𝑫𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺ఌ︎||𝐁𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐱𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Paying a little visit

"Y/n san! I heard Murata was injured?!"
Tanjiro cried out, worry written all over his face

Y/n turned to the fretted male

".. Yes he is. Don't worry, he's resting in one of the dorms. You know him?"

Tanjiro's expression softened, as his worry slowly vanished
He nodded to their question

"Yeah. May I go visit him?"

Y/n gave him a perplexed face, but allowed him anyway since some of Murata's wounds are already healing

*slam

"MURATA SAN"
Tanjiro slammed the door open, as he called out the poor slayers name

"EEEEEE-"

He exclaimed in shock, almost having a heart attack

"Oh, sorry if I scared you"
Tanjiro chuckled nervously, scratching his cheek in slight embarassment

Murata sat there, frozen

Tanjiro's face stayed, as he stared back at the wide eyed male

... 𝑎𝑤𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑~

Tanjiro did a little 'ehem' as he grabbed a small seat and placed it beside the bed, also plopping himself down on it

"So.. uh. What happened?"

"TANJIRO?!"

"Heh-?"

Due to excessive amounts of shock, Murata's reaction was delayed for far too long
His arms made all sorts of positions in that moment as he shouted out Tanjiro's name, making the red haired slayer sweatdrop

~

"I didn't know you were apart of this mission."
Murata finally gained composure, now starting a conversation with the perplexed teen

"Me too.. how are your injuries?"

"Their healing well. Thanks to Y/n sama"

"Ohh.. I expected that."
Tanjiro smiled softly as his gaze averted to the floor

"They're amazing"
He said in awe, still afixing his gaze to the frim ground. Recoiling all the times Y/n has done something that has impressed him

Murata though, had his stare on Tanjiro. Copying his expression. Reverence for the young hashira.

"Uwaaah! Their so strong at such an age. It's unbelievable"
Tanjiro stretched his arms, leaning his back a tad bit, making sure he wont fall

"Why? How old are they"

"13."

"FOR REAL?!"
Murata exclaimed, his arms moving on it's own once again

"Yeah! Can you believe it?"
Tanjiro was awestruck, small sparkles forming in his eyes

"That's incredibly young. Plus, their a hashira"
Murata's eyes couldn't get any wider, he already was astonished enough as soon as he learned about Muichiro's age.

The teen nodded,
"Just a year younger than m-"

"YOU PEOPLE ARE CRAZY"

"Now, now Murata san.. strength doesn't really define your age. Besides, I didn't catch yours."

"17."

"WHAT?! YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE IT!?"

"NEITHER DO YOU AND Y/N SAMA. 13?! I THOUGHT BOTH OF YOU WERE OLDER THAN ME"
Murata felt incredibly embarassed, as he argued back

"What's going on here?!"

Trad stepped in, shocking both males

"WAH-! I APOLOGIZE FOR THE NOISE WE CAUSED!"
Both slayers exclaimed in harmony, making Trad form a bewildered expression

Though, the male was going to let it slide since both were apart of the saving mission. And Murata was injured,

You could say it's favoritism, considering that he treats the bladers more strictly. But it's egalitarianism for Trad

He sighed
"Alright, I'll let this slide. Rest well Murata san"

With that, he closed the door behind him.

Both slayers eyed on the door as they heard Trad's foosteps diminish

And yet again, an awkward pause transpired between the two males

*very vivid cricket noises :V

"... Um"

Tanjiro straightened his back, simmering down his shock

"Murata san."

He averted his gaze to the young slayer, Murata's expression still seemed uneasy at the truth unfold about Tanjiro and Y/n

"What?"

"You're short for someone that age"

~

It flapped it's wings, soaring through the raging wind. It's dark feathers dancing along with it. Clenching the slip of paper in between it's sharp beak. Commanded by one to deliver the message.

As it only focused on it's path, a treacherous journey towards an esoteric realm of inhumanity.