sun stitches | demon slayer

UNLIKELY LOVE | six

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"I"m gonna catch you!"

"No, you aren't!"

"Yes, I will!"

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HIS POV

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A MAN OF STONE

I'm not ordinary.

I don't think I'm even human anymore.

Some people call me a man of stone, mainly because of my name meaning.

But, it's because of impassive and unexpressive I seem to be in others' eyes. I agree to that on some terms. But I'm only like this because I lost someone. Probably everyone in the demon slayer corps has from what I've heard from my master. But this someone isn't that ordinary. They were-

"Hey."

Hm.

"Are you okay? You haven't done anything today besides sit there and shine your sword."

"I'm fine, I just have very on my mind. Why are you here, Kohaku?"

"I just wanted to say hello."

Kohaku Yasui. 

We haven't known each other for that long, but, I suppose we have a lot in common. Hence the label 'best friends.' I want to become a demon slayer to find someone who was taken from me. I wasn't born in a wealthy family, not a healthy household. But okaasan and otousan took care of me no matter how much they knew they needed to give me up. Not to mention someone else helped me of my childhood. She was something else.

Okaasan.

Otousan.

Itoko-san.

I jabbed myself in the arm. My blood trickling down my fingers.

I said I would give my blood for you.

I meant it.

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YOUR POV

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THE RIVER RUNS DRY