PEACE | demon slayer

046

weeks and then months passed. 

true to y/n's words. giyu woke up to the homemade meal by her-- a warm bowl of simmered salmon and daikon for him to enjoy. y/n made sanemi's favourite ohagis in the process too.

leaving a plate beside her bed, y/n didn't know how she should approach the former wind pillar. what took her off course was when the wind pillar had approached her first to say his thanks. as much as sanemi wanted to get to know her more and to confirm his unrequited feelings, he had already promised his mother that he would see her in hell. even though he had detested tomioka giyu, he wasn't blind to not see the hidden feelings they had for one another. 

despite that, the two made small conversation topics. it was awkward but it was the starting to a proper friendship. 

"y/n."
giyu softly called out. 

he had made full recovery. his body was functional and he could move as he wants. y/n hummed a reply, she was currently busying herself with the bouquet arrangement. the girl planned to visit the grave and place her hand picked flowers down. 

"could you help me cut my hair?" 
his words took y/n by surprise. giyu wants to cut his hair? why? y/n stayed silent for a moment. it was no secret that she wasn't a hairdresser nor was she exceptionally skilled at cutting hair. 

she was merely gifted with a weird ability of communicating with animals. 

"are you sure?" 
y/n replied in a rather silent tone. placing down her bouquet of flowers that were adorned with stalks of blue tulips and white baby breaths, giyu nodded a reply. 

y/n liked giyu's unruly hair. whether it was short or long, y/n liked them all. 

"don't regret this..." 
y/n muttered under her breath, washing the scissors she had used to cut the flowers. giyu blinked and the corners of his mouth lifted just the slightest. 

he settled himself onto a stool while y/n kneeled down to get a better view of his long hair. 

"how short do you want it to be?" 
y/n asked, playing with the ends of his soft hair. 

"you pick." 
y/n gave an empty blink. she had thought that giyu was joking but no, he was dead serious. with a gulp and partially steady hands, y/n got to snipping. 

the end product was up for much debate. y/n didn't like his hairdo nor did she hate it. giyu on the other hand, liked it, very much. 

"i heard that tanjiro is conscious and in recovery now." 
y/n shared, wrapping up her bouquet of blue flowers. while the demon slayers were recovery physically from the final battle, y/n took the time for her to grief and mourn. 

much tears were spilled in her room. at times when it felt suffocating, y/n headed out for a walk. she could finally do that now without an escort for there is simply no more demons alive. it was safe... she was safe... and it was all because of the sacrifices her friends made. 

it was all because of them that she was able to roam down the mountain and clear her mind. 

the pain of losing her friends and the thought of never feeling their warmth again was excruciating. but knowing that they were at better places made it hurt less. she wasn't alone. 

they were there with her, in every leap she will take in the future. 

"i'm glad he's doing well." 
giyu replied. his body shivered just the slightest when he thought about the last battle where muzan had magically appeared in tanjiro's body. as if it was some stroke of luck, tanjiro regained consciousness with the aid of kocho's tsugoku, tsuyuri kanao.