Demon Slayer x Male Readers (One-Shots)

Makomo

( Hey everyone! Here's yet another chapter! Whaaat the next day??? 🤯)

Y/n - You're Name / Insert Name
H/c - Hair Color
H/l - Hair Length
E/c - Eye Color
S/c - Skin Color
B/s - Breathing Style

Y/n is a soul who has not yet passed on, along with the others. He and Makomo have a good friendship.

Y/n took in a deep breath of the fresh mountain air. When he was alive he never enjoyed it, the stiffness of it, the harsh feeling on his lungs while he trained—but now he could enjoy it without any sort of discomfort. He smiled under his mask and reached up to grab a flower from the tree.

"Picking flowers again?"

A voice muttered from behind Y/n. He nodded, not needing to turn around to know who was speaking to him. Makomo had a familiar voice, one that couldn't be mistaken for someone else's. She was quiet but loud at the same time.

"Yes I am."

"Are you preparing?"

Preparing. Yes. Y/n was indeed preparing for his time to come, as he had been many years before. Only time knows how long he's been here, stuck without a way home, and now a promising slayer has come and gone to overcome the same fate. He was picking flowers so that when he did go, he had something with him that reminded him of the good times there.

"He'll win for us, won't he?"

Y/n asked, turned around to face the girl now. She nodded, holding her hands together with her white flower crown between her fingers. Y/n had made that one for her, and it looked like now the flowers were dying and wasting away. He held out his hand for it.

"Sabito is sure of it, so am I."

Makomo handed it to the boy in front of her, watching as he took it apart and crushed the flowers in his hand. She could tell he was nervous, which she was as well. It was a shame to put so much on a young boy, but then again, this was one of the very little chances they had to be freed.

"Well then, Tanjiro must be the one then—if Sabito is so sure of himself."

Makomo smiled at Y/ns bitterness. The pair hadn't been the best of friends unfortunately since they met, Y/n was one of the older spirits around and that made him think highly of himself, and Sabito thought the same, but only about himself.

Y/n sighed and cleaned off of loop of branch he had made long before. It was easier to reuse the same one instead of making more each time, even though he had plenty of time on his hands. He turned around, his back to Makomo as he reached up to pick more flowers from the tree.

"You've seen him, haven't you? Don't you think Tanjiro has potential?"

Makomo asked. Y/n nodded, thinking back to the times he say the young boy train. He did have the spirit, and when he succeeded in cutting the bolder in half, Y/n was impressed. Tanjiro did indeed seem to be the one who would defeat the demon they all fell to, but part of Y/n felt a little embarrassed that it wasn't him who was going to do it.

"Of course. Tanjiro is going to go very far."

Makomo furrowed her brows, coming up behind Y/n and helping him pick more flowers from the tree.

"You're not happy?"

"Of course I am. Everyone here is—"

"But?"

Y/n looked down and sighed sadly, using the moment of silence to start remaking the flower crown, wrapping the thin stem of the flower around the loop.

"But, I worry about him. Tanjiro is determined of course, but I heard what was going on. His determination comes from wanting to save his sister. She's a demon you understand."

Makomo nodded, not saying a word. It wasn't news to her that Tanjiro had a demon sister, her and Sabito had heard about it from the grape vine and even heard Tanjiro muttering to himself about how he was going to cure her. Many demon slayers would think differently, unfortunately man would disagree and think Tanjiro himself was a traitor.

"I don't think there is a way to save a demon."

Y/n muttered. Perhaps it was because he had only ever met evil demons, ones who ate and killed for fun—but the idea that a demon would be anything else was insane to think about. He wouldn't have it, he couldn't believe it, because—that would mean there was a chance he could have saved his friends and family, that thought alone would kill him again.

"I think there is. Somehow."

Makomo said, giving Y/n the rest of the flowers she had picked. Y/n huffed and took them carefully, not wanting to break them.

"You're too kind, Makomo. I envy you for that."

Makomo smiled, blushing slightly at the comment.

"Even though I don't agree,"

Y/n started, handing Makomo the now finished flower crown.

"If you really believe he'll find a way, then I'll try to believe it too."