Shinrinyoku [Kimetsu no Yaiba x Reader]

one; weighty wishing

"AGH, this makes no sense!"

Complaining, you all but threw your head onto the kotatsu table, your maroon-haired friend chuckling at your overdramatic nature. You felt him pat your head reassuringly — not that it helped much. Currently, you were trying to study for finals, a history book open in front of you: keyword on trying.

"You can get through this, [Y/n]! It's only history and English, you're doing well in every other class!"

Even with just two exams to study for, it just felt like too much.

Moving your head to the side so you could look at him, your cheek pressed against the cool table, you pouted. "I think I'm gonna perish, Tanji. There's no way I'm going to pass."

Kamado Tanjirou — your best friend since elementary, when he had chased away a couple of older kids from bullying you. Currently, you were preparing for final exams at his house, the two of you having a grueling study session. He didn't have to worry about much. Save for mathematics, which you had helped him with, Tanjirou was doing decently well in all of his classes.

You, however . . .

Well, it was bad.

As patient as always, Tanjirou patted your head once more before withdrawing his hand. "You'll pass. Besides, you're going to need to study if you want to keep your scholarship."

Frustrating as it was, your friend was right as always. You had gotten accepted into the University of Tokyo on a sport's scholarship, but that would mean nothing if you didn't keep your grades up. Sitting up, you puffed your cheeks out and glared at the history book as if it was the reason for all of your problems.

"So what are you struggling with?"

Tanjirou leaned over your shoulder as you stuck your tongue out in dismay. "The Taisho Period. The shift in politics is way too confusing here. I wish I could have a way to travel back in time so I could learn firsthand, aghhhh."

Chuckling at your words again, Tanjirou began to help you with your notes. "Would you really be able to handle yourself in the Taisho Era?"

". . . Probably not."

A soft knock on Tanjirou's door startled you, and you saw the maroon-haired teen's younger sister peep her head in with a tray of tea and biscuits. "Okaa-san figured you both could use some tea. How's studying going?"

Brightening up at the refreshments, you flashed her a cheery smile. "Thanks, Nezuko! And it's going horribly."

As if to punctuate your complaints, you lifted your forearm to your forehead and dramatically leaned back as if you were about to faint. Nezuko giggled, carefully setting the tray on the table you and Tanjirou were sitting at. She was only a year younger than you, so thankfully she had one year of high school left.

She didn't have to worry about the fear of finals before graduation.

Thanking Nezuko just as brightly as you did, Tanjirou shook his head. "[Y/n] is doing great, she's just lazy."

"Hey!"

Nezuko giggled at the light bickering. "I thought you would have certainly gotten your smarts from your older brother. He also goes to UTokyo, right?"

You were a bit affronted by being compared to your brother, but didn't take any genuine offense to it. "Yup," you confirmed. "Kyojurou will be in his third year when I get there."

Humming, Nezuko came up and patted your head as well, giving a sweet smile. "I'm sure you'll do wonderful on your exams," she reassured you. "You two have fun studying, Hanako wanted me to do her hair again."