𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝖾𝗇
Y/n knew that waking up and seeing a strange person with an oni mask standing next to your bed wasn't a very pleasant way to wake up in the morning.
However, she was mainly focused on apologizing on behalf of her mentor. It was a mission of much importance!
After the meeting a few days before, y/n had suggested that Sanemi go to the Butterfly Estate himself and apologize but immediately chickened out when he gave her a simple blank look.
Usually he would be visibly angry in some way, shape or form so a blank look and prolonged silence from the Wind Pillar was never, ever a good sign.
"Y-You don't have to it you don't want to, I'll just go apologize for you-" y/n said quickly, waving her hands as she began to sweat bullets, "T-That is if you'll allow me to g-go, haha..."
"Are you going or not?" Sanemi said sharply, "Don't wait for me to give you permission!"
"Ah... well... I'm going!" y/n said firmly and added a quick, "Whether you like it or not, asshat!"
The Wind Hashira deadpanned, "That's too much, y/n but good job anyways."
The h/c haired girl beamed, looking proud of herself before she turned and hurried away to go do something productive.
"Who?" inquired the cat who sat on her shoulder, "Who is this dude?"
"This is Tanjiro, Shiori. The Demon Slayer carrying around a demon." y/n replied, scratching the cat's chin, "Please be nice."
"What do you mean? I'm always nice!" the cat retorted, tail curling with delight as she rubbed her face against y/n's hand.
"Mhm..." y/n hummed, "Sure you are."
Y/n glanced outside where the sky was still dark and the sun still had yet to rise into the sky, "Hm... I've gotten up quite early again... let's go get something to eat, yeah?"
"Hell yeah! Let's get some ohagi!" the cat exclaimed as y/n turned and exited the room, "A ton of it, too!"
"Ohagi? You're a cat, Shiori, eating all that isn't very good for you, y'know. Has Shinazugawa-san been letting you eat it again?"
"Since when has that chinchilla let me do anything?"
"So you stole some."
"I borrowed some permanently."
"You... stole it."
Y/n returned later after the sun had come up and the three demon slayers had woken.
She offered some encouraging words to the uncharacteristically quiet Inosuke and managed to coax Zenitsu into drinking his medicine, promising to bring him something sweet later on.
While y/n was patting a sobbing Zenitsu's back, complimenting him on how well he did when he finally took his medicine, Tanjiro and Murata were chatting.
Murata... Murata... ah, yes, the side character with main character level plot armor.
"You guys have it easy..." Murata sighed, seeming pretty down, "I had to report to the Hashira about the incident on Natagumo Mountain. They're all so terrifying...! Especially the Wind Hashira! I don't understand how his Tsuguko can stand to be near him!"
Tanjiro blinked. He'd heard that word before. A Tsuguko was someone who trained under a Hashira, right?
Kanao trained under the Insect Hashira, Tanjiro knew that. But who could possibly be mentored by the Wind Hashira.
The boy deadpanned, 'Oh.'
Y/n was laying on the ground, embarrassment coming off of her in waves as she slowly sat up and kept her face to the ground.
Beneath that oni mask of hers, Tanjiro imagined that conflicted look she wore when she was second guessing something.
"Sh-Shinazugawa-san... please don't hurt Nezuko or Tanjiro..." y/n managed to say, "I... uhm... I trust them. The both of them. If Nezuko ever harms a human being, I will also cut open my own stomach."
Tanjiro had expected the Wind Hashira to shout at the masked Demon Slayer or something but he merely grumbled something along the lines of, "Crazy 🍑 Brat" and set Nezuko's box down again.
The burgundy haired boy hadn't failed to notice how y/n stayed beside the Wind Hashira for the remainder of the meeting.
No way.
'Y/N'S HIS TSUGUKO!???' Tanjiro thought, shocked as he turned his head to look at y/n who had taken off her mask after Zenitsu had asked to see her face.
That was odd.
How could someone as jumpy and soft-spoken as y/n train under someone like the Wind Hashira!??? How???
Y/n seemed to notice Tanjiro staring and looked at him with curious e/c eyes.
Tanjiro had only seen the h/c haired girl without her mask a couple of times but she had a very gentle face. When she wasn't looking worried or nervous, she had a very solemn expression and exuded a calming aura.
He couldn't smell much of anything from her in moments like these. To he honest... it was like she wasn't even there and Tanjiro was hallucinating.
Not even a second later, he caught the scent of concern and confusion from her.
"Uh... Tanjiro. Did I do something...?"
"No, not at all!"
Y/n nodded and turned her gaze to Murata, "Erm... Murata, was it? I understand what you're saying."
A weird scent of weariness and exhaustion came off of y/n as she slipped her oni mask back on, "The Hashira are very terrifying... especially that one."
"Right!? They're super scary!" Murata agreed, still oblivious to the fact that y/n was a Tsuguko and Shinobu was literally behind him.
"Good Morning." she greeted with a smile and Murata shrieked, literally teleporting away from her.
"K-Kocho-sama!"
"Good morning." she greeted again as y/n took notice of Shiori pawing at Inosuke's mask curiously.
"H-Hello! Goodbye!" Murata said quickly before hastily leaving the room.
Y/n's attention went back to Shiori who she picked up and carried before taking a seat on the edge of Inosuke's bed.
Shinobu turned her attention to the trio with a, "How are you all feeling?"
"Much better! Thank you!" Tanjiro exclaimed and Shinobu nodded, glancing over to y/n who now adorned her mask. When did she put it back on?
"Thank you for your help so far. I hope you don't mind helping out a little more, we could really use your assistance!" the Hashira hummed.
"Mm... I don't mind." y/n replied quietly, "Shinazugawa-san banned me from going on missions by myself..."
Y/n's mood immediately dropped as the air grew heavy around her, "...again..."
'Again?' Tanjiro and Zenitsu thought.
"Right then, I suppose we can begin Rehabilitation Training!" Shinobu chimed, doing her best to ignore the cat y/n was holding.
"Rehabilitation Training?" Tanjiro echoed with a curious little expression.
"Would you like my assistance with that?" y/n inquired and Shinobu nodded twice.
"If you wouldn't mind. But, knowing Shinazugawa, you'll be busy with some training of your own for the next week or so. Don't worry about it, only stop by when you're available."
"Ah. Okay."
"Training? What training?" Zenitsu questioned.
Infinite pummeling training, of course.
At the Wind Hashira's residence later that day, broken pieces of wood littered the ground as the Hashira and his tsuguko traded blows, loud CRACKs resounding through the air each time their wooden blades struck.
"You're getting slow, y/n!" Sanemi snapped as one particularly forceful slash caused her to stagger despite blocking it, "Keep up the pace, I'm not going easy on you!"
Y/n nodded with a determined expression in response. If she spoke, he'd pull a weird trick and hit her in the face...
Sanemi was always rough and relentless during training, but y/n could handle it just fine. She'd trained with real swords at one point, so everything the Hashira threw at her was tame in comparison to the grueling training she'd endured before joining the Corps.
Y/n did miss her Master, but she found that the Wind Hashira was a far more openly affectionate mentor. In a weird... aggressive, not so obvious way.
He didn't often outright say anything all that nice or encouraging, and when he did his tone made it sound more like an insult, but Sanemi was always looking out for his tsuguko.
Y/n hadn't noticed it at first, but she became aware after her Final Selection. When it was time for y/n's first mission, Sanemi stopped her before she could leave.
"Hold on, stop right there!" Sanemi ordered and y/n halted, turning her head.
Her snarling mask didn't disturb the Wind Hashira anymore. He'd woken up to it staring at him countless times when y/n had woken up early and plopped down beside him while he was sleeping and waited for him to wake up so she could receive directions on what to do.
"What is it?" y/n inquired.
"Your uniform." Sanemi told his tsuguko as she patiently allowed him to button up her uniform, "Don't expose your chest like that, there's a bunch of creeps out there who will get off to 💩 like that. Be careful."
"...? But Shinazugawa-san..." y/n began before pointing to her mentor who had his uniform unbuttoned so his chest was exposed, "Your chest is exposed too."
"That's different. Get out of here."
Y/n almost died because her crow startled her in the middle of the fight, but that wasn't important.
"Are you angry with me, Shinazugawa-san?" y/n mumbled after training as she gathered the shattered training swords.
Sanemi paused from where he'd been cleaning up as well, frowning as he glanced at his tsuguko, "Of 🚚ing course I am. Do you realize how dumb of you it was to—"
His voice just stopped working when he saw the miserable look on her face. She had the kind of look a sad dog would.
"...just don't do it again."
"Huh?"
~~~ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ•°*
Two weeks had passed.
While Tanjiro and Inosuke participated in Rehabilitation Training, Zenitsu was left to continue recovering as his limbs returned to normal.
When y/n wasn't helping out with the training, she was with Zenitsu. He seemed to like the company.
'Shinobu-san's voice is very unique... it lacks regularity and is rather scary. I don't think I've heard anything like it before...' Zenitsu was thinking while y/n's cat was lounging in his lap.
The tsuguko had left Shiori there to comfort Zenitsu while she was away assisting with Rehabilitation Training.
'But when she was treating the people who had been turned into a spider... she seemed like a Goddess. No wonder they all ran to her so quickly.' Shiori pawed at Zenitsu's hand, demanding belly rubs and he obliged since the cat could get a little violent when ignored, 'She's awfully cute too.'
'As for y/n-chan, she's a bit of a mystery. When she's not nervous about something, she always has this blank sound to her. It's like white noise, as if she's not even here.' Zenitsu thought back to the h/c haired Slayer, 'And when her mask is off, she has this solemn look on her face. It makes her look so cute...! How could such a gentle person be a Demon Slayer?'
"So the two cute ladies have gone and taken Tanjiro and Inosuke to go through Rehabilitation Training to rebuild their stamina. They should be back soon." Zenitsu hummed and almost on cue, the doors to the room slid open.
In came Tanjiro and Inosuke.
Looking absolutely drained.
'They always look so exhausted...'
"Welcome back, Tanjiro, Inosuke!" Zenitsu exclaimed as the duo wandered into the room, "How did it go? What happened?"
Tanjiro and Inosuke didn't answer, instead they crawled into their beds in complete, eerie silence.
"Hey... say something-"
"Sorry..." was all Tanjiro said.
"Don't mind us..." Inosuke spoke quietly.
"Hey! You've gotta say something!" Zenitsu cried, beginning to panic, "I'll be joining you tomorrow!!!"
"HA, you guys look like 💩!" Shiori chimed then perked up when y/n entered the room, "Y/n! Y/n! What did you do to them, huh?"
"Nothing." y/n hummed, "Come on, Shinazugawa-san summoned me for training."
"Alrighty then!" Shiori exclaimed, leaping off of Zenitsu's lap and running to y/n.
Wait, y/n was helping out with Tanjiro and Inosuke's training! She could tell Zenitsu, right!
"Y/n-chan, I-" Zenitsu began.
Y/n was already gone.
...
'Well 💩.'
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- Shinobu doesn't like cats
- Y/n likes training
- the scars on y/n's body come from when she used to train with her old Master, they'd use real swords and her teacher would not hold back
- Y/n isn't really afraid of Sanemi and the Wind Hashira has a bit of a soft spot for his Tsuguko
- Shiori likes mocking the crows
- Y/n's anxiousness around each of the Hashira are:
Flame Hashira: 76%
Water Hashira: 11%
Stone Hashira: 71%
Serpent Hashira: 99.999999999%
Love Hashira: 90%
Sound Hashira: 82% (HAVE YOU SEEN HIS ARMS?!)
Mist Hashira: 110%
Wind Hashira:
Insect Hashira: ∞
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