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At shinobu's mansion :
“Y/N-CHAAAAN! THERE YOU ARE! I MISSED YOUUU!! WAHHHH!!”
Zenitsu practically launched himself across the hallway like a golden torpedo and clung to you for dear life.
“Zenitsu-! Bro, it hurts! BACK OFF!” you groaned, wincing as your bandaged ribs screamed in protest.
“I’m sorry! I just...I missed you, okay?!” he sniffled, hugging tighter.
“It’s (not) alright,” you muttered, patting his hair
Tanjiro came rushing in, his eyes full of worry. “Y/N! Did they hurt you?! Are you okay?! What did the Hashira say?!”
“I’m alright… I just need to sleep for like… seven business days,” you mumbled. “Wait where’s Inosuke?”
Tanjiro’s face dimmed. “I tried cheering him up, but… he didn’t even move. I feel bad. His throat and head took a lot of damage after that fight.”
“Inosuke…?” you called gently.
The blue-eyed boar boy peeked from the doorway, looking extra pouty and oddly quiet. “I’m… sorry,” he said lowly, his voice raspy. “I couldn’t beat that demon… I’m weak…”
“NO YOU’RE NOT!” you barked, startling him.
“I… am…” he sniffled. “Very weak…”
You were about to launch into a heartfelt monologue when—
SLAM!
Aoi burst through the door “Here’s your medicine!” she shouted, slamming it on the bedside table. “AND you better not fuss about it like your yellow-haired friend.”
“It smells like death,” you whispered. “I’m not drinking that-”
“DRINK IT.”
“Yes ma’am…” you gagged after one sip.
Later That Night…
You jolted awake, clutching your stomach like something had personally betrayed you.
“…Ugh. Why does my stomach feel like it’s doing a death roll-” you sat up.
Pause.
Stare.
“…OH NO.”
You turned to the bed.
Blood.
Panic.
“…I got my fucking period in TAISHO JAPAN???!” you hissed, eyes wide. “Is this karma for bullying Sanemi?!”
Just then, Tanjiro sat up across the room.
“Y/N? Are you okay? I smelled blood-is someone hurt? Did you reopen a wound?!”
“… Tanjiro.”
“…Yeah?”
“I got my fucking period.”
“…Your what?”
Zenitsu, who had been snoring until now, blinked awake. “Huh? Who’s dying?”
Tanjiro looked at Zenitsu and pointed dramatically. “There’s blood. On Y/N’s bed. I think she’s hurt!”
Zenitsu facepalmed so hard you could feel the sting. “Bro. BRO. She’s on her period.”
“…What’s a period?” Tanjiro asked, genuinely confused.
You facepalmed this time. “Oh my god. This boy fought demons and lived, but this is what gets him.”
Zenitsu jumped up. “We need to get Aoi!”
Five Minutes Later…
Aoi came back half-asleep, holding an awkward stack of traditional pads and a “what the hell” expression.
“Here.”
“…Thanks?” you said, taking the cloth pads and retreating to the corner like it was a hostage negotiation.
Back in bed, you sighed.
“These things are so uncomfy…” you groaned, pulling your bag closer to look for hope and YES. Modern pads. You still had a stash.
Victory.
Tanjiro peeked up from across the room, eyes still filled with concern. “You’re okay now… right?”
You gave him a small smile. “Yeah. Just my body trying to kill me from the inside. Totally normal.”
He didn’t say anything at first. He just stared, a little too long. Then—
“You’re… really strong, Y/N. Even when you’re hurting.”
“…Tanjiro?”
“Hm?”
“You’re staring at me like you’ve never seen a girl bleed before.”
He blinked, cheeks pink. “I haven’t.”
“…Fair.”
Zenitsu dramatically threw his blanket over his head. “CAN I SLEEP NOW OR ARE YOU TWO GONNA MAKE ME THROW UP WITH YOUR FLIRTING.”
You and Tanjiro looked at each other.
“…We’re not flirting,” Tanjiro mumbled.
You smirked. “Yet.”
(I'm thinking about adding a y/n x trio moment? Aight nvm I'll add it)
The Next Morning…
You opened your eyes to the sound of birds chirping and… arguing?
“I SWEAR TO THE GOD LET ME IN THERE FIRST! I NEED TO SEE HER BEAUTIFUL FACE!!”
“SHUT UP, MONITSU! YOU’RE NOT EVEN HER FAVORITE!”
“SAYS WHO?!”
“SAYS ME, PIG BOY!!”
“Stop fighting over her like she’s bread”
SLAM.
The door burst open.
You, lying in bed wrapped like a burrito: “…Did I die? Is this Hell?”
Inosuke, mask on, charged in first. “Y/N!! I BROUGHT YOU uhhh flowers! Yeah! Some ugly-ass ones I found on the road!”
He shoved a bouquet of crumpled weeds into your face like it was gold.
“Wow… Thanks, Inosuke. This one’s still got dirt on it.”
Zenitsu skidded in next. “Y/N-chaaaaaan~ I brought you ME. Isn’t that enough?!”
You blinked. “It’s too early for this behavior.”
He flopped next to your bed dramatically. “I HAD A NIGHTMARE YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH SANEMI”
“I literally slapped Sanemi in the balls last night, Zenitsu.”
“…So you’re saying there’s still a chance?”
Tanjiro walked in holding a tray with warm tea, rice porridge, and actual food like a normal person. “Good morning, Y/N. I figured you’d be hungry.”
You: “OMG someone’s actually sane in this house.”
He set it on your lap gently. “Are you feeling okay now? You looked… pale last night.”
“Yeah, bro, I was dying. My uterus was throwing hands with my whole body.”
Tanjiro paused. “…I don’t know what that means, but I support you.”
Zenitsu dramatically sighed. “How are you SO pretty even when you’re in pain?! It’s not fair!! I want to cry!”
Inosuke grunted. “You’re always crying.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I have feelings!!” Zenitsu snapped.
You just watched them all, sipping your tea like a queen on a throne.
“You guys are like… my emotional support circus.”
Tanjiro chuckled. “We’d do anything for you, Y/N.”
Zenitsu lit up. “WAIT! You heard that, right?! We’d do anything for you—he confessed!”
Inosuke growled. “No he didn’t, you dumb grape.”
Tanjiro: blushing “I didn’t confess, I just meant… we care. About you. I care. A lot.”
Cue awkward silence.
Your heart: doing backflips like it's in a gymnastics competition.
Zenitsu: “HE’S IN LOVE WITH HER I KNEW IT!!”
Inosuke: “Tch. I could fight a demon with one arm for her, doesn’t mean I’d go all mushy.”
You leaned forward, grinning. “Awwww. Are you three simping?”
Zenitsu: “DUH.”
Tanjiro: “Wha...!I-No- I just meant—”
Inosuke: “I don’t know what ‘simping’ means but I am not doing it!”
You: “Inosuke, you literally brought me dead weeds and threatened a Kakushi when they told you to leave my room.”
Inosuke: “…Shut up.”
Tanjiro looked at you, a soft smile on his lips. “Whatever you call it… I’m just glad you’re okay.”
You: “…Yeah. Me too.”
Outside the room
Shinobu stood quietly with a cup of tea, watching through a crack in the door with a faint smile.
“My, my… that girl’s got them all wrapped around her finger, huh?”
End of Chapter.
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