KnY Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Scare Him

BHM Trivia!!!

Where did Martin Luther King Jr. deliver his famous 'I Have A Dream' speech?

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Tanjiro Kamado

Tanjiro stirred in his sleep, feeling weird and anxious. he couldn't put his finger on it, but his stomach churned like he'd be sick.

he finally opened his groggy eyes and sat up. he scanned the room.

nothing notable changed. nothing changed at all.

nothing.

nothing?

"Nezuko!" he yelped, looking around the room in alarm.

her box wasn't there, let-alone his sister herself.

where could she have gone? surely nobody took her. but then he thought about Zenitsu.

"that little bastard." Tanjiro growled, narrowing his eyes and glaring at his sword. he picked it up from the side of his bed and stood up.

he wasn't completely sure if Zenitsu took Nezuko and didn't even think to check. he had a good nose so he should've used it.

his light foot steps were quick down the hall, eyes narrowing and glaring daggers into the wood of the walls the closer he got to Zenitsu's room.

anyone would be surprised to see Tanjiro this mad. you could say his alpha sigma was coming out and he was seeing red!

he finally got to the room and slid the door open, quickly unsheathing his sword and pointing it at Zenitsu.

"where is she?!"

"AHH!" Zenitsu jumped, scrambling out of bed to hide under it. "WHAT THE HELL, TANJIRO?! I COME TO YOU FOR PROTECTION, NOT TO BE THREATENED!"

"where's my sister?!" he swung his sword, swiftly cutting through the wooden legs of the bed and kicking the mattress to the side to face his yellow haired friend. "i know—"

"Tanjiro?" you murmured, rubbing your eyes and watching the seen with both horror and intrigue. "what are you doing? Shinobu's gonna kill you!" you worried.

his eyes instantly snapped to Nezuko at your side, her small, chubby hand in yours, her kimono pooling at her feet as usual and her pink eyes staring at him both tired and confused.

well, shit.

"we can just blame it on Inosuke..." you sighed, letting go of Nezuko's hand and going over to clean the mess. "what were you even doing? i thought Zenitsu was your friend."

you dragged said boy out from under the bed and started picking up the wooden shards from the frame.

"i... don't know." he lied, rubbing the back of his head with a sheepish laugh. "sorry. i must have had a bad dream..."

"bad dream my ass!" Zenitsu whimpered.

"you better get your nightmares under control, then." you chastised, handing the wood to Tanjiro when he offered his hands out.