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Fucking finally finished editing all these chapters (if u didn't read them after editing u should)
Anyways back to the story
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Kyojuro’s House Late Afternoon
The walk (okay, carry) to his home was filled with the usual Rengoku cheer. Birds chirping, your head resting against his shoulder, your legs dangling as he held you like a princess.
You looked up at him and mumbled, “You know you don’t have to carry me.”
“I insist!!” he said, with his usual passionate grin. “You nearly died! You deserve royal treatment!”
You grumbled something like “flame dork” but didn’t resist.
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The Front Porch
“Senjuro!! We have a guest!”
A tiny thud came from inside.
“SHE’S HERE?!?!”
A blur zoomed out of the house and latched onto your waist like a koala.
“WOAH THERE—”
“You’re Y/N!!! Big Brother said you were the coolest!!” Senjuro sparkled up at you like you just descended from the heavens.
“Aren’t you just a lil’ cinnamon bun,” you mumbled, ruffling his head.
Kyojuro chuckled. “He’s been begging to meet you.”
“Understandable,” you winked.
Senjuro gasped. “She’s even cockier than you described!”
Kyojuro looked between the two of you with a proud smile. “You’ll get along just fine.”
Inside the House
Kyojuro placed you gently on a futon near the window. The room smelled faintly of incense and sweet rice.
Senjuro sat cross-legged beside you. “Is it true you punched a demon in the eye with salt?”
“…Maybe.”
“You’re so cool.”
You looked smug. “Tell your brother to keep that energy when I tease him.”
Senjuro giggled. “He does! He gets all red and tries to act serious!”
“TRAITOR,” Kyojuro fake-whispered from the kitchen, then walked in with a tray of ohagi and tea.
“Here, Y/N. Rest. And eat. Doctor’s orders.”
You happily obliged, taking a bite. “Mmmmmm, okay Flame Boy, you win this round.”
He raised a brow. “This round?”
“Don’t question it.”
Later That Evening
Senjuro had long since gone to bed after forcing you to pinky promise you’d come train with him. Now it was just you and Kyojuro sitting on the porch, moonlight casting shadows on the garden.
You pulled your blanket tighter around your shoulders.
“Still hurts a little,” you admitted.
He frowned. “I wish I could’ve stopped you from getting hurt.”
You smirked. “I’d do it again, Kyojuro.”
“Still.” He looked ahead. “You shouldn’t risk your life for others so recklessly.”
You paused, then quietly said, “That’s rich, coming from you.”
That shut him up.
But instead of awkward silence, a calm quiet settled between you. The kind that only happens with people you trust.
Then—
“OI! FLAMEHEAD! I BROUGHT Y/N SOME MEDICINE! AND SHE SHOULD BE RESTING NOT HERE! ”
“…Oh no,” you mumbled.
Sanemi stormed into the garden like a windstorm with legs, carrying a paper bag.
“Wait—HOW DID YOU EVEN FIND ME?!”
“I asked the crows. Idiot.”
Kyojuro stood, smiling kindly. “Sanemi. That was thoughtful of you—”
“I’m not here to be sweet!! She almost died and I wasn’t gonna just sit there!”
You blinked. “You came all this way... for me?”
Sanemi looked away. “Shut up.”
You grinned.
Kyojuro watched the exchange, eyes narrowing just a little. “Would you like to stay for tea?”
“Hell no.”
He stayed for tea.
Awkward Triangle Vibes: Activated
You sipped your drink, watching the two Hashira awkwardly sit across from each other.
“So…” you said. “This is fun. Flame and Hurricane. Together at last.”
Sanemi glared. “Why do you sound like a damn narrator.”
Kyojuro chuckled. “She is rather poetic.”
“I’m gonna throw up.”
You hid a snort behind your cup.
{Time skipp}
As Sanemi stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off his uniform, he glanced at you.
“Tch. Don’t do anything stupid again, idiot. I won’t come dragging your near-dead body next time.”
You grinned. “Aw, you do care.”
“I don’t.”
“You do.”
“I said—!”
“You dooooo.”
Sanemi turned red, muttered something under his breath, and stormed off into the night like a cursed tsundere tornado.
Once he was out of sight, you leaned back on your hands and looked at Kyojuro, who was oddly quiet.
“…You okay, Flame Boy?”
He didn’t answer at first.
Then softly, with a faint smile:
“You’re very… popular, Y/N.”
You blinked. “Jealous?”
He looked at you—eyes glowing under the moonlight—and said nothing.
Just smiled.
That damn smile.
And you—
You didn’t push.
Not yet.
But oh, you were planning to.
Taisho Secrets!
Senjuro swears he's going to be the best man at your wedding. You didn’t even get engaged.
Kyojuro has been trying not to blush every time you call him “Flame Boy.” He’s failing.
Your salt trick on the demon is now a rumor spreading in the Butterfly Mansion. You are officially “Salt Slayer-chan.”
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