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The next day
"Ughhhhh... my stomach hurts so fucking much..."
You groaned like a wounded soldier, curled up dramatically in bed with a pillow over your face. Every breath felt like war. If pain had a personality, it was definitely on its period.
From the door, you heard it creak ever so slightly... and boom-three familiar heads peeked through.
Zenitsu came in first, practically crawling on the floor like some tragic prince.
"Awww Y/N-chaaaan, hang in there! You're strong! I believe in you!"
You lifted your head slowly and narrowed your eyes. "...Zenitsu. I'm on my period. Not dying. Chill."
Tanjiro came right after, carrying a basket of freshly washed towels like the sweetheart he was.
"Don't worry! I'm sure you'll feel better soon. After you rest, maybe we can... uh... train! Yeah. Train."
You blinked. "Did you almost say play?"
"No," he lied. Horribly.
And then, like a bowling ball of chaos, Inosuke kicked the door open and yelled, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?! IS SHE DYING?! SHOULD I KILL WHATEVER DID THIS?!"
You deadpanned. "It's called being a woman, you furry menace."
Before things got more chaotic, Aoi entered with a slipper in her hand like she was ready to start swinging.
"You three! OUT. Let her rest. Some of us are trying to heal people."
Zenitsu shrieked like a banshee. "YES MA'AM!! OKAY-TANJIRO, INOSUKE-LET'S ESCAPE WITH OUR LIVES!"
They all ran away, but not before yelling in sync: "FEEL BETTER SOON, Y/N!!"
Aoi rolled her eyes and walked over. "Tell me if you need anything."
You nodded. 'Aww, she's acting all soft now. I am the favorite.'
"I'll be in the kitchen," she added before leaving.
Finally. Peace.
You laid back, staring at the ceiling like a dramatic princess locked in her tower.
Okay. Focus. Save Rengoku. No pressure. Just rewrite history..?
You sat up a little.
I could fake a prophecy... Nah, they'd yeet me out of HQ. I could seduce Akaza and distract him until sunrise- you paused. Girl, WHAT.
Just as you were spiraling into crazy fanfic-level planning, the door creaked open again.
You expected Aoi.
But nope.
It was him.
Golden boy. Warm sunshine smile. The human equivalent of hot chocolate and heroic monologues.
Rengoku.
"Y/N! I hope I'm not intruding," he said politely, holding a tray. "I came to... apologize."
Your brain short-circuited.
"...Apologize? For wha-oh. Ohhh, right. The Nezuko vote."
"I regret not trusting Tanjiro sooner," he said sincerely. "I let my duty cloud my judgment. I'm sorry."
You blinked slowly.
BABY I FORGIVE YOU. YOU COULD STAB ME AND I'D SAY THANK YOU.
Out loud, you said: "It's okay. I get it. Demon slayer stuff, right? You were just doing your job."
His shoulders relaxed like a weight was lifted. "I'm truly grateful for your understanding."
And then... he revealed the tray like it was a treasure chest. "I brought food. Shinobu told me you weren't feeling well... and that you're, uh... on your... cycle?"
You lit up like Christmas. "DID YOU JUST SAY FOOD?!"
He chuckled. "Grilled salmon, steamed rice, miso soup, and... mochi. I hope you like it."
THIS MAN IS A BLESSING FROM THE UNIVERSE. I AM IN LOVE.
You launched yourself off the bed and hugged him full koala-style. The tray almost wobbled but of course he had top-tier reflexes.
"I FREAKING LOVE YOU-I mean-this. I love THIS. The food. Yep. Totally the food."
He laughed, clearly amused. "You're quite energetic for someone who's in pain."
"I'm powered by spite and rice."
He gently helped you sit down with the tray and watched as you started devouring it.
"Can I ask something?" you said with a mouthful of mochi. "Why are you being so... extra sweet?"
He tilted his head. "Because I admire your strength. And your heart."
You froze mid-bite.
I AM BLUSHING. I AM DYING. I AM NEVER WASHING THIS MOCHI OFF MY FACE.
He stood, about to leave. "I'll check on you later. Rest well, Y/N."
As he opened the door, you barely caught his whisper-
"She's even more radiant than I imagined..."
You dropped your spoon.
"...Yeah okay. I'm dead. Goodbye. This is heaven. This is it😍😍😍😍💅"
Bye pookies...
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