"I'm not sure I wanna stay here, Giyu." Tanjirou groaned. He was going to take the child and leave. Maybe he could give the child off to someone. No. That was a bit too reckless. The hashira covered his face with his palms.
The demon lived in his home. The demon gave birth to his child. The demon was going to leave him. Oh, he wanted to keep the child. He wanted to teach the child, feed it, train it. It.
He saw the child as an "It". He needed to correct that. "Mh." He managed. He couldn't talk.
"He isn't a demon, but I feel like, me being one, would disrupt his living style."
Tomioka's hand hovered over the child's head. He was scared to touch it. "Mizuchi." Tomioka said softly.
Tanjiro grew angry. "I'm talking about leaving, and you're naming her?" He leaned back away from Tomioka. He let out a small hmph and raised his head. "You're not leaving." Tomioka sighed and waved his hands in the air. "Ahh, but I am."
"You're not."
"Then what should I do? Stay here, and look like some disgusting..." Tanjiro looked over his shoulder. "You're not. No one sees you like that." Tomioka tries to soothe him. Tanjirou smoothes out the lumps from the blanket. He places the child down and stands up. "How do you know that?" Tanjirou looks up at the Hashira.
He din't know. Tomioka didn't know. Him being the hashira meant not really interacting with the kakushi's on a cordial level. He wasn't really a friend to them. They all saw him as a quiet, smart man, who knew what to do. He wasn't their friend like Tanjiro was. Tanjiro could chat with them. He'd take walks with them and everything. Including chores.
"It doesn't matter. But please. Stay." Tomioka pleaded. "WHat do you not understand? Think logically please. I can't stay too long here. I'll be a demon in less than two weeks. Permanently. So just, please, please please, understan that
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