The Month of Love: Demon Slayer Oneshots

Injuries (InosukexAoi)

A/N: This one and the next few chapters will only be around 300-400 words, just as a warning for those who don't like really short stories :) Enjoyy 

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Seeing the world through another's eyes is like seeing fire for the first time as a human, Glimpsing the flame dancing around in a small pit is like watching a caterpillar squirm for the power of life in a cocoon. 

So when he saw her, it was as if he had seen the world for the first time. Her blue eyes danced with a kind of fire he had only seen in the primitiveness of the Northern Mountains. Even her name sung a song to him, echoing in the depths of his brain. 

Natagumo Mountain had damaged his skull, as well as his voice, so it was no wonder he was feeling this way. 

Was she even strong enough to be my wife?

He waved off his own concerns, simply overtaken by the beauty of the nurse in front of him. 

"Hey! Drink your medicine!" 

Was she talking to him? 

"Aoi-chan, this young man has throat injuries. He cannot speak. It requires just a little bit of effort for him to even look directly at something. You might have to feed him the medicine yourself," a woman with black and purple hair advised. 

"Oh... yes." Aoi, agreed as she lifted up the boar mask to reach his mouth underneath. The woman with the purple hair left as soon as she saw the deed was nearly done. 

For a split second, her eyes widened as she stared at him underneath his mask. She was shocked to see his womanlike beauty, but tried not to dwell on the fact that she actually might be attracted to him. 

His eyes flashed open.

Startled. she threw the medicine on his face, with him swallowing (and inhaling) at least a couple of drops. 

Frustrated and flustered, she began to yell at him, hands on her hips as she glared at the boy in the boar mask. Shamefully pulling the mask over his face, he settled back into a comfortable position, ignoring her at all costs. 

Realizing that he was no longer listening to her rant, she quickly left, her face still a bright shade of red. 

No, no she was not attracted to him, she told herself. Nodding quietly and shaking her head, she passed by a young boy with blond hair being carried into the room, only to follow him in minutes later, to start yelling at him as well.