Iguro Obanai (demon slayer) x Reader
(I've been listening to a certain Mitsuri song, and sorry if it's short)
"P-please hurry, Iguro, leave me.. I-I can't b-breathe!.." Iguro watched on in horror as (Y/N) twitched and struggled to breathe against the oak tree they were unfortunately pinned up against. Their own blade was pierced through their skin, driven through flesh, muscle, quite possibly their lung and out their back through the tree. Blood lurched up their throat as their body rattled with each cough from their weakening lungs, Iguro couldn't help but feel bad for them as blood spilled out of their mouth and down their chin. There was no such respite in sight for a wound like this, the snake hashira was slowly accepting it with each whimper spilled from his dying lover's lips. He looked towards the dead demons, waiting for one to lift its head so he could crush it in his anguish. No such luck. He held one of (Y/N)'s quickly cooling hands to provide at least some comfort in their final hour, and wiped their face with a damp cloth so they wouldn't feel sticky. Iguro wished reinforcements could get here faster, but wishing meant nothing as he watched the love of his life slowly turn their head to look at him. "I-Iguro.. wh-why.. why a-are you staying?.." (Y/N) wheezed out as a pool of blood gushed out of their mouth, splashing against their blade, splashing into Iguro's face as it stained his bandages. "Because I-" a twitchy, shaky finger was pressed to where his lips were hidden. A silent message. Don't say you love me. "G-go Iguro.. Y-you'll see m-me s-soon... I promise." Any light that was left in dear (Y/N)'s eyes were gone now, the finger dropped from Iguro's face as he took in the sight of his dead love. Everything was setting in too fast. This love has gone too fast. He didn't want this to end, why did it have to end? Tears pooled in Iguro's eyes, and for what felt like the first time in years, Iguro Obanai sobbed.
"I love you, (Y/N)... holy fuck I love you. Why.. why did you jump in front of me..." Iguro begged the stars to give him his (Y/N) back as he carefully removed their prized sword from their chest. (Y/N) dropped lifelessly to the ground once they were released, and Iguro set the blade down only to take his dead lover into his arms, cradling them. He hiccuped, tears rolling down his face as he buried his face into their hair. It was only (Y/N), he could be emotional. They wouldn't judge him even in death, and he was somewhat grateful for it as he took (Y/N)'s larger coat off their body. He put it on over his own, letting their smell engulf him as he broke down in tears. With their death brought an unholy amount of grief, and a newfound determination. Iguro would rid the earth of demons, then he'd join (Y/N) in death.
