𝗦𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗿 × 𝗗𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿 [OLD]
𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇
"Hello again, Tempura Top!" Shiori called, the cat relaxing in y/n's arms as the h/c haired girl hurried to catch up with the Flame Hashira who was a couple paces ahead of her.
He glanced back at the duo in surprise, having failed to notice y/n hurrying to catch up. He was kinda lost in thought and y/n was naturally quite light-footed.
The masked Demon Slayer had recovered from her injuries and was as good as new. Besides, she hadn't gotten seriously hurt. It was really just her arm which was taking its sweet, sweet time to heal.
Y/n had been away for about another week, training non-stop. She was allowed to go on another mission, this time by herself, much to her delight and then dismay.
Although, Shiori pissed off the demon and it turned out to be way stronger than expected. Y/n was fine,
though. No new injuries, aside from a well placed punch to the cheek that was starting to bruise a bit.
Sanemi was still a little reluctant to let y/n go but after some teasing from Shinobu and the cold shoulder from y/n, he allowed y/n to go.
Y/n had gotten up early.
Earlier than usual.
Just so she could get to her and the Flame Hashira's agreed meeting location right on time.
But she got a little side-tracked...
"Button up your uniform, damn it!" Sanemi said sharply as an embarrassed y/n patiently allowed him to button her uniform up after she'd coincidentally forgotten to do so, "If your dumb ass catches a cold, don't come crying to me!"
"It's not even that cold..."
Again...
"Y/n."
Y/n tensed at the sound of that familiar voice and she glanced back at Muichiro.
The young Hashira adorned his usual blank look as he offered a piece of paper to y/n, "Here. Take this."
She accepted it and opened it up to read it as the Mist Hashira walked away.
It read don't die.
Beneath her mask, y/n began to cry.
And again...
"Uhmm... Mitsuri? Is it a good idea to be eating this much before a mission?" y/n mumbled around the food she was eating.
"You know just as much as I do how important it is to get a good meal in!" Mitsuri replied and pat y/n on the head with a sweet smile, "So eat as much as you'd like, alright?"
Y/n did exactly that.
And... again...
"Don't die."
"'Kay."
"Make sure you come back."
"Will do."
Giyuu glanced at Shiori who was lounging on y/n's shoulders, "You, Shiori."
"Hm? What is it?" the cat inquired.
"Keep her safe."
"Okay! You can count on me!"
And once again.
"Don't worry, Aoi-san. I'll be back soon." y/n told the girl with a soft smile, having lifted her mask up since it wasn't night just yet.
"Be careful though." the blue eyed girl said sharply, tugging on y/n's cheek, "And don't get yourself all worked up! We don't want a repeat of the Final Selection."
"Aha... please don't remind me of that..." y/n said wearily as she recalled the disaster that was her time at the Final Selection, "But alright, I'll be careful."
And again.
Y/n inhaled sharply when she bumped into someone on accident, "Ah, my-"
She looked the person in the eye and tensed, freaking out a little behind her mask.
Oh, wait it was just Genya.
Genya, who adorned a scowl, relaxed a little and his expression became a lot more gentle when he realized it was y/n.
"Ah, y/n, are you getting ready to leave?" he asked y/n who nodded, lifting her mask so he could see her warm smile.
Y/n liked his mohawk... it took a lot of self control not to touch his hair. Now that she wasn't as frightened of him.
'It looks so soft...!!!!'
"Well, uhm, stay safe."
"Will do. Take care of yourself."
Y/n felt a little awkward when he didn't respond and looked everywhere but at him, missing the flustered look on the scary boy's face.
"Well, bye. Don't die." he said quickly, hurrying on past y/n so that she couldn't see his face.
Y/n gave him a curious look but placed her mask back on her face and continued on her way.
No worries. She got there in time.
"Good Evening, Y/n!" Kyojuro greeted with a bright smile that made y/n feel a little better, "Hello to you too, Shiori!"
"Sorry I'm late, Rengoku-san..." y/n apologized quietly as she slowed her pace to walk alongside him, Shiori leaping from her shoulder to the Hashira's, "I kept getting held up on my way here."
"No worries!" the man laughed as he gave a very happy Shiori some nice headpats, "What matters is that you got here safely. Is that a new mask?"
"Oh, yeah, my old one got melted down to bits during one of my previous missions." y/n recalled with a little frown, "But Genya helped me make a new one! What do you think?"
Rengoku regarded the six eyed mask for a long moment and the snarling oni face stared right back.
"It's, uh..."
Piercing yellow irises and red sclera practically stared into his soul before the Hashira managed a smile.
"Great! Have you recovered from your injuries?"
"You could hardly call them injuries." y/n chuckled, lifting an arm so she could run a hand over the bandages which covered the disaster beneath which was healing well, "But I'm feeling much better, thank you Rengoku-san."
"Please, call me Kyojuro!"
"...?" y/n blinked, rather unsure about using his given name but decided to try it to see how it felt to say it, "Kyo-... erm..."
She frowned beneath her mask as she fought the urge to say Rengoku-san instead.
"Kyojuro-san." she managed to say.
The Flame Hashira beamed, "There you go! That wasn't so hard, now was it?"
Y/n's mask, snarling as usual, pretty much burned holes into Rengoku's shoulder before y/n murmured quietly.
"Kyojuro-san..."
Okay, why was she saying it again-
Y/n visibly sighed, shoulders dropping a little bit, "I dunno... I feel rude saying it..."
"Well, we're friends, aren't we?" the Flame Hashira chirped with a bright smile, "It's alright, feel free to call me whatever you'd like, y/n!"
There was a moment of quiet before y/n spoke again, an almost bright aura surrounding her, "Can I... call you Kyo-san?"
Rengoku blinked once, then twice.
Kyo-san?
"Of course!" he exclaimed rather loudly, clearly happy about receiving a nickname from y/n and totally not blushing, "Like I said, you can call me whatever you want! If that's what you want to call me then so be it!"
Shiori snickered, "Hehe~ Simp~"
"Shiori-" y/n said quickly, "Can you get me caught up on the situation, please?"
"Of course! There's some Jason Voorhees wannabe running around cutting people up! Some they eat and others they leave to bleed out and die!" Shiori explained, "People are calling em the Slasher but I personally call them discount Jason."
"Who's Jason..."
"Nobody important." The black cat chimed, green eyes bright, "Thank me later but I've managed to pinpoint a time in which the no-life shows up! I've already called reinforcements and some Kakushi so be ready to rush someone to the hospital, alright you two?"
Y/n nodded once, "Got it."
Rengoku smiled and scratched Shiori behind the ears, earning a soft purr from the feisty feline, "Thank you, Shiori! We'll be sure to keep that in mind!"
"You'd better!" Shiori exclaimed before hopping from the Flame Hashira's shoulders, "Now, I've gotta go do cat things. Tempura Top! Take care of y/n!"
"Will do!" Rengoku chimed before the cat ran off to go do... cat... things...
When Shiori left, Rengoku smiled at y/n warmly, "We should get going now."
Y/n nodded, "Right. Let's go, Kyo-san!"
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