Kimetsu No Yaiba x Reader (Alternate Universe)

Hakuji Soyama x Reader|| Fight

A loud thud made you get up from your seat. The night was so peaceful before whatever was happening outside had your apartment shaking. You took out your headphones from listening to your audiobook and looked to your window. It sounded like a squabble was going on outside.

As long as you been living in the complex, there was always a group of people who were fighting outside, you lived by a bar, and a martial arts class building and from your neighbors, they just pick on people about fighting. There was almost no end to it. You weren't the one to break them up since there was one neighbor that made them all take leave. He was an old man but he was kind. They may not see it but everyone in the complex just wanted some sleep. Right on cue, the old man threatened them with the police threat and they believe him cause he's done it before. The police were down by the bar a lot since they harassed the kids who left the building for a fight. This time, you got up and looked down. They were all jumping this young man but he held his ground. The old man threw the drunks off with his threat so someone got the upper hand. Eventually, the moment they all feel the man fell after. You and the old man looking at each other.

"I'm not getting him." He closed his window.  You felt bad how bad he looked. You sighed and closed your window, going downstairs. You never understood the benefit to picking on marital artists but it's fun to see people get their ass handed to them. When arriving, you saw the young man still in his outfit for classes. He looked around your age but boy was he heavy. It was definitely the muscle. Bringing upstairs carefully, the old man exited his home to watch.

"You see those marks? He got a baaaad record.." he expressed to you. You looked at his arm over your shoulder. Along his forearm were bold lines, marks of a criminal. "I wonder why they took him in... probably tryna make a better life for himself."

You haven't met someone who had those marking. It was new information but his words had you think as you paused in the hallway.

"Well, I already grabbed him... if I die. You know what happened."

"Your kindness... yeah yeah." He opened and closed his door. You came to your room, still dragging him. As you unlocked the door, you took into his features. Pink eyelashes? How rare. You pushed through the door, tired already and set him on the couch. You sighed and popped your back

"Damn, heavy ass..." you groaned and walked off. "I'm still calling those damn cops. Maybe their wives will get them and hand them an even greater ass whooping." You picked up your phone and called. Spoke with the operator about the knocked out drunks in front of the apartment. They were aware of it since the man already called but at least that was out of the way. You heard a footstep and your head snapped to look over. The man was standing up panting,

"Don't tell me... I'm dragged to another drunks house...." He growled. He saw you as a threat. "Cause it's gonna be a bitch... to beat his ass in front of his wife and kids..." you don't know what he's been through but he seen some things. You put your hands up.

"Calm down, kid. You're not even far from your karate thing place... whatever." You mentioned.

"Kid? I'm probably older than you?" He spat back. He was so hostile.

"Probably by a couple of months but geez... you look like crap..." you mentioned. He popped his knuckles and winced holding his stomach.

"I'm gonna puke..." he said.

"Oh hell no!" You panicked and rushed over, taking him to the bathroom. He darted to the toilet and let it out. He was going at it, they must've knocked the lunch out of him. You leaned against the door, watching him vomit. He peaked over, annoyed.