Demon Slayer Imagines

Kaigaku

A pretty little thing

❀ word count: 1797

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 Life was an unfair thread followed by misfortunes and obstacles. To many, life had no meaning, for they were too unfortunate. It wasn't balanced, how someone could have everything they wanted, and yet someone else had nothing.
The dull days passed by awfully slow, much to your dismay. Watching the skies darken with the clouds that started to form more frequently, the winter months coming at last. Your eyes showed the perfect reflection of what your life had become. A puddle of negative emotions.

It had all started off normally, as a promising new life that would get you somewhere in life. Your master, the former Thunder Hashira, had taken you under his wing along with your comrades Zenitsu and Kaigaku, and thoroughly trained you to perfect your skills, despite you being the weakest of all three.
The lack of talent you had was so great that not even a nichirin blade changed color in your hands. Your heart was broken, and what would've been a promising future became shattered in pieces.

"Don't worry, my dear, not everyone is made for the battlefield, you know?" the old man kindly told you in private.

You cried immensely that night, however, your master kept you close by as his assistant instead, and so you had stood by and helped with the house affairs, and the boys' bruises. 
Zenitsu was a lovely young man, who had been through a tough life as an orphan, and you sympathized with him, despite his attempts of proposing. It always cheered you to hear his whining on how rough 'Gramps' would make him train, despite him being able to handle it perfectly fine. He was naturally better than you. Just looking at the times he'd unconsciously trained on his own  was enough to see it. On such nights, it was you who'd walk outside in secrecy and carefully wake him again to accompany him back to sleep. For this, and much more, Zenitsu had grown fond of you, thankful for your kindness.

It wasn't the yellow haired male who worried you. Kaigaku, the oldest of you three, and the most egoistic and arrogant man to ever walk before you. His pride was bigger than your weakness, and his eyes always looked at you with a self-given superiority. He despised you, more than he despised Zenitsu, no matter how many times you showed him kindness.

When the day had come, that he left for his selection, you prayed for his safety, and hoped to create a better bond with the boy who many times had bullied you for your weakness, or for defending the Agatsuma. The days passed by calmer than ever, with only the poor young boy to take care of, and you almost forgot about Kaigaku for good.
One night, as you were tending to Zenitsu's recent injuries from his secret sleepwalking training, a knock at your door was heard. You looked at the younger male, and smiled softly, patting his head and motioning him to go back to sleep, to which he quietly obeyed.

With a sigh you lifted yourself, brushing off the dust off your hakama pants, and fixing your haori. The door was opened, and a tired Kaigaku stood there. His eyes were still the same, and unlike your prayers, he was not at all changed. 
He walked inside, purposely bumping into your shoulder to make you loose balance. Not that he cared, as he never truly did. But you had enough of this.

Your hand was quick to hold his kimono's sleeve, making him stay in place. You weren't any stronger than him, but right before your withdrawing from the slaying world, you had quite the rough training as well. Before he hated you, before he threw bad words at you.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked angrily, refusing to turn to you.

You looked ahead of you, facing the now closed door with a serious face, and the tension filled the room. Thankfully, Zenitsu was back in bed, and you wouldn't have to worry, considering how your master's sleep was unfazed by anything. Kaigaku waited for some response, but the silence he got was more painful than any possible word. He'd never truly thought about the day you'd face him for his bad habits, and the thought made him sweat.