"It must be hard being like this~"
Inosuke x Reader:
Y/N, the notorious demon slayer who works outside of the demon slayer corps.
Y/N, the girl who throws curveballs every ten seconds.
Y/N, the girl Inosuke missed with all his heart.
What happens wh...
A/N: Since I have a lot of other stuff planned for the story, I decided to make a short little fluff chapter before it gets a bit more angsty. I hope you enjoy the update! - Iki
"Hey, Y/N~"
They turned around to face an excited love hashira looking at them with an expectant face.
"Yeah?"
"Since you're part of the Hashira now, you can't keep wearing your old outfit! Let's go Haori shopping!" Mitsuri sang with little hearts in her eyes.
Y/N didn't really have anything else to do, so she decided to come. Plus they wanted to get away from the drama between Inosuke and Genya for a little bit.
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The two of them headed to the downtown district area, and immediately Y/N regretted her decision. There were swarms of people going left and right, crowding every single store left and right.
"Damn..."
Mitsuri perked up.
"Did you need something Y/N?"
"Nope..."
"K' !!!
They spent a little longer walking around, just trying to find a store that wasn't out of stock or closed in general. Mitsuri stamped her feet in frustration.
"Whyy isn't anything open?" she complained loudly.
Y/N turned the smaller woman's head in the direction of a small store on the corner of the street and started walking towards it.
"I think this one's open."
A little bell jingled as Y/N opened the door with her foot. The space was surprisingly clean considering how rundown the outside was. Shelves upon shelves lined the walls, and a small woman sat at a desk, carefully sewing something on her lap.
"Hello?"
She looked up from her work, and smiled at the fact she had customers.
"Welcome to my shop, you can call me Fuku!"
Mitsuri nodded and rushed forward to look at all the fabrics that were on display. Fuku chuckled, coming up beside her, while somehow simultaneously keeping an eye on Y/N.
"Sooo, who am I making something for, you or the little emo hiding in the corner?"
The pink haired girl blushed and chuckled, pointing at Y/N who was huffing in annoyance.
"We need a new Haori for them."
"Do you have a design in mind?"
"No, but could you maybe come up with something?" Mitsuri asked hopefully.
Y/N had barely said a word during the entire interaction, she didn't really trust this Fuku woman. Maybe it was the fact that she had bright red eyes. Those were associated with being a demon, but this lady didn't smell like a demon at all. In fact she smelled completely harmless. Perhaps she was another of Muzan's experiments, not unlike Y/N.
"Of course! Anything for you darling."
Mitsuri blushed, proceeding to sit down and wait for Fuku to finish sketching something behind her desk.
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A/N: Something like this? Idk I couldn't really find what I was looking for so just like imagine this fancier and a little bit more traditional. Anyways this kinda matches the reader's sword so yeah lmao.
After a few minutes, Fuku emerged and showed the two of them the sketch she had done.
"Is this good?"
Mitsuri squealed and nodded excitedly.
"It's perfect!"
Fuku just grinned and then began to get to work on the newly started project.
"We can discuss payment when I finish this piece."
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Y/N and Mitsuri sat outside, while eating frozen mochi. The delecious treat melted in Y/N's mouth and the mochi flavor coated their tongue with delicious flavor.
"Thanks for the mochi," Y/N hummed in happiness.
"Anytime!"
Mitsuri was simply happy that the individual beside her seemed to finally be enjoying themselves. She had heard about all the drama surrounding their love life and couldn't help but feel bad for the poor kid.
No one really had any idea of what happened to her in the past, but it was obvious that she hadn't had a normal childhood, not to mention that Y/N had showed their fangs to both Sanemi and Mitsuri.
They were the only two other Hashira who knew about them. Every other time Y/N had hidden them carefully behind her mask. Although Mitsuri tried not to be nosy about them, she was so curious about them that she finally broke and asked.
"Y/N, why do you have fangs?"
Y/N froze and contemplated her options for a moment. Could she really trust Mitsuri? What if she ended up backstabbing her in the end?
"It's just some weird thing that I was born with. Don't worry about it."
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Y/N had almost immediately after that recovered from their earlier confrontation and the two of them at last stopped back at Fuku's to pick up the Haori.
The enteraction was short, but something seemed really off. Y/N had a sinking feeling in their chest, and as they paid for the item, she could've sworn she saw Fuku's eyes glowing.
Right as they were about to walk out of the door, she heard a whisper in her ear.
