Chapter title: without the ones I love
Third person pov
__________M/N was finally able to move into his new estate he looked around and it felt so empty. There was no one there but him. "Oto-Sans... I miss you" he mumbled as he started moving in the few things he had. In his closet he put away the clothes Douma had gotten him. He stared at what he had left of his Oto-sans... 'just a pair of clothes and this sketchbook... at least I have that' he opened the sketchbook to the pages where the upper moons had drawn themselves, they had been covered in tears. He misses his family. Why did he have to leave on his birthday? That once happy day turned to the saddest day of the year for him. He laid down on his futon looking at the ceiling. M/N reached his hand out, like he was trying to grasp onto something he couldn't reach. What he couldn't reach was his family. He never had a family that he can remember besides the upper moons. 'Man, living with them really fucked with my head'
He opened to a new page and started drawing what he remembered of them. Maybe he made the wrong choice not choosing to be a demon or maybe he really should have stayed human, it's too late to change things now, it's not like he can fix anything. Then he heard a knock on his Shoji doors. "L/N?" It was the voice of multiple people, most likely the Hashira.
"Come in" he answered and quickly wiped the tears from his face
"M/N!" Rengoku came in first with a massive smile
"Oh, hi Kyojuro!" M/N responded, the other Hashira surprised that M/N and Kyojuro had grown close enough to use their given names so soon. "Hello fellow Hashira, I wasn't expecting all of you" M/N greeted them as well
"We know you just moved in and don't have much stuff so we decided to bring some house warming gifts!" Mitsuri cheered
"We wanted to welcome you back!" Tengen gave a thumbs up. M/N just had to smile, at least they cared about him so he wasn't really that alone. M/Ns house was bland, nothing on the walls, no furniture besides the basic necessities, no decor anywhere to be seen.Tengen frowned "this place looks awful." He was blunt about it
"Tengen..." Shinobu said in a soft yet disappointed voice
"Tengen is right, this place is awful. Man you need to spice it up!" Sanemi looked around with a nasty glare.
"Maybe you guys should try to-" Giyuu started but was cut off
"Giyuu, stay quiet, it's what you're best at" Sanemi snapped causing Giyuus face to flush slightly and eyes get a little watery but he shook it off. From what M/N has seen between the two in the amount of time he's seen the Hashira, it seems that Giyuu and Sanemi have a similar kind of dynamic that Akaza and Douma have. They all then started bickering with each other, making a loud commotion.
"Guys, can you please calm down?" M/N asked. Everyone went silent, he could feel the tension in the air. "Take a deep breath. Now try and relax in here." They all did so and placed their gifts on his counter. "Thank you all for doing this, you really didn't have to but you did and that makes me happy. I've been lonely here so it's nice to have someone around."
"Why don't we all sleep over here?!" Mitsuri offered "That way we can get to know you better and you can get used to your new place! And I can help decorate!"
Obanai glared at M/N, jealous that Mitsuri was being so kind to M/N.
"Absolutely not." Sanemi was quick to answer.
"I think it'd be fun!" Shinobu agreed with Mitsuri.
"I wouldn't mind." Gyomei claimed
"Fine, I'll stay too." Obanai still sounded against it but everyone knew that the only reason he was staying was because Mitsuri was.
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Spellbound |Kyojuro Rengoku x Male! Reader|
FanfictionM/N L/N, an unfortunate young boy who under unfortunate circumstances had become a demon slayer at the age of 10. Despite M/Ns age, he excelled and became a Hashira only one year later. A while after becoming a Hashira, M/N is sent on a mission to a...