Demon Slayer x Male Readers (One-Shots)

Shinobu

- Infection (Fluff)

Y/n slowly unbuttoned his uniform, staring at himself intensely in the full length mirror in front of him. This wasn't a pride thing, he wished it was, but it was more of a curiosity. Most demon slayers had some sort of scarring on their bodies, some even loved showing them off, but Y/n tried to ignore them when he was able to. Sometimes he would spend some time seeing if he gained any new ones he wasn't aware of.

He usually suppressed the urge to stare at them, but he had no choice right now; he needed to have a check up of sorts. Shinobu had strongly urged him to get checked out since a demon he had fought a week before had poisons on it. Y/n tried to refuse, but she gave him no other option.

"Admiring yourself? I never assumed you were the type."

Y/n huffed when he heard Shinobu's voice behind him. She giggled softly and put down a small bucket filled with water beside the bed. She sat down and watched Y/n stalk over to the bed. He sat down and groaned.

"Is this really necessary? Or do you just want to see me shirtless?"

Shinobu rolled her eyes and grabbed the other slayer's arm, examining it by moving it around.

"I'm sure I could manage without it."

Y/n glared at her, but couldn't help but laugh a little. There was always something about Shinobu that screamed comfort, even if Y/n could see right through her sometimes. Like now; Shinobu hummed to herself very softly, touching a small scar on Y/n's forearm, she looked displeased.

"What?"

Y/n did not deny that he was getting more afraid by the second. Shinobu obviously thought something was off, or wrong with that scar, or the area around it. The butterfly Hashira lost her smile for a moment, seeming very serious.

"This scar is infected. How did you get it?"

Y/n gulped and looked down to his arm at the brownish scar. His brain went through every event possible in the past few weeks, but he honestly never noticed it before. He took a breath and closed his eyes, trying to remain focussed.

"I remember that demon, she, uh, stuck one of her nails in my arm when i was about to behead her."

Shinobu nodded and let go of his arm, setting it down beside him as gently as she could. She reached beside her and grabbed a wet cloth that had been sitting in the bucket she brought with her. Y/n offered his arm once more.

"I don't doubt she poisoned you--"

Y/n hissed as Shinobu wrapped the cloth around his arm.

"I would have to run more tests to see how to treat this, I'm sorry Y/n."

Shinobu applied pressure on the scar as she explained more about what kind of treatment might be needed. She tried her best not to scare him with the talk of having to cut his arm off, which with her deadly calm voice, made it sound a lot worse.

"As long as you stay off your feet, and come here everyday—you'll be alright, Y/n."

Shinobu got up from her seat and offered Y/n a little smile, unlike her normal one, this time she seemed saddened. Y/n offered a quick smile back and held the cloth on his arm, hissing under his breath.

"Keep it on your arm, Aoi will be here to put a bandage on in a moment."

Y/n nodded and watched Shinobu leave. He sighed and looked down to his feet, chuckling a little. It was nice knowing she cared so much about him.