Demon Slayer X Reader & headcanons [OPEN]

10. Be you (Gyomei x TransMale!Reader)

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✎Artist : Jubair - Art station
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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 color
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⋆The words in italics represent thoughts.⋆
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✎Requested by Jariyahlover
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Characteristics of the reader:
✏︎Joker
✏︎Energetic
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⚠️WARNING⚠️
IF I SEE ONE TRANSPHOBIC COMMENT IN HERE, I EXPLODE. What? It's not natural? Do you think they're weird? Oh ok...What about you keep your opinions nobody asked for to yourself and move on? Like, stay quiet. I KNOW IT WILL BE HARD FOR YOU BUT IM THE BOSS HERE KAREN SO NO YOU CANT SPEAK TO MY MANAGER.

ANYWAY. You're cis? Nb? Trans? Boo, here, thinks you're all valid in your way okay? I love you all.
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On this warm spring day, the local market was roaring with activity. Children were laughing, and running around and some were begging their parents for a treat. You smiled at the sight but hastily focused back on the groceries, as you gropped a few persimmons, admiring their silk orange shape and colour. Putting a few softer and harder ones on the side of the merchant, ready to pay. The greying bearded man smile warmly as he announced you the price. You paid. "Nice choice young lady, these persimmons are freshly plucked." Lady. A sour smile adorned your plump lips. You rushed through the rest of your groceries, your high spirit washed out as if you suddenly became an autumn flower ; closing, waiting to bloom again.

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Putting the basket down on the porch, you slid the main door open, stepping inside the residence of your teacher, the Stone Hashira. Being his tsuguko, you considered it was a duty of yours to help him with his daily life to show your appreciation for his teachings. "It's me, Himejima-san!" you called as you stepped inside. This way, the Hashira could save time and effort. Broad and focused, Gyomei was meditating at the opposite end of the room, his back facing you, the doors opened wide to the balcony. "I found the spices you wanted."

"Wonderful."

"I'll go put the stuff away," you informed him and you waited for him to nod before motioning toward the kitchen, carrying the heavy basket overflowing with delicate aromas and tastes. You engulfed yourself in the kitchen, raised your sleeves and started arranging the kitchen. Yet you couldn't help but linger on what happened earlier. It wasn't anyone's fault. The seller didn't mean to hurt your feelings in any way and yet why was it so painful? You shrugged the thought away and decided to focus on putting the groceries away.

Stepping back you observed the neat space. Satisfied you nodded and left the room. Walking down the hallway, you stopped and glanced at the mirror decorating the wall. You looked in the glass. Mixed your hair, trying this or that hairstyle. Which one would make you appear the way you wanted? You couldn't erase your breast or forms but maybe, just maybe your face could at least...You sighed and snorted. You were pathetic.

"(y/n)?" the Hashira's warm and calm voice called out. Instantly, you slid your upper body on the side, peeking your head out of the corner of the hallway. "Yes?"

"I feel you're tense."

This man...

"There's no need to worry for me, Himejima-san." You said, hoping he wouldn't insist. With a large hand of his, he patted the tatami. Silently requesting you to join him. Obedient, you listened. Not a word left your mouth, nor his. Only the loving breeze and the lullaby of leaves dancing within the free spirals of wind, joining their ballet. "(y/n), talk to me."

You sighed. "I just got misgendered. Nothing dramatic."

"Yet, it aches you."

"Of course it does. Yet I can't be mad. I don't...I don't look like a man. But I...I like how I look. I'm me."

"Louder."

"I'm me!"

"Not loud enough." You smiled as you puffed in, ready to push forward your loudest, proudest, scream. "I'M ME!"
The way for you was now wide open.

"Your aura changed. I feel more pride coming from you. You feel free. Right?"

You nodded. "More than ever."

"Then stay just like that. Just be you." His words were simple and direct. Words you could have told yourself. Yet, you needed to hear them. You were thankful. You could have let this fuzziness gain over you but it would have been terribly out of character! You had to find something! "Not like you actually see the difference," you snorted.

"(y/n)."

"I'm sorry."

Himejima smiled. Your humor was back. He had managed to comfort you, his heart was warmer than ever.

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⁘ Requests are open ⁘

✉︎ Requests list ✉︎
➢Muichiro x Quiet!Badass!Kind!Female!Reader
➢Haganezuka x Swordsmith!Kind!Patient!Female!Reader
➢Gyomei x HighSpirit!Chill!Female!Reader