Various Reader Oneshots

Late Night Tranquility and Terror (Giyu x Reader)

There was so much to do. In a matter of an hour, the infamous trio returned from another mission pretty beat up. You were rushing around the Butterfly Mansion helping where you could, getting meals ready, clean linen, fresh bandages, whatever Shinobu needed for them. Aoi told you to take a break but you refused. Your best friend was out on his own mission and the only thing you could do to not worry was to keep yourself as busy as possible. The air was warm and humid as it brushed past you, your haori flowing elegantly behind you despite your rush. You had your hair fastened up in a bun, tied in place with a pastel blue ribbon. You were carrying a rather large stack of blankets to the room where the three boys were. The lack of activity on the outside of the mansion furthered the need to move faster. You knew they would be fine, they always were, but that didn't make you move any slower. You just needed to be distracted. The room wasn't quiet but it wasn't loud either. The door slid open with little sound and you walked in. Tanjiro was the first to notice you and he smiled as he greeted you, Aoi standing beside his bed with medicine. 

"Hello, Yuki-san!" The red-haired boy called out and you returned his smile. Once the other two noticed your presence, Zenistu's mood lightened and Inosuke tried to challenge you. A sweatdrop formed on your forehead as you chuckled.

"How are you three feeling?" You asked as you offered them each a new blanket. 

"We could be better," Tanjiro admitted shortly after Zenistu nearly keeled over from your caring nature. Inosuke yelled that he was fine and demanded that you fight him again. Tanjiro's expression shifted slightly as he looked upon you.

"How about you, Yuki-san? You seem to be worried about something." His words didn't escape anyone who was still in the room, including the azure-eyed girl beside him.

"I'm quite alright, it's nothing to concern yourself over." You smiled before excusing yourself. You half expected Aoi to say something in regards to your mood, but she stayed quiet. You made your way to your room and grabbed your blade where it sat propped up against the wall next to your bed. If they needed you further, they would send a crow. Slipping your sheathed sword through your belt, you left your room. 

The walk was quiet as you made your way deep into the surrounding woods, not wanting to disturb the inhabitants and visitors. Unfortunately, the long walk gave you time to think about how the Water Hashira was still out on the mission he was assigned over a week ago. Your form was tense by the time you had gotten to a sizable clearing. The sun was well above head but blocked by clouds. It was early afternoon. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out, drawing your bronze-colored blade. You began with the basic training techniques, swinging your sword straight down, raising it, swinging it down, rinse and repeat. This went on for a few hours until you felt something hit your nose. The scent of rain wafted your nose making you realize that you were so distracted that you weren't paying attention to your surroundings. The sky had grown darker from the cloud coverage and the sun to be setting soon. The few stray drops turned into a trickle then into a light rain.

Weighing your options, you decided to stay out, wanting to release some tension on demons should they show themselves soon. Your crow squawked at you shortly before a soft rumble alerted you. Your eyes shoot up to the sky as it flashes. You stilled for a moment as your blood ran cold. It wasn't the man-eating demons that you feared, it was the natural phenomenon that children would fear at young ages. Thunderstorms. Sheathing your blade, you turned tail towards the mansion began running, but not fast enough. The storm was quickly approaching and the rain was getting heavier. Your uniform didn't stay dry for long in the heavy downpour, your crow flew close but stayed beneath the trees as much as possible. You were too stricken by fear to maintain a level head and this showed tremendously. Your crow called out as you stumbled, your foot slipping in the fresh mud. It was just your luck that you stepped wrong and felt a pain spread through your ankle. It was your breaking point. Tears filled your eyes as you held your lightly throbbing ankle. You angrily ripped at your haori and tore a strip of material from the bottom. You wrapped the material tightly around your foot and ankle as your body shook from fear, frustration, and the cold that was seeping into your being.