Demon Slayer X Reader & headcanons [OPEN]

8. Blanket shield (Shinobu x Male!Reader)

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✎Artist : AkishuRender - Deviantart
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Here is a little helper:
✏︎(y/n)=your name
✏︎(l/n)=your last name
✏︎(h/l)=hair length
✏︎(h/c)=hair color
✏︎(e/c)=eye colour
✏︎(s/c)=skin color
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by anonymous
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Modest
✏︎Shy
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Your skin, your muscles, your bones; everything was screeching in pain. As if a burning fire was spanking you repetitively. "Ugh." All your remaining strength went into your elbows and upper arms as you left your torso up so you could locate yourself. After all, you didn't know how you arrived here. Only that you went into unconsciousness once your enemy was defeated, burned out of all your energy. Sadly, turning your head was a challenge so you gave up and simply looked up and down. That's when you saw your scarred and stitched-up (s/c) chest, bare. At the end of the bed rested your clothes. Someone had undressed you. Very shy of your body and socially awkward as you were, you pulled the blanket, you pulled the blanket over your chest but got surprised, midway. "Your wounds need to breathe."

"Huh?" Forgetting the pain, you turned your neck around, not without a very unmanly whine. "Who?" You looked around the tidy room. Pencil dancing against the paper. An office where sat a woman, whose hair was held together by a purple, turquoise and white butterfly clip, going perfectly well with her butterfly-patterned haori sat in a corner of the room. She was writing at an incredible speed. It could only be... "Shinobu-san?" you called.

The petite woman pushed her chair to your side, the few strands of hair untied, flying delicately. "You've been found unconscious, again." Barely arrived and you were already lectured. Amazing.

"Shino-"

"You're driving yourself sick. It's unacceptable." she clapped her hands together. Her purple eyes, scrutinize you up and down. You've known each other for over 10 years. She was well aware of how uncomfortable you felt whenever you had to reveal your body to someone else. Not that you hated how you looked, it just, for you, showing skin was a very private thing. You knew she wouldn't have let anyone take care of you, so obviously she did it and somehow, knowing that the someone who had undressed you was a friend, was even more nerve-racking. "I-I-"

"You're not the first patient I had to undress." This woman knew you so well it was scary. "No! That's not...the point." You hid your face in your hands. "Oh, it's embarrassing!"

"Oh, of course. I should have let you empty yourself of your blood. Ara ara~" she laughed so sarcastically that it hurt.

"That's...not the point either."

She smiled, bringing a hand to her cheek, reinforcing her warmth and stretched an arm toward her tools. "Let's check how you're healing." Instantly, you pulled the blanket even more.

Silence.

You stared at one another.

Silently.

Still staring.

"(y/n), I can't check your wounds like this."

"That's a shame."

"(y/n)."

"So, how was your day?"

"(y/n) (l/n)."

"It's very lovely outside today!"

"(Y/N)."

You lowered the blanket ever so slightly, under her gaze and cold smile, never budging. This woman was scary.

"I'm sorry."

"You better be." There would never be "Oh no worries," with this woman. It was white or black. Never grey.

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Simple and very cartoony. I actually enjoyed writing this one even if it ended up being quite short.

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