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QUALITY TIME — CHAPTER #8 — I LOVE SPENDING TIME WITH YOU!

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Two weeks recovering at the Wisteria house!

"Tsuyoku nareru riyuu wo shitta...♪♪" You hummed the anime's opening to yourself, finding solace in the melody as you skillfully braided Nezuko's hair. The two of you shared a special bond, evident in your harmonious interaction. Tanjiro observed the scene with a warm smile, appreciating your friendship. "Aw! Look at them, getting along so well!" He remarked, his voice filled with genuine delight.

Zenitsu, feeling left out, couldn't contain his jealousy. "Why don't you just shut the fuck up? I want (Y/N) to braid my hair too!" He exclaimed, frustration evident in his tone. Yet Nezuko remained fiercely protective, not allowing him to approach you for some unknown reason.

With tender care, you finished braiding her hair and proudly presented the result. "There, Nezuko! Your braids are ready." You announced, your voice brimming with satisfaction. Nezuko's face lit up with joy, her hands gently touching the braids while emitting a radiant, yellow aura. The sight was undeniably adorable, melting your heart. Blushing, you couldn't help but cover your face, overwhelmed by the sweetness before you. "Nezuko, you're going to give me diabetes if you keep being this cute!"

Tanjiro joined in the mirth, clapping his hands excitedly. "Nezuko, you look absolutely beautiful!" He exclaimed, appreciating her adorable poses as if she were in a professional photoshoot.

Zenitsu, never one to miss an opportunity for sarcasm, sarcastically chimed in. "Oh wow, what a beauty!" His arms crossed and eyes rolling in jest. Unfazed by his comment, Nezuko, in her regal demeanor, swiftly retaliated by delivering a swift kick to his stomach, silencing him temporarily.

"AUCH! THE HELL?! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"HMH, HMH HMMHH HMH!" They were fighting at this point and Tanjiro was trying his best to stop them.

Meanwhile, Inosuke remained uncharacteristically silent, lost in his own thoughts. However, his contemplation was interrupted by a gentle tug on his arm, accompanied by your joyful voice.

"Inosuke!" You exclaimed, your face beaming with happiness.

"Whatddya want?" He grumbled in response. You pointed at his hair, then touched your own hair, indicating your desire to play with his locks. Inosuke took a moment to process her request, a rarity for someone known for his impulsive nature. He seemed to ponder her words, as if considering the implications. "Alright, (M/N)! You better do something awesome! Not everyone is lucky enough to touch my hair!" You eagerly sat behind him, ready to work your magic.

And so, you began your task, your fingers skillfully maneuvering through his hair. It was a simple act, but in that moment, it was filled with a sense of tranquility and connection.It was a nice moment, one that seemed to transcend the surface-level interaction. Inosuke, though unaware of it, felt an unfamiliar sense of calm wash over him, accompanied by a hint of nostalgia. Once you finished, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror. A half ponytail adorned his head, and it suited him surprisingly well. He turned to look at you, your anxious expression betraying your uncertainty.

And then, he burst into laughter. "Pff- AHAHAHA! I LOOK AMAZING!" Inosuke's excitement was contagious, and he couldn't help but revel in his new hairstyle. "YOU'RE NOT AS BAD AS I THOUGHT YOU WOULD BE!"