O. Iguro; Why I Chose You

5. Kilig

Some time passes by and Y/n has been fighting the urge to consume her fellow companions. Forcing herself to sleep before any of them actually see her awake.

From any flower but wisteria being stacked up and replaced once the petals falter, the little treats Muichiro and Mitsuri made together despite knowing she couldn't consume it, Jigoro staying beside her for most of the time as he was the one to eat the treats, to the little life updates the hashira still had the time to give her whenever visiting her.

And to no surprise, Oyakata-Sama. The well respected leader of Demon Slayer Corps. The same young man everyone had been on edge about since the turning of Y/n Uzui. Though they were relieved to find out, he, too had been opposed to slay her given how her situation was much like Nezuko's.

Despite this, the hashira all had trouble focusing on the task in front of them. Favoritism most people would call it but to them, it was the nerves of someone who simply worried for their good friend.

Not to mention how all could tell how the usual flamboyant man was losing himself. His hair, that was usually tied back neatly had been disheveled. The golden jewelry and the eye makeup had been non existent. His nails, usually polished the same colors as his sisters had been chipping.

He was a mess and that's an understatement.

Sanemi had avoided everyone and anyone. He didn't know how to cope with the fact he may have possibly lost his best friend. Not another important person to him, losing her battle. Definitely not Y/n.

And Obanai—her lover, had been losing himself. His heart closed once again as his rude exterior had heightened quite a bit. He had even stopped talking to Mitsuri, rejecting a dinner invite from Oyakata-sama, and stayed inside of his estate whenever he could.

"I'm leaving to the red lights district again for our daily meeting. Those boys miss you Y/n, I miss you. Please wake up, you're all I have. Love ya." Tengen leaves a small peck on Y/n's forehead before waving to Jigoro who waves him off with his cane.

Jigoro looks down at Y/n with a small chuckle, placing his frail hand onto her own. "You can't leave your brother so soon, you two are supposed to be inseparable. One shall not leave the other alone."

Despite not being able to talk back to him, he smiles as he watches his daughter inhaled slowly before exhaling through her slightly chapped lips.

How proud he was of both Tengen and her.
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"Don't fucking touch my brother." Tengen's tired eyes look up once more to see his little sister, whose eyes no longer had the sharpened pupils he had last seen months ago.

His eyes filling up with tears as he watches Gyutaro's sickle lodge into Y/n's skin. "Y/N!"

"I'M FINE ANIKI! STAY STILL!" She yells out with a reassuring tone despite slightly struggling to dodge his attacks.

"Aren't you... Muzan-Sama's wife?"

She shakes her head, "Not anymore, Breath of sight, seventh form: bullseye."

Y/n takes one of her blades, the mixture between black and red shining under the moon lit night, jabbing it perfectly straight into the upper moons forehead before quickly taking her other blade to lodge it into his neck.

"I can only guess you're a shinobi as well." Gyutaro says, regenerating quickly before shoving his sickle into her once again. Causing Tengen to get up while enraged.

"Aniki... stay back." Y/n staggers back a bit, launching towards Gyutaro who shows a nasty smile.

"Blood demon art: delineation." Y/n's hands glow a fuchsia gradient as a glowing silhouette of herself is made to pin Gyutaro down subtly for the time being.