Demon Slayer x Male Readers (One-Shots)

Iguro

- Heat of the moment (fluff)
- Mentions of scars on both ends
* Iguro does not show much in the anime, I know little about him, but I do know the basics!
- WARNING FOR OOC AND MINIOR SPOILERS

Iguro could only be described as a man who wanted to be alone, and who seemed to have a strange feeling when it came to any women. He was quiet, but when he had the chance, his tone and words were a bitter pill to swallow.

He was also always wearing that mask of his. The wonders of what was beneath would fill everyone's mind from time to time, but of course it was never their businesses.

It would be a surprise to anyone that he allowed someone to get so close to him, that someone could talk to him for long periods of time and he had no problem with it at all. It wouldn't be a surprise to know that the person Iguro was smitten with, was a blind man.

Y/n, was his name, and he was the perfect person for Iguro. It was truly unfortunate that this ex slayer had become blind from a fight, leaving him with a huge scar going across his eyes, but that was an advantage in Iguroa mind.

Other than sounding slightly muffled, Y/n didn't know he wore anything to cover his mouth for a long time. Even when he did, he never felt it was his right to ask.

"Iguro? Could I ask you something?"

The snake Hashira hummed, allowing for the question to be asked. Y/n put his head down, he would be looking down at his hands if he was able to.

"Could I ask, why you wear something over your mouth?"

The room got uncomfortably quiet, a sudden rush of embarrassment went through Y/ns body when nothing was being said or done around him. The hairs on his neck stood at a point, afraid of it.

"I-I didn't mean anything by it, of course. You don't have to tell me anything."

Y/n heard Iguro grunt a response, then he felt the floors softly move, indicating that Iguro was moving closer. The snake Hashira was fast, and timid when he moved, but he wanted it known he was right there beside Y/n.

"Give me your hand."

His voice sent a shiver down Y/ns spine, but he listened. Lifting his hand blankly, hoping it was somewhere near Iguros own hand. Not even a second went by before Y/n felt his hand being tugged on, being moved to a pointing position.

Iguro softly peeled his mask off, laying it down beside him. He didn't know why he was doing this, perhaps he would deeply regret it all not even a second afterwards, but for some reason he really needed this.

Y/n felt his finger tip feel something rather rough, but not painful. He felt the other man's breath on his finger, Iguro was breathing softly, but I was with a small pause every now and then. Y/n frowned a little.

"What are you doing, Iguro?"

"I'm letting you feel my lips."

Y/n made an 'oh' sound and gently went back over them with his finger. He knew what was going on now. The long almost thick scar was apparent now, seeing it it felt like Iguros lips went on widely.

Iguro soon took the others fingers away, feeling bad about it all now. He set it down beside Y/n and stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something.

"I'm sorry, Iguro..."

The snake Hashira almost growled at that statement. He hated anyone feeling sorry for him, especially when it came to this topic. Usually he would rather leave and never continue this conversation, but he stayed.

"Don't be."

His voice was rough, making Y/n sigh. Y/n softly put his hand out, searching for the other man's head. Softly putting a hand on Iguros head, Y/n leaned against him and kissed his cheek (the best he could).

Iguro turned pink at the interaction, not daring to say a word. Y/n gave him a smile and removed his hand, putting it back to his side.

"I'm sure you look great, Iguro. Your scar shows you survived, that's enough, right?"

Y/n didn't know the whole story, so he hoped that his words made the right assumption. In most cases, scars were caused by demons, at least in this job. He wouldn't have wanted it to be any other way. Iguro hummed and tried to push it out of his mind.

The words didn't help, but he knew that Y/n truly was trying.