Unforgettable // Muichiro X Reader // Lemon

Sparring

"How do you know it's my birthday? Or that I have been in the corps for a year?" I asked him, excited at realizing he seemed to remember me. He didn't react to my excitement.

"The master mentioned it before you arrived today," He replied. I felt my heart drop. Maybe he didn't remember me after all. He quickly finished his plate before turning away for the night to go to sleep. He didn't even say goodnight. How strange he is, yet, I couldn't help but notice how his hair swayed so gently with his movements. What was I thinking about again? I should sleep.

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The next morning, I woke up with Muichiro staring down at me. The sun was just barely rising as I felt his foot gently press on my side, telling me to get up.

"Good morning," I replied before standing up. I am glad I made sure to sleep in pajamas. His blue eyes didn't react to me waking up. 

"Meet me outside to train in five minutes," he told me coldly before leaving me to dress and prepare myself. I knew demon slayers had to be prepared at every moment, so I wasn't upset at how he woke me up this morning. Is this normal? I can't remember.

I put on my black uniform and found him outside, practicing his swinging technique on a training dummy that most definitely had seen better days. There was a cloud of mist all over the ground due to the early fall morning. It was cold, but I didn't mind. I walked behind him and pulled out my sword to practice as well. I struck the same dummy, drawing Muichiro's attention.

He turned around suddenly, surprised by my presence before jumping about five feet away from me curiously. He swiftly composed himself that if I wasn't paying attention, I wouldn't have seen the surprised look in his eyes.

"Your uniform, you need a new one," He said suddenly. I was confused and looked at it. It was just a standard uniform, I wasn't sure what was wrong with it. He seemed to notice my confusion and brought forth a large cloud of mist around us. He was supposed to be only five feet in front of me, but he had disappeared so quickly I looked around, panicking about what he was doing.

I felt him put his hand on my back as he found me before I could find him. I tensed up at his touch, it was so warm as he put his lips close to my ear.

"It's too tight. You need a loose uniform to disappear into the mist effectively," he told me coldly before letting me go. I wasn't sure why he had to tell me like that, but I definitely understood his point. I couldn't help but blush at how close he was, or how he told me my uniform was too tight, even if it was just a standard issue. The uniform was somewhat tight around my chest, and the sleeves didn't flow like his. The fog was too thick to tell if he was affected by what he said like me.

He disappeared back into the mist, but it didn't let up. I put myself on guard and calmed my heart rate, desperately trying to figure out where he was. I knew I wouldn't be able to hear him since I couldn't hear his steps last night, but I did sense him. Somehow, I knew he was close, about four feet to my left side. He wasn't moving, and even though I couldn't see him, I was confident it was him. 

I silently moved myself through the mist in a circular motion to obscure him from spotting me. I then tried to sneak up on him during our sparing but he looked and spotted me quickly, calmly blocking my attack before he raised his leg to kick me back. I dodged his kick by ducking, as surprise filled his eyes. I attempted to grab his sword and disarm him, but he just swept his leg down onto me, causing me to fall to the ground.

"Not bad, but you are going to need to try harder than that to disarm me," he spoke to me coldly. I will take that at least. We continued to spar for some time, but I never got the upper hand on him. He didn't even seem like he was breaking a sweat, but what else could I expect from a hashira?

"That is enough for now. Now, go make more furofaki daikon," He ordered. I couldn't believe him. My pent-up frustration from losing so much broke the restraint of my defiant nature.

"Why don't you ask your servants to do it?" I asked him, obviously annoyed at him. My tone didn't try to hide my frustration at him.

"Huh, but you do it better," He replied confused. I felt so annoyed and honored at the same time I couldn't believe it! I bit my tongue and averted my gaze because I knew if I saw those eyes of his again I would start to feel embarrassed to even be looked at by him.

"Tch, fine," I replied as I made my way to the kitchen to cook. Surprisingly, he followed me for once and sat to watch me cook.

"Why are you watching me cook?" I asked him, annoyed by his presence. I knew I couldn't get the upper hand on him anytime soon, but he looked so innocent to watch me cook like this. He looked small, but there was no doubt he was insanely strong. I only had to feel how sore my arms and legs were from today to know that much.

"Why do you use mist breathing?" He asked me instead of answering my question. This guy was starting to drive me crazy with his odd behavior.

"Because I have always liked the mist," I replied matter-of-factly as I turned around to avoid his gaze. I felt him continue to stare at me though.

"Is that the only reason?" He asked me sweetly, almost like he was mocking me somehow. I took a deep breath, unsure how to proceed. I wonder if he did remember me somewhat but was toying with me.

"I suppose not. The one who saved me from a demon used mist breathing. The mist feels safe and beautiful to me. It hides many things, including yourself if you wish, but it leaves evidence it was there when it disappears, like the fresh dew on flowers in the morning," I say. I spoke too much, but it was my true feelings. I love the feeling of hiding away but not disappearing completely truthfully.

"Hmm, that's true. I feel the same way about the mist, though its effect on the mind can be a little bit inconvenient. I wonder who saved you," He told me, almost in a mocking tone again. I couldn't tell if he was provocating me or not, and I didn't feel like continuing his game.

"You did," I stated as I served his plate of his food. He looked stunned at my boldness to tell him, making me think I ended up calling his bluff of forgetting me. The real question is, why would he lie?