Realization {Mitsuri Kanjiro x Female! Reader}

Epiloge

Mitsuri Kanroji laid on the ground, staring up the sky. The once darkened sky turning into blue as dawn creeps in — ever so slowly. Her demon slayer uniform sticking to her skin as her own blood seeped out of her wound.

This was the final battle between demons and demon slayers.

It was by far the longest night she experienced.

She was first — quite literally — dropped into a place called infinite castle where all the upper moons and Muzan himself were.

She had been injured by Muzan and had to be pulled out the fight by the Serpent Hashira: Iguro Obanai.

It was getting harder to breathe.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrapped around her lifting her upper body off the ground, gently.

She was met with the mismatched eyes of Iguro.

"Did we win?" Her voice was hoarse and weak, not sweet and high pitched as it usually was.

The medical team and helpers were bustling and cleaning up after the mess of the fight.

"Yes, we won."

Relief came over her, but it left as quickly as it came. She thought of a certain Hashira, [Name].

Where were you?

She hasn't seen you the whole night.

"[Name]... where is she?" Her question was directed to the medic.

"[Last Name] - san, has died in action..."

Her world crumbled with in those moments.

No...

That's not true...

You were one of the strongest...

Tears weld up in her eyes and her vision blurred.

She didn't stop herself. The pain in her chest was nothing she's ever felt before.

Why?

"No! I-I-" She hiccuped as she tried to speak.

"I haven't told her yet!" She cried out loud.

"She doesn't know!"

"Kanroji...?"

"I haven't told her, that I love her!"

Another heart broken in that instant.

Iguro had a feeling Kanroji had fallen in love with you, but Kanroji yelling it out loud made in heart shatter in a million pieces.

He wanted to be mad at you but, he couldn't. You were an honest person. Some one he respected like Rengoku.

"Why?!" Kanroji's weeps had pulled him from his thoughts.

"I wanted to marry her!"

It's truly is a shame to be born in this era.

Maybe in another life time.

"Goodbye, [Last Name] [Name]..."