~BRAVE~ (Tanjiro X Reader)

Season 2- Bliss

The next morning, I sat up from Tanjiro's warm embrace on the bed. His face lay as if we never had problems and the world was peaceful. It made my heart swell when he scrunched his nose up but then immediately settled down.

My hair fell down my shoulders and I could feel the tips of my hair end through the silk on my back. Luckily I had changed into a more comfortable wear for bed before we both fell asleep together.

Now that it wasn't dark, I could see the color of the pajamas I actually put on. It matched Tanjiro's eyes. A dark red, burgundy. I brushed my hair off of my shoulders and looked back down at the man on the bed.

His lips were parted only slightly and one of his arms was hooked over my stomach and gripping tightly to my waist.

I couldn't even get out of bed. I looked out of the large window. Finally determining that if the sun was up but Tanjiro was still asleep, it was too early.

I smiled at my silly thoughts. Time was only an excuse when it came to him. I wanted nothing more than to be around him. So when my shoulders slipped into the warms of the sheets as well as Tanjiro's arms once more, I had forgotten where I was, because it didn't matter.

He grumbled a bit while he slept peacefully. His hand on my waist pulled my closer as he snuggled his head into my shoulder.

He held me out of affection. He didn't hold me to comfort me or to calm me down. He didn't have any other reason than the fact that he loved me.

He would always greet me first in the mornings. The way he held me so preciously as if I would break with the smallest squeeze when he carried me here. He had done it subconsciously. The way he so tenderly kissed my head last night. My thoughts were surrounded by him.

My hand reached for the back of his head while I shifted in closer. He was warm. Alive. Well. Strong in all forms. I was grateful for this beautiful being in front of me because he brought light to my eyes when no one could. My Tanjiro.

My. Tanjiro.

My legs were soon tangled along with his as I began to doze off once more. Just as I was about to fall into the pits of slumber, I felt the lightest pecks on my forehead, nose and even chin. My lips pulled up into a tired smile unknowingly as my eyes fluttered open to see Tanjiro's eyes beautiful and awake.

"Good morning." Tanjiro was tired. So due to that fact he still had this roughness to his voice that sent serotonin straight to my brain.

This made me think. If Tanjiro and I were to get married would all mornings be this blissful? I stared into his eyes with a tired smile.

Mrs. (Y/n) Kamado.

My smile widened at the though. "Good morning Tanjiro."

Just as I thought that this moment couldn't be more wonderful, our door opened.

"Yamahoko do you have any oranges- uh..." Inosuke walked in. His boar mask was off and he was carrying a plate of broken off pieces of oranges. Of course his haori that was gifted by Nezuko was falling off of his shoulders but he didn't seem to mind it.

When Nezuko gifted it to him yesterday morning it seemed like he wanted to refuse it really badly. But with Tanjiro staring daggers at him behind Nezuko's adorable puppy eyes he felt as if he would be in danger if he didn't accept.

He had mentioned he never liked clothes that much anyway. He just wore them because other people did too.

I laughed aloud while Tanjiro sighed with disappointment. "I do not have any oranges Inosuke. What about downstairs where breakfast is?"

As if Inosuke forgot the awkwardness he had put himself through; he lit up like a light. "Oh! Great idea!" And with that he threw himself down the hall with his maniacal laugh.

"Who taught him how to human?" I asked Tanjiro, getting out of bed while brushing my hair with my fingers.

Tanjiro could only stare at the door in profound confusion and utter disbelief. "What is with him and oranges? I saw him smelling different ones off of the tree outside???"

We looked at each other. As if our thought intertwined we nodded in agreement. There was something wrong with him.

As soon as we got ready for breakfast, we went downstairs to eat with our friends.

There zenitsu laid. Sprawled out on the table as if he was a drunkard. Snot coming out from his nose and his swollen eyes proof that he was upset.

Nezuko's box tumbled around next to him. She was awake but couldn't be present due to the inns  people and the lighting. 

"What going on?" I asked. My hand reached for Zenitsu's shoulder to grab his attention.

My hand froze as I sense the extreme bloodlust. I could feel the atmosphere change so quickly that it made my ears pop. And for the first time ever I was scared of a friend. I launched my hand away in reflex and took a step back.

Zenitsu lifted his head off of the table. Slowly turning his head around until facing the two of us. "Tanjiro..." he said coldly.

The boy in question had his eyebrows furrowed. What on gods green demon polluted earth was happening.

"YOU SLY SON OF A BASTARD!"

Tanjiro gasped and covered my ears innocently. "My father was a respectful man mind you!"

"I DON'T FIND ANY WIVES BECAUSE THEIR EXPECTATIONS ARE TOO HIGH BECAUSE OF YOU!" Zenitsu's loud voice boomed over the covering of Tanjiro's hands.

Then it hit. He had heard us mess around.

My face turned a beat red. My hands went to cover my face in embarrassment. I didn't even think about Zenitsu! I had completely forgotten about his hearing.

"Stop messing around!" Shinobu opened the door with a bang. A smile resting on her face. "Oh my, look at this!" She slammed a piece of paper on the table.

Other people looked at the four of us with odd and aggravated expressions but my heart dropped to my stomach.

"Daddy's home." It read.

"That's my dads handwriting. But he's dead?"