Demon Slayer Oneshots

Sanemi x Fem!Reader|Needing A Suitor

I can't think of anything to say really. It all gets explained in this. I mean, I guess I can say you and Sanemi are 18 in this, so it happens before Tanjiro comes about.
TW: MENTIONS OF INFERTILITY
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Ever since a young age, I was told by my father he wanted me to marry young. He only wanted it for me because I was his only child, a daughter he wanted safe. As a child I didn't get his reasons for wanting me to be married. But now that I turned 18...

"You've got to be kidding me..." I grumbled, re-reading the paper in my hands.

It was my fathers will, something I didn't care to read until today. Apparently within it my dad wrote he wanted me to be married before I was nineteen. I really didn't want to get married, mainly because I was a demon slayer. Anyone I married would hardly see me, let alone having to explain what I do is a whole other story...

"What the hell am I meant to do?" I asked myself, "I can't exactly disrespect his will. It's not right. But I don't want to get married..."

This was the strangest situation I was put in. And I had been locked in a small room with Giyuu Tomioka before, so that should say a bit...

"What the hell, dad..."

It was all I could muster out. I didn't know what to do. I somehow had to find a suitor and marry them before nineteen otherwise I'd disrespect my fathers will. I felt bad enough not reading it for two years because of the guilt I felt...

I ran away from home when I was fourteen to join the demon slayers. My father was always against it, but I wanted to do it. So I ran away without a word. Then two years after, my father died due to a demon. I didn't get there in time to protect him. All I could feel was guilt.

A knock on my door cut me from my thoughts. I sighed, setting down the paper and standing up. I grabbed my sword, putting it on my belt as I walked up to the door. I carefully slid it open.

"Train with me," the person stated bluntly.

I looked up at them. Sanemi Shinazugawa, the wind hashira. Him and I got along, as weird as that was. He was always cold, rash, and harsh but that never bothered me. I took my time becoming his friend and eventually he opened up a bit. I ended up becoming a hashira just two months after him, so we bonded a bit over it.

"Sanemi, I'm not really in the mood right now..."

I definitely wasn't. Nor did I think I would be anytime soon. I was lost, unsure what to do now. Part of me wanted to disrespect my fathers wishes because I didn't want to be married. The other part of me wanted to cave in and just do it.

"Why the hell not-" Sanemi stopped himself, looking me over.

I just looked down at the ground, not meeting his eyes. Clearly I wasn't in the best state, mentally. He could tell that the more he looked me over.

"Come on," he finally spoke again.

I felt his hand take mine, pulling me out of my house. He shut the door behind me before dragging me off. I didn't say anything. All I could do was stare at his back as he pulled me along. Now this wasn't that uncommon. Sanemi would occasionally show up and just drag me along with him to do something.

"Let's go get lunch and you can talk about it," Sanemi spoke softly this time.

His tone made my head shoot up, looking at the back of his head. Sanemi never really spoke "softly" before. He had been kind to me before, but he still kept up his bad attitude when he did. So it was different hearing him like this. It threw me off. But one this was for certain...