𝟎𝟑𝟓 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: CONFESSION
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"𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫?"
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Tanjiro sat quietly on the engawa, his legs dangling off the edge as he slowly munched on a rice ball. It had been hours since [Name] left, and he'd done nothing but worry. The sky had shifted from its usual blue to a dark grey, and the scent of rain clung to the air.
Tanjiro sighed, glancing toward the sky with furrowed brows. He placed his half-eaten rice ball onto the tray beside him and stood, stretching his arms as the cool breeze brushed against his face. He had no reason to panic, [Name] was strong and capable, but something about the dark clouds made his heart uneasy.
With a shake of his head to get rid of the negative thoughts, he made his way toward the center of the side garden, reaching for his discarded sword. He didn't want to just sit around waiting. Practice always helped clear his mind, so he decided to focus on his training. He drew the sword, the familiar weight in his hands calming him as he began to move through the practiced motions of Hinokami Kagura.
His swings were slow at first, but he gradually increased the speed. He focused on making his movements precise, smooth, trying not to overexert himself or strain his breathing, as he'd learned to do in the past.
As the minutes passed, Zenitsu walked outside, carrying a bento box in one hand and munching on some tonkatsu with the other. His eyes lingered on Tanjiro's form for a moment, watching him swing the sword with a focus that seemed almost robotic.
Zenitsu shook his head with a sigh, but he didn't say anything at first. He missed [Name] too, and he prepared a bento for her return, eager to show off the western dishes he'd learned to cook with Aoi and the caterpillars.
Tanjiro continued his practice, unaware of Zenitsu's gaze until he finally looked up and noticed him standing there, staring. He jumped slightly, "Zenitsu! You scared me!" He placed a hand over his chest in mock exasperation, still holding the sword in the other hand. "Do you need something?"
Zenitsu finished the last bite of his tonkatsu and placed the empty bento box aside. "What are you up to?" he asked, glancing at Tanjiro with a raised eyebrow, taking in his awkward stance.
"Oh, I'm just practicing my Hinokami Kagura," Tanjiro explained, his voice a little eager, "I want to get better at it without straining my breathing--"
Zenitsu waved his hand dismissively, "Mm-hmm." He plopped down onto the dry dirt of the garden, crossing his legs with a sigh. "Hey, don't you think it's been a while since [Name] went to see Oyakata-sama?"
Tanjiro froze for a moment, realizing Zenitsu was right. It had been a while since [Name] left, and his concern deepened. He gave Zenitsu a small smile, trying to ease both their worries. "She's probably training with someone. She took most of her supplies with her," he said, but the words did little to settle his own nerves.
Zenitsu gazed up at the sky, "But it's going to rain," he murmured. "I hope she'll be dry..."
Just then, a single raindrop fell from the sky, landing right in Zenitsu's brown eye. He yelped in shock, hopping to his feet and rubbing his eye frantically, cussing at the sky. Tanjiro couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.
Zenitsu, still grumbling, decided to stay on the engawa, plopping down beside Tanjiro to keep him company. He pulled out his book on English, determined to focus on something other than the incoming storm. Meanwhile, Inosuke walked outside and joined Zenitsu in his study session, but he wasn't in the mood for quiet studying.
Minutes later, they all heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Zenitsu glanced over, his eyes lighting up as he recognized Kyojuro and Sanemi heading toward them. Sanemi's scowl was as sharp as ever, and his gaze immediately landed on Zenitsu.
"Where's (L/n)?" he demanded, "She's late for training."
Zenitsu scratched the back of his head nervously. "Uh, well... don't you know? She was called to Oyakata-sama's estate. But that was hours ago..." He trailed off.
By then, Tanjiro had joined them on the engawa, finishing the last of his rice ball before Inosuke could take it from him. He glanced toward the four of them with a furrowed brow. "I don't know what's going on, but the storm's almost here... I just hope she's alright."
His voice was quiet, but the others still heard him. Kyojuro frowned a little, though he didn't let his concern show too strongly. Sanemi rolled his eyes and let out a frustrated grunt. The sliding door opened just then, and Kanae stepped out, her eyes scanning the group before settling on them.
"Is [Name] back yet?" she asked.
"No," Sanemi replied sharply, running his hands through his hair. "Where is she?"
"I think she's with Tokito-san," Kanae said thoughtfully. "But I'm not entirely sure. I'll check with Shinobu..."
Before she could finish, the sky overhead let out a crack of thunder, and Zenitsu let out a shriek, diving behind Tanjiro in panic. "SHIT! Fucking loud-ass thunder..." he muttered under his breath, clutching onto Tanjiro's sleeve.
Sanemi shot him a glare. "Calm the hell down," he spat, annoyed by the yellow-haired man's fear.
Kyojuro's expression grew more serious. "I'm going to Tokito's estate," he said, "I'll see if (L/n) is there."
"I'll go with you," Sanemi said without hesitation. Tanjiro and Kanae exchanged a brief look.
Kyojuro nodded, and with that, the two of them headed out into the heavy rain.
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[Name's] eyelids drooped as the events from the long day started to kick in, but she was suddenly jolted awake by a cold sensation on her cheek. A raindrop had fallen from the darkening sky, pulling her back to the present.
As her eyes fluttered open, she noticed the sky had shifted from early evening to a deep gray. The dark clouds gathered above, signaling that the storm was about to hit.
With a soft groan, [Name] sat up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She glanced at the sky again, and then at Muichiro, still asleep beside her. His breathing was steady, but they needed to head back to his estate before the rain hit. She didn't want to be caught in the rain without shelter, especially with how badly Muichiro had been hurt.
[Name] carefully placed her purse to the side, moving closer to Muichiro's form. She leaned over his face, her breath warm against his skin, and tried to nudge him awake. She blew gently on his face, hoping to stir him from his slumber. Nothing.
She blew again, this time a little harder, trying to make sure the breeze was enough to wake him. Still, there was no response.
A sigh escaped her lips as the raindrops began to fall more steadily, but Muichiro still hadn't budged. [Name] reached for her purse again, placing it carefully underneath the haori to keep it dry. She leaned over him once more, but just as her hand brushed against his face, Muichiro's hand shot up, grasping her wrist.
Startled, [Name] froze, her eyes meeting his as he blinked sleepily up at her. A slight flush crept to her cheeks, and she chuckled nervously. "Um, sorry," she stammered. "Are you okay?"
Muichiro's gaze shifted from her to his own body, his hands touching the bandages wrapped around his head, to make sure they were really there. He then looked back at her, his voice soft but filled with curiosity. "You did this?"
[Name] shrugged lightly, it should have been obvious. "Yeah, I had to. You were hurt..."
A flicker of surprise crossed Muichiro's face, his eyes widening slightly. "You didn't leave?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.
"No," she replied without hesitation. "I'd never leave someone who's hurt."
Muichiro said nothing for a moment, but his expression softened, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth.
MUICHIRO TOKITO; FAVORABILITY -- 10% {+10%}
Muichiro sighed, his body sinking back into the ground as he closed his eyes again. [Name] stood up, stretching her arms above her head, and grabbed her purse. "It's gonna start pouring soon," she said, glancing out at the sky, where the first heavy drops were beginning to fall. "Can you stand?"
He nodded slightly, wincing as he pushed himself up. He rubbed his head gently, and [Name] reached out a hand to help him, but Ginko pecked it lightly. With a grunt, Muichiro pushed himself to his feet on his own, steadying himself against the ground.
[Name] grabbed the haori from his shoulders and threw it over both of their heads to shield them from the rain, scooting in close to him as she did. Muichiro hesitated for a moment, but then, wordlessly, he began to walk toward the estate, with [Name] trailing beside him.
The rain was pouring heavily now, the droplets soaking through their clothing. [Name] found herself scrambling to keep her tote bag dry, trying to avoid the soaked weight of it. In her distraction, she stumbled, almost tripping before catching herself with a small grunt. Muichiro, however, continued at his own pace, unfazed by the rain.
After what felt like an eternity, the Mist Estate came into view. [Name] sprinted ahead to the engawa, eager for shelter from the rain, but Muichiro took his time, strolling slowly toward the double shoji doors. As she waited, she couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed by how slow he was moving, but she didn't say anything.
Finally, Muichiro reached the door, sliding it open with a smooth motion. He stepped inside, shutting the door behind him without a word. [Name] blinked in disbelief for a moment before she realized what he had just done. She stood there in the rain, feeling the weight of the moment settle in. "Tokito-san! Let me in, please!" she called, "I need to dry my hair! And I'm hungry..."
She suddenly felt ridiculous.
The door slid open again, and Muichiro stood there, towel draped over his shoulders, his usual frown still in place. "Fine," he said curtly, stepping aside to let her in.
[Name] gratefully stepped inside, wiping the raindrops from her face as she crossed the threshold. The Mist Estate was even more impressive up close. The decor throughout the living space was elegant, and the living area was spacious and organized.
[Name] pulled out her phone and snapped a few pictures of the surroundings, wanting to capture the beauty of the place. Muichiro came up beside her, glancing at the photos on her screen. "You can stay in that room down the hall until the storm calms down," he said gruffly, pointing to a door down the hallway.
[Name] nodded in gratitude. "Thank you, Muichiro," she said, bowing slightly before heading in the direction he had pointed.
As she entered the room, she was greeted by the soft, welcoming atmosphere. The futon in the center of the room was neat, and a small table sat next to it. [Name] placed her belongings on the table before walking to the wardrobe in the far corner, hoping for a change of clothes. To her relief, there was a simple kimono waiting for her. It was a bit too big, trailing behind her as she slipped it on.
She grabbed a towel from the wardrobe and began drying her hair, the task giving her something to focus on while she thought about everything that had happened. She sat back down on the futon, pulling her phone from her purse and scrolling through her photos. She was clearing out old pictures, most of them blurry.
After spending some time in the quiet solitude of her room, [Name] felt the growing need to check on Muichiro. She couldn't shake the concern that had been there since he'd been injured.
Sighing softly, she stood up and slipped out of the room, sliding the door shut behind her. The hallway stretched out before her, dimly lit by the soft glow of lanterns. She walked with purpose toward the foyer, hoping to find him there.
But as she reached the space, she found it empty. The soft echoes of her footsteps were the only sound from her as she stood there for a moment, trying to decide where he might have gone.
Without hesitation, she turned toward the training room. She walked swiftly down the corridor and pushed open the sliding door to the room.
To her surprise, he was there. But the sight before her made her heart drop. Muichiro was training fiercely, his movements strained. It was like he hadn't been lying unconscious on the floor just half an hour ago. His breaths were ragged, each inhale sharp and pained as he gripped his katana with a shaky hand.
[Name] frowned.
She made her way toward the center of the room until she stood directly in front of him, blocking his path. She didn't say anything at first, only watching him as his eyes flickered toward her.
Muichiro's breathing was labored, and there was a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. His posture was weak, his legs trembling slightly beneath him, as though he could barely stand. The sight broke her heart, and she gently reached out and took his katana from his hands, carefully sheathing it before setting it aside.
"Tokito-san," she said softly, "You need to rest."
He looked up at her, his gaze unfocused, and [Name] slipped her arm around his waist, offering her shoulder for support. His weight was heavier than she expected, but she managed to help him walk back toward the foyer.
Once they reached the area, she helped him sit down in a chair tucked into the corner of the room, his body still too weak to do much else. His head lolled back slightly as his eyes fluttered, and for a moment, she thought he might lose consciousness again.
"Where's the bathroom?" [Name] asked urgently, glancing around.
Muichiro's response was barely audible. "Bath... room?" His voice sounded distant, almost as if he were slipping into unconsciousness again. "What's that..."
[Name] noticed then, with rising panic, the faint blood that had begun to seep through the bandages of his haori, a dark stain spreading across the cloth. Her eyes widened in panic, and she turned sharply on her heel. "Okay, I'll find it myself. Stay right here."
She darted around the foyer, opening door after door in search of the washroom. Her frustration grew with each fruitless search. She groaned softly to herself as she hurried through the estate, opening drawers and cabinets, but it wasn't until she almost missed it that she finally found the small washroom tucked behind a hidden door at the far end of the hallway.
Without wasting another second, she threw open the cabinet doors and hastily grabbed anything that looked useful: medical supplies, ointments, gauze, bandages.
With the bag of supplies in her arms, she rushed back toward the foyer. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him slumped in the chair, his grip on consciousness still hanging by a thread. She moved quickly to his side, setting the bag down on the floor before kneeling next to him.
The first thing she did was unwrap the bandage around his head, her hands steady despite the anxiety gnawing at her. She noticed the gash in his head, still fresh and leaking blood. She grabbed a rag and began gently wiping away the blood, trying to clean the wound. She tucked his hair up into a messy bun, using her own custom-made (f/c) hair tie to keep it out of the way, though she frowned slightly at the loss of it.
There was a small jar of ointment in the bag, but [Name] wasn't sure how to use it, so she simply applied a bit to the rag and dabbed it gently onto the wound, hoping it would help. She moved as carefully as she could, but Muichiro groaned, his grip suddenly tightening around her sleeve. His voice was weak and unintelligible, a jumble of words that made her heart ache.
"Don't worry, Tokito-san," she said softly, her fingers brushing his hair back. "I'm not going anywhere. I won't leave."
She could feel him tremble beneath her touch, his eyes half-lidded as he mumbled something again. [Name] smiled sadly, brushing his hair away from his forehead as she finished wrapping his head with fresh bandages.
As she pulled away to finish, Muichiro's grip tightened once more, his fingers curling around her sleeve as he kept her close. She tried to gently pull away, but his strength, still had a firm hold on her.
"Muichiro, I need to finish..." she murmured, but he shook his head slightly, his tired gaze meeting hers.
"No... 's fine..." he whispered, his voice so soft she almost didn't catch it. He allowed her to lean him back slightly in the chair, and then he released her sleeve and let her finish what she needed to do.
[Name] packed up the supplies quickly, then stood up and moved toward the washroom to put things back.
As she was tidying up the medical supplies and brushing her hands off, there was an abrupt knock on the door. Muichiro slowly stood up, his movements stiff. She froze, her hand shooting out to stop him.
"No!" she hissed urgently, her voice soft. She stepped forward, trying to gently but firmly push him back toward the chair. But Muichiro reached the door before she could reach him, his fingers already grasping the handle.
"Hey, no!" she repeated. She felt like she was yelling at a cat.
It was too late. He had already slid the door open, and before she could stop him, the door was pulled the rest of the way open roughly from the other side.
Sanemi and Kyojuro blinked at the scene. They both paused for a moment, taking in the situation. [Name] was standing in front of Muichiro, looking flustered and caught off guard, her hand still extended awkwardly.
[Name] quickly moved to sit Muichiro back down in the chair, brushing herself off in an attempt to regain some composure. She forced a smile.
"Shinazugawa-san, Rengoku-san... hello!" she said, waving enthusiastically as she turned toward the two pillars. Behind her, Muichiro gave a weak nod, looking more confused than anything.
Sanemi and Kyojuro exchanged glances, still processing the situation. It was Kyojuro who spoke first, his voice a little more cautious than usual.
"(L/n), what's going on here?" Kyojuro asked, raising an eyebrow as he took in the slightly jittery way [Name] was standing, her hands fidgeting like a kid in trouble.
[Name] exhaled, trying to act like everything was normal, though it was clear to both pillars that something was off. She quickly moved to push Muichiro back down in the chair, this time more gently, as if trying to reassure everyone that he was perfectly fine.
"Nothing much," she said with a nonchalant shrug, "Tokito-san and I were training, and then it started raining... so we decided to find refuge in here!"
She gestured broadly to the small space around them, as though it were all part of an everyday scenario. But Sanemi's frown deepened as he walked over, clearly not convinced.
He didn't say anything at first, he reached out, shaking Muichiro's shoulder to get his attention. "What's wrong with him?" he demanded, his voice sharp.
[Name] responded quickly, her voice just above a whisper, "Nothing--" But her words trailed off when Sanemi gave her a look, one that made her swallow the rest of her words.
Kyojuro studied them both for a moment, his gaze falling on Muichiro's slumped form. "(L/n)," he said slowly, "is he injured?"
[Name] tried to wave off their concerns with a bright, reassuring smile, though it looked forced even to her own eyes. She moved closer to Muichiro, placing a gentle side-hug around him as if to show that he was fine, her other hand still resting lightly on his arm.
But the Flame and Wind Pillars weren't stupid.
Sanemi let out a low growl, his impatience rising. "Fucking explain. Now."
The sternness in his tone was enough to make [Name] finally break. She sighed, her shoulders sagging as she dropped her smile, her eyes glancing down at the wooden floor beneath her feet. There was no point in hiding the truth now.
"So..." she began hesitantly, her voice quieter, "he hit his head on a rock." She glanced up at Kyojuro, who was now leaning forward, inspecting Muichiro's head carefully. [Name] had brought him a cup of water, and he was slowly sipping it, though his eyes kept fluttering closed like his body wanted to give out again.
"Yeah," [Name] continued, her voice small, "I tripped."
"After you were distracted?" Sanemi shot back with a knowing smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at her. "And therefore careless?"
[Name] lightly hit his chest with a frown, "I said I'm sorry."
Kyojuro looked between them both, "So, he's injured," he said, his voice softening with the realization. "But why didn't you take him to Kocho immediately?"
[Name] glanced down at Muichiro again, "I... I fixed him up as best as I could. But I was going to take him to Shinobu once the storm passed..."
Muichiro, however, shook his head weakly, his eyes now focused on [Name]. "No... I'll be fine," he muttered. "The wound isn't... that bad." He tried to sit up, but [Name] quickly placed her hand on his shoulder, guiding him back down.
"You passed out, Tokito-san!" she said, her voice cracking slightly with worry. "I at least want to make sure you're properly cared for, even if the wound seems small!"
Muichiro blinked at her, his expression a little more confused than before. His brow furrowed as he tried to understand why she was so insistent. It didn't make sense to him. His health was of no concern to her, right? She wasn't supposed to feel this way. It was odd.
"You wrapped me up. I'm fine." He leaned back slightly, attempting to look composed despite the strain his body had clearly been under.
[Name] clenched her fists, trying to keep her composure, but the frustration she'd been holding back for so long was bubbling over. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, but it didn't help. "You're not fine, Tokito-san!" she snapped, her voice rising. "You passed out not even an hour ago! Just let me help you!"
Muichiro's eyes drifted to the floor, and he said nothing in response, the matter was already settled in his mind.
[Name] stood there for a moment, her frustration spilling over. "Forget it!" she hissed, throwing her hands up in exasperation before turning on her heel and heading straight for her room.
Kyojuro watched her leave for a moment, then followed after her before Sanemi could. He could tell something was wrong, and he wasn't about to leave her to deal with it alone.
"(L/n)!" Kyojuro called out, his voice firm but gentle.
She didn't respond immediately, and he knew she needed space. When she finally disappeared into her room and the door closed behind her, Kyojuro knocked gently before stepping in.
She was sitting on her futon, her shoulders tense, her face hidden in her hands for a moment before she lowered them, trying to stop her tears. Kyojuro stepped softly into the room, moving over to kneel beside her. His large frame was gentle as he reached out, placing his hand on hers with a reassuring squeeze.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice soft. His eyes were full of empathy, making it clear that he was ready to listen to whatever she needed to say.
"Nothing," she sniffed, but her voice faltered. "I'm fine. I just... I just wish he wasn't so stubborn."
Kyojuro gave her a knowing look. "I know that's only half of it. You can tell me, (L/n). I'm here for you. I always will be."
[Name] looked up at him in shock, she expected those words, but hearing them was something else. His gentle smile melted some of the tension that had been inside her. With his presence, she felt a strange sense of comfort.
Without a word, Kyojuro reached out and pulled her into a warm bear hug. [Name] leaned into him, her body relaxing for the first time in what felt like days. She closed her eyes, taking in his warmth, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to just feel the safety of his arms and the compassion in his presence.
But then life happened.
"Am I interrupting something?"
[Name] pulled away quickly, startled. Her face flushed in embarrassment as she looked up to find Sanemi standing in the doorway. The usual sharpness in his expression was absent, but he still shifted with discomfort.
"No. You're not. I'm sorry..." [Name] stammered.
Sanemi walked over and sat down across from them, his eyes narrowing as he glanced at the hand Kyojuro still had on [Name's].
"So," Sanemi finally broke the silence, his voice a little rougher than usual. "What's been going on with you?" His voice sounded like forced indifference, as if he was trying to distract himself from whatever uncomfortable feeling was simmering inside him.
[Name] opened her mouth to offer some vague response, but she caught herself. She couldn't lie to them. She looked at Kyojuro, who gave her a reassuring nod, silently telling her it was okay to open up.
Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, her gaze dropping to the floor. "It's about... the Mugen Train mission," she began, her voice breaking as she spoke. "The dream the demon gave me... it was about my sister."
Sanemi's eyebrows furrowed. "You have a sister?" he asked, surprise in his tone. Kyojuro's eyes softened, though he remained silent, understanding what [Name] was about to share.
"Yeah," she whispered, her throat tightening. "Her name was Kya..." Her mind was flooded with memories of the accident. The blaring headlights, the screech of tires, and the way everything went quiet as the world shifted.
"...She died," [Name] finished, her voice breaking under the weight of the admission. Sanemi let out a deep, sympathetic sigh, while Kyojuro looked at her with a mix of empathy and sadness.
Sanemi leaned forward slightly, his voice softer now. "How?" he asked, the usual harshness replaced by something almost vulnerable.
[Name] closed her eyes, trying to steady her breath. "We got into an automobile accident..." she said quietly. "And I was arguing with her in her last moments alive... I was a horrible sister." The tears that had been threatening to spill finally came, but she didn't try to stop them.
The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy with grief. Kyojuro reached out and gently pulled her into his side. He didn't say anything for a moment, just letting her feel his presence as a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone.
"It was my fault she died..." [Name] continued, the words almost coming out in a whisper. "So when I accidentally hurt Tokito-san, I felt so guilty... and I was insistent on getting him proper help... I didn't mean to yell at him."
Kyojuro's heart ached for her. He understood better than anyone what it was like to feel that kind of guilt. "I..." He paused, knowing nothing he could say would truly take away her pain. "I'm sorry that happened to you, (L/n). But you're not alone. You have us now." He gave her a comforting squeeze, pulling her closer. His voice softened. "You're stronger than you know."
[Name] glanced over at Sanemi, who had been quietly processing her words. His gaze was focusing on the wall across from him. She knew he didn't have the words to comfort her - not the way Kyojuro did. He wasn't good with emotions.
Sanemi sighed, standing up and stretching before holding out his hand to her. "Get up," he said gruffly, his tone softer than usual. "There's no use in sitting here looking so damn pathetic." When she didn't immediately reach for his hand, he raised an eyebrow, then did the honors of pulling her up himself.
[Name] grumbled, but she couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. As she collected her things and made her way out of the room, the heaviness in her chest remained, but the comforting presence of Kyojuro and Sanemi made it a little lighter.
Muichiro was standing by the window at the end of the hallway, gazing out at the still-cloudy sky. When he heard her footsteps, he turned to face her.
"I'm sorry, Tokito-san," [Name] said, her voice tinged with guilt. "You got hurt because of me... Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Muichiro's eyes glinted for a moment, a mischievous spark crossing his face before he shrugged. "Okay," he replied nonchalantly.
[Name] huffed and walked past him, out into the courtyard.
Outside, the rain had finally stopped, and the sun began to peek through the clouds, casting beautiful rays and a faint rainbow across the sky. Without a second thought, [Name] pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the scene.
Sanemi came up beside her, a smirk on his face. "Rengoku managed to convince Tokito to come with us to see Butterfly Bitch," he said, his tone casual, "So let's go."
[Name] smiled at him. As they made their way down the muddy path toward the Butterfly Mansion, they came across several puddles. [Name] dragged Sanemi into one, making him jump into the water with her.
At first, he objected, his usual attitude returning as he muttered something about how childish it was, but he couldn't hide the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He noticed how much fun she was having, and it softened something inside him.
She needed this. He could tell. So despite his grumbling, he let her pull him along, hopping through the puddles with her, the sound of their laughter mingling with the patter of remaining droplets falling from the trees.
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< 𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐎 𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 >
- Of course, Muichiro doesn't remember when he got hurt, so he just rides along with [Name's] apologies
- Tanjiro also tried to go with Sanemi and Kyojuro but Zenitsu stopped him
- Ginko pecked [Name's] scalp and it started bleeding
- Sanemi and Kyojuro are sort of competing for [Name's] attention
- [Name] and Sanemi fell in the mud when attempting to jump in a puddle
- [Name] is relieved that she told someone about her sister, but the heavy weight refuses to go away.
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{ Hey guys, I know this isn't the special chapter... and I'M SO SORRY! }
{ I got super sick and then my Comp teacher decides to spring two essays on me. It's been almost 3 weeks since I uploaded and I have to feed my children (you guys) somehow. Thanks for your support! }
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