(REQUESTS CLOSED) Kimetsu no Yaiba Scenarios

If They Played With Your Hair

REQUESTED BY: Musicstyle16

A/N: I thought this was really sweet, so I just had to include it. Enjoy!

(For those of you with thicker/textured hair, I'm really sorry if this isn't as relatable - I tried to make this as inclusive as I could.)

Also, a reminder: After the NSFW Alphabet chapters are gone, I'll have 12-13 request spots left, and then this book will be done and I'll start importing everything to tumblr. For the minors in the room, I'll have a SFW sideblog dedicated to KNY, and I'll be adding a few more characters over there so people will stop asking. For example, Mitsuri.

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Tanjiro:

He has lots of practice due to having two sisters and an overworked mother growing up. You're almost envious as he effortlessly trails a comb through your hair and twists it into whatever bun, braid, or ponytail you want. Sometimes when you sit against him he'll start making your hair into intricate braids or twists just to focus on something pleasant.

Nezuko:

She already loves to play with your hair, so when you approach her wanting her to do something with it she's happy as can be, humming a tune while playing and doing this and that with your hair. She could mess around with it for hours, and you'd let her. Her hands are so careful and gentle that it's almost like she's not touching you at all.

Zenitsu:

He's honestly kind of lost when it comes to hair. He tries, though - on more than one occasion he's gone to Tanjiro for advice on hairstyles. When the two of you sit together, he likes to pet the back of it, admiring its softness.

Inosuke:

He's utterly hopeless when it comes to your hair. He's never had to worry about it before, so he usually ends up hurting you as he tries to put it into pigtails. Mostly he just sits with you and runs his hands across it in wonder.

Giyuu:

He hasn't gotten to play with hair since his sister was alive, and the first time he hesitantly touches your head with that intent, he expects you to jump away. When you simply smile and close your eyes, he grows bolder - running his fingers through the strands and watching as it fell back into place. It's soothing for him, something that grounds him to the moment instead of wilting in anxiety.

Kyojuro:

He used to help his mother with hers while she was still alive - so when you let him start gathering your hair and tugging it gently into sections, it fills him with happiness that you trust him this much.

Muichiro:

Sometimes when he's dissociating, or when he's simply sleepy, he'll lazily take strands of your hair and lift them, pulling them through his fingers until they fall back into place. This mundane activity could entertain him for literal hours if you'd sit there that long.

Shinobu:

She's used to hair, having helped Kanae with Kanao's hair when the latter was a child (no matter how much she'd protested and sulked about it before). Even now, sometimes the triplets need help looking neat, and so her deft hands work quickly to pull your mussed-up hair into a nice style that compliments your face. She finishes the styling with a butterfly pin and a sweet smile.

Gyomei:

He doesn't play with your hair on purpose - sometimes when you sit with him, his hand trails up your back and stops at the soft strands, his fingers gently running through them absentmindedly. He wouldn't have much of a clue if you asked him to help you with it - his own hair is too short to style and he's blind, (y/n).

Sanemi:

He's always surprised at how you keep your hair so soft, especially considering the high-stakes job you both have. Sometimes when you're dozing, he'll take your hair and watch it reflect the sunlight above. It reminds him of his childhood, and if you ever see him quickly turning away from you after that, he'll never admit those painful emotions out loud.

Akaza:

Something about letting him mess with your hair is incredibly nostalgic and sad for him, though he doesn't understand why. For some unknown reason to the both of you, he always does the same style; it gets him awfully solemn, even as he perfects your updo and finishes the hairstyle with a decorative comb.

Douma:

He's always content to mess with your hair. The styles of the women who come to visit him - as well as the heads of some of his favorite victims that he's messed with in his spare time - serve as an inspiration for him as he goes for the pins and elaborate combs he keeps in a stash in his private quarters. He almost does your hair better than you - and to be honest, you're kind of envious.

Kokushibo:

He's so used to taking care of his own hair that when you ask him to do your own, he obliges when he isn't busy. Some deep memory that's been long buried deep in his mind, something more soft and intimate, always seems to surface whenever you sit before him, your hair freshly dried, the taller man sinking a comb through it. He doesn't remember much, only the faint memory of a woman in the same spot as you, a woman he once held a great affection for. The memory always makes him take pause, yet he can't bring himself to pull away from you.

Muzan:

He's used to being fussed over, yet here you are, sleeping in his presence, your hair spilling over the side of the sofa you're napping on. You look totally disheveled, your uniform shirt wrinkled and your bun practically falling apart. With a longsuffering sigh, he sits beside you and positions you against the back of the sofa, carefully pulling your hair from its bun and lets it fall over your neck and shoulders.

Almost amusedly, he presses a strand between his fingers and glances down at your peaceful expression. He could kill you if he wanted to, yet you trust him completely - you hadn't even woken up when he touched you. He couldn't tell if you were foolish, or brave.

Yoriichi:

His hands almost seem to go into autopilot when you ask him to do your hair for you. Even as he seems calm on the outside, on the inside he's a mess; Uta always let him play with her hair during quiet moments between the two of them, when nothing would be said but their gestures would speak for them. He considers it intimate whenever you come to him and ask - and he takes great care to pour every ounce of love he has for you into his hands, so that you might feel just how deeply he cares for you... as well as to relieve his grief over the loss of his wife.

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A/N: Please tell me what you thought!