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PART 1: KAMABOKO SQUAD
𝗭𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗨:
You lean in and meet your lips with his. When you withdraw, he stares at you, mesmerised for a second—before erupting in extreme enthusiasm. He shrieks at the top of his lungs and clasps both of your hands, gripping them tightly as his heart races. "UWAHHHH!! YN-CHAN!! I'M SO HAPPY-" He cries, heavily breathing, face red with intense adoration. You laugh as the sound of his shrill exclamations echo through the room.
After he's calmed down, he sits next to you, resting his head on your shoulder. Underneath all that loud, exaggerated emotion, insecurity and doubt festers. Why would someone as cute as you choose someone as whiny and pathetic as him? He lifts his head and glances at you self-consciously, still in disbelief. "You have soft lips..." he comments, playing with your sleeves.
You chuckle. "So do you."
For a moment, he just sits there next to you, listening to the breeze outside. Listening to the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. Every single girl he'd been with had used him for their own gain, deceptively depriving him of all his money. But with the sound of yours, he knows for a fact that it's genuine. It's not a new fact to anyone that Zenitsu struggles with some serious anxiety. He's been called ugly and useless all his life, and has been ridiculed by many people. But with you, he could feel safe. Safe, and at peace. You were too good to be true. Mustering the courage, he quietly asks: "Why me..?"
You tilt your head, puzzled. "Well... you're sweet, for one."
He blinks. Words that came to people's head when describing Zenitsu was 'annoying', or 'wimpy'... but sweet? No way.
"And stronger than you think," you continue.
Vulnerability cracks through. He frowns. "But..."
"Do you trust me?"
He vehemently nods.
"I like you. A lot." You run a hand through his choppy, yellow locks. "You know you don't have to preform in front of me."
And with that, he bursts into more tears—authentic ones—before shouting more declarations of love.
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𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗝𝗜𝗥𝗢:
He watches you, admiring the way your hair flows with the wind, the way your eyelashes imperceptibly flutter. You turn to him and he grins. Before he can say anything, you lean in and kiss him softly. Tanjiro's breath hitches. You feel his heart skip a beat, his face flushing into a deep shade of pink. When you pull back, he stares at you, eyes wide in awe.
With no warning, he pulls you into him, hugging you closely as his pulse hammers in his neck.
You quietly laugh. "Hey..."
He doesn't say anything. Just nuzzles his face into your shoulder. "I'm so lucky to have you..."
"Are you kidding? It's the other way around!" you retort, pinching his cheeks.
He laughs, closing his eyes and relishing the bliss. A break from his chaotic life as a demon slayer was rare, but whenever he was granted one, he'd prefer that you were included. Life wasn't kind. He had lost his family from a young age, his sister being the only sole survivor from the massacre. From then on, his life was full of desperate battles and resilience. He had sworn to turn his sister back to normal, and to avenge his family no matter what. Responsibility shrouded him, strangling him until he neglected his own wellbeing. Pressure. Tears. Kindness. So many emotions swirling inside him all at once. But then you came along... and the weight on his shoulders dissipated.
He kisses your forehead. "You smell nice," he whispers.
The corner of your mouth quirks up. "Liar," you say, though his maroon eyes are devoid of any dishonesty.
He pulls you back, enough to look at you, hanafuda earrings swaying with the sudden motion. "No! I mean it. You smell pleasant, both physically and—"
"What are you, a dog?" You kiss him again to shut him up. He might explode from how red he is.
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𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗦𝗨𝗞𝗘:
It's a rare occasion... he's not wearing his boar mask. You brush his bangs over his emerald eyes, appreciating the pretty sight in front of you. Strangely enough, the boy is mellow whenever he's around you. With others, he's feral and energetic, which makes sense since he grew up in the mountains and was raised by boars. You tilt your head and he copies. Then, you press a kiss to his lips.
Inosuke jumps then gawks at you. Something fluffy blooms within him. He points a finger accusingly at you, the giddy feeling in his chest too much for him to handle. “Y-you’re making me feel weird! What did you do?!"
"Magic." You giggle and then something sparks in his eyes. He thinks it's a competition. With a huff, he grabs your cheeks and starts kissing you all over your face. You giggle even harder at the ticklishness, not expecting to be peppered with kisses. When he'd finally decided that he was satisfied, he lets you go with a big grin on his face. You grin back, heart pounding at the overload of affection.
Inosuke isn't as oblivious to human emotions as he was before. You had taught him sympathy. The value of human life. Some social norms and manners. But he still hasn't fully grasped the concept of love yet. You were the closest to love that he understood. Whenever you talked to him gently, he'd want to protect you. Whenever you came back hurt, unrestrained fury would envelop him, only for it to instantly evaporate at your touch.
He was fond of you. Really fond. Though he isn't fully aware of it.
Rough hands hold you. With a big scoop, he throws you over his shoulder. "Mine!" he proudly proclaims.
You can't help the laughter bubbling at your throat. "All yours."
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𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗬𝗔:
You weren't sure how he had accepted your confession. During all the time you've known him, he's always been distant, avoiding you at all costs. Even now that you're dating, he still refuses to look at you. You know that he's shy around girls, but still—it's you, there's nothing to be cautious about. With physical contact, you had to initiate each time. You like him a lot, but weren't even sure if he reciprocated. You furrow your brows, humming before poking his side. "Do you even like me?" you ask, biting back your pout.
He turns to you, panicked. "O-of course, I do! It's just that—"
You lean closer and his breath hitches. He swallows. "Just what?" you inquire.
Heat creeps up his face and he averts his gaze. You bring your hands up and cup his cheeks, gently tilting his head to meet your eyes. Genya was ashamed. He always is. From his inability to use breathing techniques, to his deteriorating relationship with his brother. You were one of the only good things in his life, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Yet... he just couldn't get over his bashfulness and insecurity.
"...You're too cute," he finally admits, voice barely a breath.
You blink—surprised—before giving a wide smile. "Says the cute one." Your fingers travel up his arm and you look at his lips. You want to remind him that it's okay, and express your adoration. "Can I?" you ask, just in case. You're afraid if you just go for it, he'd faint on the spot.
More colour rushes up his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut, before meekly nodding. The moment your lips touch his... Genya crumbles. He falls face flat onto the ground.
"GENYA??!!"
Your startled voice breaks him out of his trance and he looks up at you with a sheepish smile, still blushing red; as crimson as a tomato.
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𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗢:
She glances at you hesitantly. She wasn't sure why you made her feel so warm. So... unsure. When you suddenly asked her out, she just blanked. It took a while for her to come back to earth. Making decisions on her own was still a foreign concept for her. But to Kanao's surprise, when those words left your mouth, she didn't need the coin to decide for her. She just accepted, like her heart was convinced on what it wanted. You were equally astonished at her response, but joy quickly washed over.
The girl found herself watching you often, slightly bothered by the fact she couldn't take her eyes off you. Because of her past abuse, she didn't know her own personal desires, even repressing her emotions to the point of being seen as a hollow doll. Her extreme passivity and indecisiveness was also an obstacle. She didn't quite understand why you'd choose someone who didn't even know who she was.
Little did she know, that was your mission. To make Kanao her own person. And plus, you had feelings for her, so it wasn't a chore for you at all.
Your fingers brush against her lips. She watches you in that silent, curious way of hers. You lean in, pressing your lips against hers tentatively. She lets out a quiet gasp, something fluttering in her stomach. It made her feel... good. When you pull away, you rub your hand behind your neck, searching her eyes. You mentally note the pink tint in her cheeks.
Before you can say anything, you're interrupted by the sound of fabric rustling. She had dug her hand into her pocket, fumbling for her coin. She flips it, the light reflecting off the metal. With a clink, it lands on her palm. She looks down at it, then at you. "Can I... have some more?"
You blink, before softly laughing. "Next time, if you want it, just ask!"
She shyly nods, a smile involuntarily forming on her lips. "Okay..."