𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗗𝗘

03

ıllıllı 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠 ıllıllı

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

"He mentioned Hashira. I wonder what it could be. A flower maybe?" Slowly recalling the memory of Rengoku the night before, she wordlessly sifted through her books of flowers.

"Good morning! I greatly appreciate you hospitality and caring for me!" A booming voice came from behind her. Y/N internally panicked, suddenly noticing the lack of her mask. "Ah, yes.. You're welcome. Now if you'll excuse me for a moment." She hung her head low when passing him, and scurried into the guest room.

She had forgotten her mask there last night when she was bandaging his wounds. How careless it was to leave it in there with no regards as to when he would wake up. Y/N fumed over herself before returning back to her main room.

It was mid-morning, and light peeked through the windows and shoji doors. A faint humidity clouded the room, but it wasn't so heavy that it was insufferable. Y/N sat back down at her tatami mat, across from Rengoku. He was nose-deep in one of her books.

"Oh, I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to intrude." He placed the book down and stared straight ahead at the masked girl. "No worries. You weren't intruding on anything. I wanted to apologize for being so careless last night. I never meant to bring such harm." She lowered her gaze on her hands, which slightly twitched in her lap. The began to tap them rhythmically to ease the rising anxiety in her throat.

"No need to worry! I am quite alright. May I ask you why you wear a mask?" Y/N was surprised with how he brushed it off so easily. He seemed so lively. But it was to the point he seemed dense.

"I just don't like to reveal my face to others easily. And without my mask, I feel wary. It's a family heirloom." Y/N stated astutely, leaving absolutely no more and no less information than needed.

"I see." There was a small beat of silence before she spoke up.

"There was a term that you mentioned that I wanted to ask about. Umm.. What was it again? A Hashira? I have never heard of that flower before. Is it a type of rarity? Chances are, I have it somewhere in my gardens, I just don't know the name." She slightly tipped her head to the side, a gesture that had come to be a habit when questioning someone on a topic that she was interested in.

He bursted into a hearty laughter that caught Y/N of guard. She nearly jumped out of her skin.

"A Hashira is no flower or plant, Chikyuu-san! It is a rank among the Demon Slayer Corps!" Upon mentioning the Demon Slayer Corps again, she remembered him telling her what it was. She could feel a wave of embarrassment take over her face as she looked down to her hands again.

Stupid Y/N! He already told you what the damn thing was! Get your shit together!

"O-oh. Yes. I see my mistake now." She nibbled on her lower lip. She felt nothing but shame for thinking it would have been a flower. Of course she would have thought it to be a plant. It was all that Chikyuu's did.

"Not a problem!" There was another pause of silence. It was eating away at Y/N. She couldn't help but feel self-conscious and stupid.

On the other hand, Rengoku was replaying the events of him getting up. He remembered passing out, but faintly remembered being carried inside. When he woke up, he was tucked snugly into a futon. His chest was bare and now adorned pristinely applied bandages. His uniform hakama pants were still on, along with his belt. His footwear was tidily placed beside him, along with his haori and Corps uniform top.