Senjuro in the face. The boy was blushing furiously, nodding along as she continued. 

“You stand out in a way that no other hoe will.” 

You blinked at her choice of words, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. She was right in a way. There would be other women there, other men. And like with a lot of Shinjuro’s gala’s, plenty of gaudy outfits. If the monstrosity that had been sent to you was any indication of the bar that had been sent, the main hall would be full of similarly horrible outfits. Something simple would set you apart. 

“So deep crimson, pair it with gold jewelry, hair up. You will be the picture of elegance.” Mitsuri pulled a tape measure from her pocket, quickly stepping in and motioning you to remove your coat. You did so, passing it to Senjuro as the other woman quickly took your measurements. She moved like lightning, humming with each number until finally she was turning back to the rack of crimson fabric. Mitsuri searched for a moment, looking at each dress’s tag carefully before tugging one free.

“This should fit like a glove.” You took the offered dress, letting her walk you to the nearby dressing room that was hidden behind a fluffy pink curtain. Slipping inside, you stared at yourself in the full length mirror. The woman who started back was a stranger, as always. The winter wear of a turtleneck and a thick skirt with heels looked odd on you. Stuffy and stiff.

Shaking your head, you quickly pulled them all off. You avoided looking in the mirror, knowing that a stranger would look back at you regardless of your state of dress. 

Gently taking the red dress, you slipped it on, shivering at the chill that ran down your spine. The opening was daring, swooping low, nearly reaching your tailbone. It stopped just short of it, red buttons neatly closing the fabric. You noted the built in bra with appreciation, making this dress an easy wear.

Turning to and fro you inspected yourself. The dress did indeed fit you like a glove. It showed your curves in a flattering way, not too tight, not too loose. Just right. The fabric twisted with you, barley wrinkling anywhere despite your attempts to make it do so. It hung perfectly and without weight, as if spun from the softest cloud. Nothing in your closet even came close to this.

You looked elegant. Already you could picture the long gold earrings and the delicate gold chains you could wear. Perhaps gold heels as well, to give a flash of color with each step you took. This was the look. 

“Looking good!” Mitsuri had popped her head through the curtain, smiling wide at your small twirl to show her the full dress. 

“Thank you.” You motioned to the fabric, “In literally seconds you found the perfect dress.”

The other woman giggled, shrugging, “It's my job!” 

She left you to redress, tugging the changing room curtain closed. You changed back into your stuffy clothing quickly. In contrast the outfit felt rough, unbending. Running a finger along the wool of your skirt you wondered momentarily how it would be to dress each day in something you had picked. 

Suppressing a sigh you straightened your skirt hem. A pipe dream if there ever was one. After tomorrow you would be lucky if Shinjuro didn’t lock you in a basement with nothing to wear but a bedsheet. At the very least you would once again be assigned watchful “staff” to dress you up like the doll you were supposed to be.

Carefully placing the dress back on its hanger, you left the dressing room.  Your small entourage waited across the floor, all three boys flushing furiously in the presence of the vibrant Mitsuri. She seemed none the wiser, clapping excitedly as you joined the small group. They all gave you thumbs up of approval when you showed them the choice. 

The choice felt a little less right as you were quoted the price, your jaw dropping at the 5 figure price tag. As you tugged your card from your wallet your hands shook, the price bouncing about your skull like a warning. A mean little part of you reminded you it was Shinjuro’s money and therefore all the better to spend such a ridiculous amount. It fought the meek part of you, your brain insisting that this was just one more little ‘Fuck you’ to the old bastard. 

The feeling won, the card being passed to Mitsuri with confidence. After, of course, your skirt had been tugged at, Rui asking innocently for a small gold spider brooch. Purchases in hand, you had all bundled back into the car, your hands sweating slightly as you clung to the dress bag. It felt like you were holding a bomb of sorts. The garment bag somehow felt heavier than the awful magenta mess you had held up earlier.

The drive back and the rest of the evening your heart was pounding. The dress felt like a beacon. The last straw that would tip you and the rest of the estate into Shinjuro’s bad graces for life. The hellfire of his wrath swirled through your mind, his face twisted in rage.

Dinner had passed too quickly, your meal sitting in your stomach like a brick. The sweating of your palms and the racing of your heart continued. Each tick of the clock, each small movement of the hour hand brought you closer and closer to the next day.

As you lay in bed the question of ‘is this worth it?’ kept swimming around your head. The dark ceiling reflected back silence. You weren’t so sure now, your stomach in knots as you tried and failed to come up with solutions to each of the possible reactions Shinjuro would have. But there was no solution, only fear and anxiety. Tomorrow you would pay dearly.

You wished for Kyojuro.

Part 5

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