Tanjiro Harem [SLOW UPDATES]

12! ( EDITED. )

A/N: Ty for 1.06k reads! (4/3/2022) I never thought we would get this far! I only expected to get about 100-200 reads actually- but I do hope y'all enjoy this series.

Akaza's POV: (ah yes, he shall redeem himself)

I definitely f*cked up this time. Tanjiro, Mitsuri AND KOKUSHIBU had seen me with Kyojuro's haori. I'm so fucked.

I look at the door which Kokushibu had left through, tears were streaming down his face. He had been absolutely shocked, and heartbroken. I could tell.

I looked at my hands, clenching them and punching the floor till it bled.

Tears fell to the wooden floor, soaking them. I lost two people I loved. TWO. I weeped until my eyes hurt and vision was blurry with tears.

I stood up, climbed into bed, not caring about the blood which had stained the sheets. I covered myself complete with the blanket and stared at the bed.

I cried even harder just thinking about Tanjiro and Kokushibu. I slammed my hands into the bed, colliding with the bed frame and heard a loud 'crack!' sound.

I then felt my eyes closing as I tried to stay awake but the weight on my eyes were way too heavy. I eventually gave up and just let sleep take over my body, regret and despair brewing.

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Douma's POV:
I stared at my hands, then at my lap, and to the door.

I laughed.

Why did I laugh? I don't know why I don't feel despair when Tanjiro and Kokushibu had found out.

Found out I have been fangirling about a Hashira.

Why?

I did something I wasn't supposed to do yet I don't feel regret, sadness, anger at all. I didn't even realise I was crying until the tears fell to my hands.

I wiped the tears away and went to the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

What type of person am I?

I looked at my hands and instantly sharpened my nails. I pressed the sharpened nails against my wrist and dragged it across.

Pain seared through my body and blood surfaced. It felt nice.

It felt like pain was lifted from my body.

However, I don't feel anything.

No one. Absolutely no one knew that I can't feel any emotions what sort or ever.

Not even Muzan-sama.

I then let the cuts open and turned on the tap in the bathtub. Water then rose to a certain level and I turned it off.

I stripped and climbed inside, cuts touching first. The wounds then started to sting and my brain, naturally told me to get out but I ignored it.

I sighed and stayed in there for a few hours. The water slowly turned red and I looked at my cuts, they were still bleeding though it has gotten slower.

I eventually got up and bandaged the wounds up. I stared at myself and laughed silently.

Why am I even in a relationship if I can't feel anything?

It was so idiotic of me!

What was the point, if you don't feel shit for your significant others!

What a joke!

I put my clothes on and climbed into bed. I laid down looking at the ceiling. I pull the sheets over myself and looked at the water in the main area.

I touched the veins in my arms and got up from bed. I climbed into the river with my clothes on and felt the icy cold water hit my back. It felt refreshing.