𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 + 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴
FIRST DATE + FIRST KISS (Longer Chapter)
Slayers:
Tanjiro:
Tanjiro nervously shifted on his feet, glancing at his reflection in the window. He smoothed down his checkered haori and took a deep breath. He'd finally asked you out on a date. He was thrilled when you said yes, but now, standing outside your door, his nerves were getting to him.
He heard your footsteps and straightened up, his heart pounding. When you opened the door, smiling shyly at him, he felt like his chest might burst. You looked so beautiful.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.
You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach matching his. As you walked side by side to a small festival on the outskirts of town, you could feel his nervous energy, and it made you smile. It was sweet how much he cared.
The evening was filled with laughter as you played games and shared snacks. Tanjiro was attentive as usual, and made sure you had lots of fun. He listened as you spoke, and his heart fluttered with every new thing he learned about you.
As the night began winding down, you found yourselves standing on a hill overlooking the festival. Tanjiro hesitated, gathering his courage. "[Name]?" He asked softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"Yes?" You turned to him.
With a soft smile, he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, tentative and gentle. It was sweet and warm, filled with the love and respect he had for you. When you pulled back, your cheeks were flushed, and you couldn't stop smiling.
"Thank you," he whispered, his forehead resting against yours.
"For what?"
"For being so wonderful..." He said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
You laughed softly, your hands gently cupping his cheek. "Of course."
Inosuke:
Inosuke watched you from the corner of his eye, his arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't sure what to do with these weird feelings, and asking Tanjiro for advice only made him more confused. All he knew was that he wanted to be near you, protect you, and see you smile.
So when your sister pushed the two of you out of the Butterfly Mansion, suggesting you spend some time together, he didn't resist. Not really. You ended up wandering through the forest, the silence between you surprisingly comfortable.
"I brought something," Inosuke suddenly blurted out, pulling a cloth-wrapped package from his pocket.
You blinked in surprise. "What is it?"
He thrust it towards you, his cheeks a faint pink under his mask, "It's a reward. For being my minion."
You unwrapped the package to find some freshly made rice balls. You couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Inosuke. You didn't have to."
He huffed, looking away, "I just... felt like it."
You giggled softly and took a bite. "They're delicious."
He watched you eat, his heart pounding in his chest. He wasn't sure what to do with this feeling, but he knew he wanted to make you happy. You were strong and kind, and he didn't want to lose you.
"Inosuke?" You said softly, breaking him out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Do you... want to go on a date with me?"
His eyes widened, and he stared at you like you'd just grown a second head. "A date? What's that?"
You laughed, the sound making his heart flip. "It's when two people who like each other spend time together."
For a moment, he was silent, then he leaned in close, his eyes searching yours. "Aren't we on a date right now?"
You smiled, your heart fluttering. "I guess we are."
He nodded, then, with a sudden burst of confidence, lifted up his mask, leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. It was clumsy and awkward, but it made your heart just about burst. When he pulled back, he looked more shocked than you.
"Did I do that right?" He asked, his voice unsure.
You laughed, "Yes, Inosuke. It was perfect."
Zenitsu:
Zenitsu had been buzzing with excitement all day. He couldn't believe you agreed to go on a date with him. You were like a goddess in his eyes, and he wanted to make this night special. He arrived at your door, a bouquet of wildflowers in hand, his heart racing. When you opened the door, his breath caught in his throat. You looked beautiful, and he felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
"These are for you," he said, his voice trembling with nervousness.
You took the flowers, smiling warmly. "Thank you, Zenitsu. They're lovely."
He blushed, scratching the back of his head. "I-I'm glad you like them."
The two of you walked to a small teahouse on the edge of town, Zenitsu chattering nervously the entire way. He kept stealing glances at you, his face heating up every time you smiled or laughed at something he said. After tea, you walked together under the stars. Zenitsu's nerves had mostly settled, replaced by a warm feeling. He felt like he was dreaming.
"Thank you for tonight," You said softly, your hand brushing against his.
Zenitsu felt his heart leap. "No, thank you! I'm glad you said yes."
You laughed, the sound making his heart race. "Of course I said yes, Zenitsu. I like spending time with you."
He stopped walking, turning to face you. "Really?"
You nodded, your eyes warm and sincere. "Yes, really."
Before he could chicken out, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with all the emotions he couldn't put into words. When he pulled back, his cheeks were burning, but he couldn't stop the smile on his face.
"Was that okay?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
You nodded, your heart racing. "It was, Zenitsu."
He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, relief flooding through him. He rested his forehead against yours, and your fingers intertwined with his.
Nezuko:
Nezuko fidgeted nervously, glancing at herself in the reflection of the river. She wasn't used to feeling this way, her heart fluttering and her stomach filled with butterflies. Tanjiro's words replayed in her mind, "You like her, Nezuko. It's okay to like her."
She took a deep breath, calming herself. You were just across the field, your back turned as you admired the flowers blooming along the water's edge. Finally, Nezuko took a step forward, then another, until she was standing beside you. You turned, smiling warmly when you saw her.
"Hey, Nezuko. Isn't it beautiful here?"
She nodded, her cheeks flushed. You were beautiful, too. But she couldn't bring herself to express it. Instead, she reached out and gently took your hand in hers. You blinked in surprise, but didn't pull away.
"Are you okay?" you asked softly, concern in your eyes.
Nezuko nodded again, closing her eyes. Then, with all the courage she could muster, she took her bamboo off and pressed her lips against your cheek. It was quick, barely more than a brush of her lips, but it made her heart race like she'd run a marathon.
You stared at her, wide-eyed and surprised. "Nezuko...?"
She pulled back, her eyes wide and nervous. She wasn't sure if she'd done the right thing, if maybe she'd misread your feelings. But then you smiled, a soft, beautiful smile, and grabbed her hand.
The two of you sat down by the river, your hands still intertwined, and watched the stars reflect on the water. It was peaceful and perfect, and Nezuko felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be - right there, beside you.
Shinobu:
Shinobu was known for her calm, composed demeanor, but right now, her heart was pounding like a drum. She had asked you out on a date, something she never thought she'd do. But you were special, and she didn't want to let you slip away. You met her at the Butterfly Estate, where she was waiting with a gentle smile. She was dressed in her usual haori, but there was a delicate flower tucked behind her ear, and it made her look softer.
"You look beautiful," you said, your voice filled with admiration.
Shinobu's cheeks flushed lightly, but she maintained her composure. "Thank you. You look lovely as well."
You walked together through the gardens, the soft chirping of insects and the scent of flowers surrounding you. It was peaceful, and Shinobu found herself relaxing, the tension slowly melting away. As you reached a secluded spot by a pond, you both sat down, the moonlight reflecting off the water. Shinobu glanced at you.
"I've always admired your kindness," she said softly, her fingers gently brushing against yours. "I'm not usually this forward, but I didn't want to miss the chance to tell you how I feel."
A soft smile spread across her face, and she leaned in closer. "May I?"
You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. Shinobu gently cupped your cheek, her touch light and delicate, and then she pressed her lips against yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, filled with the gentle affection she always showed you.
When she pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were shining with genuine happiness. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "For letting me take this chance."
You smiled, your heart filled with warmth. "Thank you for taking it."
The two of you sat there, your hands intertwined, watching the moonlight dance on the water.
Mitsuri:
Mitsuri had invited you to a picnic at a secluded spot she adored, nestled between blooming cherry blossom trees. You accepted eagerly, and quickly left after helping your father.
When you arrived, the sight took your breath away. Mitsuri had outdone herself, laying out a blanket covered with an assortment of delicious homemade treats. You sat down together, but instead of immediately diving into her food as she usually did, Mitsuri fidgeted with her fingers, her eyes darting nervously between you and the ground. You scooted a little closer to her, gently grabbing her hand.
Before you even knew what the hell you were doing, you leaned in, your lips meeting hers in a gentle, hesitant kiss. It was soft and sweet, and when you finally pulled away, Mitsuri was smiling, tears of happiness glistening in her eyes.
"I really love you..." She whispered excitedly, her hands trembling as they held yours tightly.
"Me too, Mitsu," you replied, your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time.
You spent the rest of the afternoon laughing and talking, before she walked you back to your home that evening.
Kanae:
You had been nervous for days because you'd been wanting to ask her out. But when Kanae had approached you first with that gentle smile and asked if you'd like to spend some time together, you agreed, heart racing with anticipation.
The day of the date, Kanae took you to a serene, secluded garden, the scent of blooming flowers enveloping you both. The sun was setting, as you walked side by side, close enough that your hands brushed occasionally, and every time it happened, your pulse quickened.
"This place is beautiful," you murmured, your eyes gazing over the colorful flowers and lush greenery. "Thank you for bringing me here."
Kanae turned to you, her eyes softer, "I thought it would be a nice place to talk. Somewhere quiet where we can just... be ourselves."
You nodded, a shy smile tugging at your lips. "I'm glad. I really like you, y'know."
Your words made her heart flutter, and she could feel her cheeks heating up. There was a brief silence as you both stood by a small pond, the water reflecting the colors of the sky. She stepped closer, her hand sliding down to take yours. "I love you too," she whispered, her eyes shining with sincerity.
Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing softly against yours. The kiss was gentle, almost tentative, but it sent a warm, tingling sensation through your entire body. You closed your eyes, savoring the softness of her lips, the way her hand tightened around yours.
When she pulled back, her smile was radiant, her eyes filled with joy. "Let's take our time with this," she said softly, her thumb brushing over your knuckles. "I want to cherish every moment with you."
You nodded, "I'd like that too."
Giyuu:
The two of you were in a ramen restaurant, sitting in silence. You shifted nervously, the awkwardness a little stressful.
"I'm sorry," He said suddenly, breaking the silence. His eyes were fixed on his cup, his fingers tracing the rim. "I've been distant ever since you... confessed."
You swallowed, your fingers tightening around your own cup. "I thought... that you were having second-guesses."
He looked up at that, his eyes widening with surprise. "No, it's not that," he said quickly, almost too quickly. "It's... I've been trying to figure out how to handle my feelings."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Feelings?"
He nodded, his gaze dropping again. "I care about you. More than I should."
You could hardly breathe. "Tomioka-san..."
"I didn't want to get too close," He continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've lost too many people I care about. I didn't want to see you get hurt because of me."
"You're not going to lose me." You responded confidently.
He looked up, his eyes filled with so much pain and longing that it made your heart ache. "I don't know if I can believe that."
You reached across the table, taking his hand in yours. "Then believe this," You said softly, your voice trembling. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and I'm willing to face whatever comes our way if it means being with you."
He stared at you, his eyes wide with shock. For a moment, you thought he might pull away, but then his fingers curled around yours, holding on tightly.
"I don't deserve you," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
"You do," you insisted, squeezing his hand. "You deserve to be happy, Tomioka-san."
Relief washed over his features, and he let out a breath you hadn't realized he'd been holding. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted it, gently cupping your cheek. "I've never done this before."
You leaned into his touch, your smile softening. "We'll figure it out together."
He nodded, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, and then, he leaned in. His lips were warm and soft against yours, the kiss tentative, as if he were afraid you might disappear if he wasn't careful. But you didn't. You kissed him back, your hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. When he finally pulled away, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright with a happiness you'd never seen before.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For not giving up on me."
You smiled, "Never."
Muichiro:
It took a while, ladies and gentlemen, but here you were, standing by the small pond where you and Muichiro often trained together, because you didn't know where else to go. You were more nervous than you'd ever been.
"Hey, um. The... sky is nice." You nervously broke the silence.
"Yeah." He responded.
"Listen... I'm happy I got to know you, even though we didn't start off on the right foot." You spoke quietly, "I'm really happy that I'm with you."
He looked over at you, his turquoise eyes soft. And then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in, his lips pressing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss. It was sweet and innocent, but it sent a warm, tingling sensation through your entire body.
When he pulled back, his cheeks were even redder, but there was a bright, happy smile on his lips. "I want to spend more time with you," he said, his voice filled with a quiet determination. "As much time as possible."
You smiled, your heart feeling like it might burst with happiness. "I'd like that too."
Kyojuro:
For your date, he had suggested a picnic under the stars, and after a short trek into the woods behind your house, you set up the blanket. Kyojuro insisted on packing the lunch, his smile blinding as you both brought out the array of tasty treats he had prepared. "I hope you like it!" He exclaimed, unveiling the delicious spread with a proud grin on his face.
As you ate, your laughter mingled with the chirping of crickets, and soon, the conversation shifted from lighthearted banter to dreams and aspirations. Kyojuro was happy as always, his red eyes sparkling with passion. He talked about becoming an even stronger Hashira, protecting those he loved, and all the adventures he hoped to embark on.
With every passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker. Kyojuro occasionally brushed your hand as he reached for something, his touches lingering longer than they should have. At last, he took your hands in his, the weight of the moment settling around both of you. "I had a conversation with your parents. They're wonderful, by the way," he added with a nervous laugh. "Your mother pointed out what I've been thinking for a while. I like you, more than as a friend, and I want to be something more than that."
Your heart raced. His bluntness was alarming, but incredibly endearing. You took a deep breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over you.
"I like you too," you admitted softly, the truth exiting your lips before you had a chance to fix yourself.
Kyojuro's eyes lit up, a beaming grin breaking across his face. He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, and you could feel his warm breath mingling with yours. With that, he closed the distance between you. The kiss was sweet, full of love. It was a perfect night beneath the sky with the one person you wanted to share this moment with.
Sanemi:
For your date, Sanemi took you to a small, cozy diner on the outskirts of town. Over rice and cold soba, the conversation flowed easily, punctuated by laughter and the occasional teasing remark. You found yourself lost in the comfort of his presence, revealing a bit about your life and learning more about the man beneath his little scary front. You'd even removed your usual mask. He was the first person in a long while to see your face.
As you both walked back to the training grounds under the stars, the air changed. Sanemi's eyes flickered towards you, and for a moment, everything else faded - the night, the world beyond the two of you.
"Listen," He sighed, his voice suddenly serious as he took a step closer, "I mean it when I say I don't want to fuck this up. You matter to me."
You nodded, mesmerized by the sincerity in his gaze. "You matter to me too, Shinazugawa-sama."
Without a word, he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwined with yours. The warmth radiating from his skin sent a thrill through you.
"So," he began, hesitating for just a moment, his gaze flicking down to your lips. "Can I kiss you?"
A shiver ran down your spine as your heart raced, and you nodded a little too frantically, "Yes."
And with that, Sanemi closed the distance, his lips crashing against yours with an urgency that stole the breath from your lungs. It was rougher than you were comfortable with to be honest. But as you melted into him, his grip tightened, pulling you closer until all you could feel was his strength and warmth.
When you pulled away, breathless, his cheeks were flushed, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smirk, charming in its imperfection. "Damn," he murmured, almost incredulously. "I'm really glad I asked." (🛏️)
Obanai:
When he finally asked you out, he could barely meet your eyes, and you tried not to read too much into it. You had met at a quiet spot outside the headquarters, the sun dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Obanai was stiff, his body language closed off, as if he were fighting the urge to run.
"Are you okay?" you asked gently, your voice barely above a whisper.
Obanai shifted, his gaze glued to the ground, "I just thought... I should thank you for... being patient with me."
You smiled softly. "You don't have to thank me."
He sighed, reaching into his haori and pulling out a small box, his hands trembling slightly as he held it out to you. "This is for you."
Surprised, you took the box and opened it carefully. Inside was a delicate hairpin, the design intricate and beautiful. "Oh... this is... it's beautiful."
He nodded stiffly, still not looking at you. "I thought it would suit you. But if you don't like it, that's fine too."
You reached out, gently touching his arm, and for the first time, he looked up, his eyes meeting yours. "I love it. Thank you."
There was a moment of silence, the kind that makes your heart beat faster for no reason. He took a deep breath, his cheeks flushing slightly. And then, in a move that shocked both of you, he leaned in, his bandaged lips brushing against yours. It was hesitant, awkward, and over quickly. When he pulled back, his eyes were wide with a mixture of panic and something else, something softer. "Sorry, I--"
You shook your head, a smile spreading across your face. "You don't have to apologize."
He nodded, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "Good," he muttered, his hand slipping into yours. "Because I want to try that more properly this time."
Tengen:
Tengen always made your heart flutter, but today was different. He led you through a forest path lined with wisteria trees. His three wives had bid you goodbye with knowing smiles, Suma even giving you an encouraging hug that left you more confused than ever.
"What's all this about?" You finally asked, your curiosity getting the better of you.
He turned back to you with a cheeky grin. "Can't a man take his potential fourth wife out on a proper date?"
You rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heat up. "You always say things like that."
"Yes, but today I mean it," he said, stopping under a large wisteria tree. The playful smile on his face softened as he reached out to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. "You're special, you know that?"
You blinked up at him, your heart pounding. "Tengen, I--"
"I know, I know," he interrupted, his grin turning a bit more sheepish. "I've been kind of a tease, haven't I?"
You nodded, your lips curving into a small smile despite yourself. "A bit."
He laughed, the sound deep and genuine. "Well, I'm serious now. I've talked to my wives, and they all support this." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. "I like you, and I want you to be a part of my family. Not just as a friend."
Your breath caught in your throat. He was being serious, truly serious, and it made your head spin. "I... I like you too, Tengen. But are you sure?"
"Positive," He said firmly, his forehead resting against yours. "And to prove it, I'm going to do this properly."
And with that, he tilted your chin up and kissed you. It was slow and deliberate, his lips soft against yours, and you felt your knees go weak as you melted into the kiss. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close, and you could feel the strength in his embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping you.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were bright, a smug smile on his face. "That was pretty flashy, huh?"
You laughed, breathless and dazed. "Yeah, pretty flashy."
"Good," he murmured, his fingers trailing down your arm to intertwine with yours. "Because that's just the beginning." (🛏️)
Gyomei:
The sun had just dipped below the horizon, and you and Gyomei walked at the edge of a serene lake, the surface reflecting the colors of the twilight sky. He had invited you out for a walk after a long day of training, and you had accepted. You were nervous, but Gyomei's presence, as always, was soothing. He walked beside you, his footsteps silent despite his immense size, his aura calm and reassuring.
You glanced at him, marveling at how this gentle giant could be so powerful and yet so kind. He has always been a source of strength and guidance for you.
"I hope this place is to your liking," He said softly, his deep voice rumbling like distant thunder. He couldn't see the beauty of the scene before him, but he knew it was special. "I often come here to find peace."
You smiled at the thought that he wanted to share this with you. "It's beautiful, Himejima-san. Thank you for bringing me here."
He nodded, his expression serene, but you noticed his hands were clasped tightly together. For a moment, neither of you spoke, simply enjoying the sound of the water gently lapping against the shore and the distant call of a dove.
And then, to your surprise, tears welled up in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks as he let out a breath he seemed to have been holding forever.
"Thank you," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for sharing your heart with me."
You reached out, your hands finding his, and he gently enveloped them in his own, his touch warm and reassuring. "I'm happy... because I was afraid to tell you how I felt."
He nodded, his tears still falling, but his smile was radiant. "I was afraid too," he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I didn't want to burden you with my feelings, but I could no longer hide them."
You stood there, the silence between you filled with a thousand unsaid words, and then, almost hesitantly, Gyomei reached out, his hand lightly brushing your cheek. His touch was gentle, reverent, as if he were afraid you might disappear.
"May I?" he asked, and you knew he was asking for permission to take this one step further.
You nodded with anticipation. "Yes, please."
With that, he leaned down, his movements careful like you were something precious he didn't want to break. When his lips met yours, it was soft and filled with all the emotions he had been holding back. His kiss was gentle, almost shy, but there was an intensity to it that took your breath away.
You melted into him, your hands reaching up to rest on his broad shoulders, and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer. When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, and you couldn't help but smile up at him.
"I love you, Himejima-san," you said again, your voice filled with certainty. "I'm so glad we're here, together."
He rested his forehead against yours, his tears still flowing, but his smile was bright.
"I love you too," he whispered, "And I promise, I will cherish you, protect you, and love you for as long as I live."
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Demons:
Daki:
The evening air was crisp, and the lights of the Yoshiwara district glimmered like stars. Daki had arranged for a private dinner on the balcony of the most prestigious tea house, a setting she usually reserved for her wealthiest clients. But tonight, it was just for the two of you.
You were nervous, your heart racing as you sat across from her. Daki looked exquisite as always, dressed in her ornate kimono, her beauty almost otherworldly. But her eyes were cold, her demeanor unreadable. Despite your confusion and the past few weeks of being ignored, you were determined to make the most of this moment.
The time in awkward silence, a stark contrast to the animated conversations you used to have when she wasn't avoiding you. It was painful, the way she refused to meet your eyes, focusing instead on your food or the view.
She sighed, and for a moment, you saw something vulnerable flicker in her eyes before her cold mask slipped back into place, "You're not pretty," She said bluntly, and your heart sank. "Not in the way I usually care for." Her words were sharp, and they hurt more than you wanted to admit.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "Then why did you bring me here?"
Daki's gaze finally met yours, and you saw the turmoil hidden behind her harsh words. "Because despite that, I can't stop thinking about you. It's annoying, and I hate it." Her voice was laced with irritation, but you could hear the truth underneath.
"But... I really love you." You smiled anyway.
Daki scoffed, rolling her eyes, but there was a softness in her expression that hadn't been there before. "Of course you do. Who wouldn't want me?" Her voice was haughty, but there was no malice in it.
You hesitated for a moment before reaching across the table, your hand hovering over hers. She didn't pull away, so you took her hand gently in yours. She glanced down at your entwined fingers, her expression unreadable. "This is stupid," she muttered, but she didn't let go.
You took a deep breath, heart hammering in your chest as you leaned forward. "Can I... kiss you?"
Daki looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes before her expression turned cold again. "You think you're worthy of kissing me?" Her voice was harsh, but there was a challenge in her gaze.
You nodded, meeting her eyes with determination. "I think I am."
For a moment, she said nothing, just staring at you. Then, almost unnoticeably, she nodded, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink. You leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wanted to. When she didn't, you pressed your lips to hers in a gentle, tentative kiss. Daki's lips were soft, and for a second she was completely still. Then, she kissed you back, her movements hesitant and awkward, but there was a sweetness to it.
When you pulled away, her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. "You're still not that pretty," she muttered, looking away, but there was no heat in her words, and her hand was still holding yours.
You smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "That's okay. I think you're beautiful enough for the both of us."
She scoffed, but there was a small smile tugging at her lips, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the real Daki behind the mask she wore for everyone else.
Gyutaro:
It was a rare, quiet night in the Entertainment District when Gyutaro invited you to the rooftop of one of the abandoned buildings. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a peaceful glow over the city. You stood beside him, the cool breeze ruffling your hair as you glanced over at him.
Gyutaro was fidgeting, his usual confidence replaced by a nervous energy that was almost endearing. He kept his eyes fixed on the distant lights, his fingers tapping against the wooden railing.
"Do you come here often?" You broke the silence.
He mumbled something under his breath, too low for you to catch. When you leaned closer, he finally spoke up, his voice gruff. "It's quiet, and the view's nice." He paused, and you could see the faintest hint of a blush on his cheeks. "And I thought you'd like it too."
Your heart fluttered at his words, and you reached out, touching his arm gently. "I do like it. It's beautiful." He glanced at your hand on his arm, then back at your face. You felt your smile widen with affection for the demon beside you. Without a word, you stepped closer, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His skin was rough, but you didn't care. You felt him freeze under your touch, his breath hitching in surprise.
When you pulled back, you saw the stunned look on his face, his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. You smiled softly, reaching up to cup his cheek.
For a moment, he just stared at you. Then, a slow, disbelieving smile spread across his face. He chuckled, the sound low and genuine, and for the first time, you saw him smile without any trace of bitterness or self-loathing. It was a beautiful sight, and you couldn't help but feel lucky to be the one to see it.
Hantengu (Clones):
Karaku:
It was your first official date after the night in the bushes, where he had playfully but sincerely confessed his feelings for you. The two of you were alone under a canopy of trees, the sounds of the forest surrounding you. Karaku was his usual cocky self, his arm draped lazily around your shoulders as you walked. You couldn't help but feel a little giddy, the realization that you were actually dating him still settling in.
"Hey," he said, stopping and turning to face you. His eyes were intense, yet there was a softness in them that you hadn't seen before. "You know, I wasn't joking when I said I wanted you to be mine."
You swallowed hard, your heart beating faster. "I know."
He grinned, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. "Good. Because I really like you."
Before you could respond, he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, a contrast to his usual brash nature. You melted into it, your hands clutching his arms as he held you close. When he finally pulled away, he was smirking, clearly feeling cocky.
"See? Not just friends, right?" (🛏️)
Urogi:
It was a quiet evening, and you were sitting with Urogi on a cliff overlooking the vast expanse of the night sky. He had been teasing you relentlessly about your relationship with Karaku, but there was something more serious in his gaze tonight. His laughter had faded into a contemplative silence as he watched you.
"You know," he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, "I've always wanted you."
You blinked in surprise, turning to face him fully. "Urogi, I-"
He cut you off with a gentle kiss, his lips barely brushing against yours. It was fleeting, but it left you breathless. He pulled back, his eyes searching yours.
"I know you're with Karaku, but I wanted you to know how I feel," he grinned.
Your heart ached at the sincerity in his voice. Before you could say anything, he leaned in again, kissing you a bit more firmly this time. It was full of unspoken emotions, and you felt your resolve waver as you kissed him back.
Aizetsu:
Aizetsu had always been the quietest of the group, his sorrowful demeanor making it hard to understand his feelings. But tonight, there was a nervous energy about him as he led you to a secluded spot by a river, the moonlight reflecting off the water.
"I... I've been wanting to tell you something," he stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I know you're with Karaku and Urogi, but I can't pretend anymore."
You watched him, your heart aching at the vulnerability in his eyes. "Aizetsu, I know."
He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's so pitiful. We're demons."
Before you could speak, he leaned in, pressing a tentative kiss to your lips. It was soft, almost desperate, as if he was pouring all his unspoken emotions into it. When he pulled away, he looked at you with a mixture of hope and despair. "I'm sorry. I needed to do that, even if it's pathetic."
You shook your head, giggling, pulling him into a tight hug. "It's not pathetic, Aizetsu."
Sekido:
Sekido's bluntness often bordered on rudeness. So when he had grumbled, "I like you, bitch," you hadn't been entirely sure if he was serious. But then you found the hairpin left on your pillow.
You had confronted him, "Was this from you?"
He had turned away, his face a bit pink. "What does it matter?"
You smiled, stepping closer. "It matters because I want to thank you... by asking you out."
He had stared at you for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise. Then, with a nod, he muttered a gruff, "Whatever."
Now, the two of you were sitting on a hill overlooking a village. Sekido had been silent for most of the evening, his eyes occasionally glancing your way. Finally, you decided to break the silence. "Sekido, I really like you too."
He turned to you, his gaze intense. "You're not just saying that?"
You shook your head, leaning closer. "No. I mean it."
Before he could react, you closed the distance, kissing him softly. His lips were warm, and though he was stiff at first, he quickly relaxed into the kiss, his hand coming up to rest on the back of your neck. When you pulled away, he was breathing a bit harder, his eyes dark.
"Don't play with me." He growled, but there was a tenderness in his voice that made you smile.
"I'm not. Dumbass." (🛏️)
Akaza:
The place he chose was a secluded forest clearing. A small stream ran nearby, its soft trickling adding a peaceful melody to the night. He had brought a blanket, spreading it on the ground for the two of you to sit on. It was humble, yet thoughtful, and you found yourself touched by his effort.
Sitting beside him, you felt the nervous tension in the air. It wasn't often that you saw Akaza this vulnerable, his usual stoic confidence replaced by a shy hesitance. You glanced at him, noticing the way his eyes flicked to you and then away as if unsure of what to do next.
"Thank you for this," you said softly, breaking the silence. "It's beautiful."
He finally looked at you, his eyes softening. "I wanted to do something special for you. I know it's not much, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me."
You blushed at his words, and before you could stop yourself, you reached out, placing your hand over his. He stilled, his eyes widening as he looked down at your intertwined hands. Slowly, he turned his hand over, his fingers curling around yours.
"Akaza..." you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the stream. "I'm really glad we're here together."
He smiled then, a genuine, radiant smile that made your breath hitch, "I am too."
For a while, you just sat there, enjoying the tranquility of the night and the warmth of his hand in yours. It was simple, but it felt perfect. The tension that had been building between you since your confession seemed to melt away, replaced by a comfortable silence.
"I want to protect you," he said, his voice low, "I want to be with you, even if it's selfish of me."
After that, you didn't hesitate. Leaning in, you pressed your lips against his, your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his breath hitch. For a moment, he was still, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. But then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he returned the kiss, his lips moving gently against yours.
It was a slow, tender kiss. His hands were careful, as if he was afraid you would break if he held you too tightly. You could feel the restrained strength in his embrace, but also the gentleness that showed just how much he cared.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathing a little harder, your foreheads resting against each other. He opened his eyes, his gaze filled with wonder. You sat there for the rest of the night, wrapped in each other's arms under the starry sky. (🛏️)
Douma:
For Douma, a "date" was an unfamiliar concept. He didn't understand why humans bothered with such things, but for you, he was gonna try. He arranged for the two of you to meet at a remote clearing in the woods, surrounded by tall, ancient trees. In the center of the clearing, he'd prepared a blanket and a small assortment of foods, most of which he had heard humans enjoyed.
When you arrived, you couldn't help but smile at the effort he'd put into the setup. He stood there, a small smile on his lips as he gestured to the blanket. "I thought you might like this," he said, his voice soft, "Please, sit down."
You laughed lightly, touched by his attempt. "It's perfect," you sat down on the blanket and patted the space next to you. He joined you, watching you closely as if studying your every move.
As you ate the food he'd brought - mostly fruits and some pastries, you talked. You told him stories from your life, little things that you thought might make him smile. He listened intently, occasionally asking questions that were both insightful and a little strange.
"Thank you," He said brightly, his voice filled with a sincerity you'd never heard from him before. He placed a red spider lily from a bouquet into your hair. "You're so beautiful, darling." He spoke slowly.
Before you could respond, he leaned in further, his lips capturing yours in a gentle kiss that quickly turned a little rough. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered emotion, something he'd never experienced before. When he pulled back, he licked his lips with that goddamn smile.
You smiled, your heart fluttering in your chest. "I'm glad I'm here," You whispered, but before you could say anything else, he kissed you again. Even more roughly. It was a while before he finally pulled away. (🛏️)
Kokushibo:
Kokushibo wasn't one for grand gestures or romantic displays, but he wanted to do something special for your first date. After a lot of thought, he decided to take you to a secluded mountain clearing, a place he often went to when he needed to clear his mind or train. The spot overlooked the valley below, and on clear nights, you could see the stars stretch endlessly across the sky.
He arrived at your home just as the moon rose. You greeted him with a smile, your heart pounding in your chest as he offered you his hand. "Come," He said quietly, his voice a soft rumble. "I have something to show you."
You followed him into the woods, your hand held firmly in his. The walk was silent, but not uncomfortable. There was a calmness to Kokushibo that you found soothing. When you finally reached the clearing, the sight took your breath away.
The stars were just beginning to appear, their light twinkling against the deep blue of the sky. Kokushibo had set up a small area with a blanket and a few cushions, and there was a simple meal laid out - rice balls, grilled fish, and a pot of tea. It wasn't extravagant, but it was thoughtful and so him.
"This is beautiful," you murmured, looking up at him. He stood beside you, his gaze fixed on the sky.
"I come here often," he admitted, his voice low, "It's... peaceful."
You sat down on the blanket, and he followed suit, his movements careful. As you ate, you talked about small things. He listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face, as if committing every word you said to memory. When you finished your food, he poured you a cup of tea, his fingers brushing against yours as he handed it to you. You felt a shiver run down your spine at the contact, and you glanced up at him, your eyes meeting his.
"Thank you for this," You said softly, "It means a lot to me."
He nodded, his expression unreadable. "I wanted to show you something... special," he said slowly, "Something that meant something to me."
You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. "I'm glad you did."
You sat in comfortable silence for a while, then, hesitantly, you reached out and took his hand in yours. He stiffened slightly, but didn't pull away, his eyes widening a fraction as he looked down at your intertwined fingers. He didn't say anything for a long time, just looked at you intently. Then, with a slow movement, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
The kiss was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was afraid of hurting you. But you kissed him back, your hand tightening around his as you poured all your feelings into that moment. When he finally pulled away, his eyes were dark and filled with something you couldn't quite figure out.
"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "For choosing me."
You smiled. "I wouldn't choose anyone else," you said softly, closing your eyes.
Muzan:
Muzan was not the type to indulge in stupid things like dates, but he recognized the need to fortify his hold over you, to make you understand your place at his side. And maybe in a very very very very private corner of his cold, cold, super cold, really cold heart, he was curious - curious about this strange connection he felt towards you, the way your presence made him feel something he hadn't felt in... ever.
He arranged for you to meet him in a secluded, elegant tea house on the outskirts of a village. When you arrived, dressed in a simple yet elegant kimono he had sent for you, you were greeted by a servant who led you to a private room at the back.
Muzan sat waiting for you, his presence commanding as always. He was dressed in a finely tailored dark kimono, his crimson eyes watched you intently as you entered, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
"You look exquisite," he said, his voice smooth and low. He gestured to the cushion across from him. You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words as you took your seat.
The evening passed in a blur. Muzan was surprisingly attentive, he seemed genuinely curious, and you found yourself opening up to him in a way you hadn't expected. As the night wore on, the conversation slowed. Muzan set his cup of blood down and leaned forward, his eyes locking onto yours. "Do you know why I brought you here?" he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "No, Muzan-sama."
His hand reached out again, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. "I wanted to see what it was that made you so different. What it was that made you... stir something within me."
Your heart was racing, your breath catching in your throat as his touch lingered on your skin. He leaned in closer, his lips just inches from yours, his breath cool against your skin. "You are mine," he murmured, "And I do not share what is mine."
Before you could respond, he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. You gasped against his mouth, your hands reaching out to grasp the front of his kimono as he deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in your hair.
It was intense and consuming, and when he finally pulled back, his eyes were dark and filled with something almost resembling hunger. You knew as you sat there in the dimly lit room with Muzan, that you were pretty much his. (🛏️)
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{ Hello yall next chapter coming out soon probably trust 🙏🏾🙏🏾❤️ }
{ I am also gonna change the format of the previous chapters too. }
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