Fight

Part 14

Nezuko shoved her way through her closet, she dragged out dress after dress. Each one being thrown on her bed after examination in her mirror.

"You know you'll be cute no matter what you wear, you don't really need to worry about this,"
Daki tried to assure her.

Daki was laying sprawled across Nezukos bed, slowly getting buried by clothes.

"I agree with your friend, Muichiro probably won't mind what your wearing," Tanjiro also chimed in. He was sitting on the edge of Nezukos bed, avoiding Dakis limbs.

"I know, it's just..." Nezuko wasn't sure how to explain this to them. She didn't know how to explain how nervous and flushed she got around Muichiro or how much her chest hurt when she thought about him when he wasn't around. She didn't know how to explain to them how deep her crush for Muichiro ran. All she was trying to do was look good so she'd have one less thing to be nervous about.

"You know I was kinda surprised when I found out Muichiro and asked you out," Tanjiro pulled her from her tornado of thoughts "not because of you or anything, it's just I've never really imagined him being any sort of people person, he's pretty sassy to some of our classemates, and over trains the under class men, but then again he did ask a bit about you when you came to my tournament a little over a year ago,"

"When we ran into him at the grocery store, he seemed like he didn't know her though," Daki chimed in.

Tanjiro gave a confused look "That not right he's definitely talked about you before,"

Once again Nezukos face flushed. She thought that she had been the only one who really took notice of the other a back then. Her eyes locked with a soft pink dress. She hadn't worn it in a little while but it had a black geometric pattern she liked. She pulled out the dress and examined it. It had a white collar, and the skirt seem to go down to about knee hight. She twirled around, holding the dress up her body.

"What do you guys think," she asked.

The two looked at her and smiled.

"You look super cute," Daki told her.

Nezuko twirled back around to the mirror and smiled. She wondered if Muichiro would remember it. It was the dress she wore to her brothers fencing tournament the year prior. It was the dress she was wearing when she first took notice of Muichiro, and when he first took notice of her.