Demonslayer oneshots 🪻

🍎 Go Easy On Me | Sanemi x Y/N 😡

(Illustration is not mine, credits to the rightful owners! also, sorry for leaving for so long 😭 I got too lazy and honestly forgot about this book. I hate writer's block 🥲)

"Shinazugawa-sama! Please, can I finally have a break?" the melodic voice of Y/N carried through the air, as they panted heavily, rain drenching their clothes and hair. Sanemi rolled his eyes, crossing his arms when he heard Y/N's plea. "You're not quitting yet, brat. You need more training or you're going to die easily to one of those demon fuckers." He stated, bending down to grab the wooden sword Y/N dropped during their 'fight'. He tsked, tossing the sword at Y/N's feet.

"It's raining, we're going to be sick sensei!" Y/N pleaded, wiping their forehead, which was dripping with both water and sweat. Thunder boomed above, as the rain only increased. "I promise, I'll train extra tomorrow, but we can't be training here right now. All the other slayers already left the training grounds." Y/N continued, her voice more gentle and calming as she walked toward her master.

Sanemi's face burned as Y/N stood a mere foot away, even with the cold wind. He knew his face was definitely pink. "Alright, you better hold onto that promise, rat. But, only if you can knock me down." Sanemi responded, a smirk coasting his face.

Y/N's eyes went wide as Sanemi immediately charged at her, yelping as she narrowly dodged his attacks. She slid on the floor, her hand grasping the wooden sword, and lifting it up to deflect Sanemi's attack, basically in a kneeling position.

Y/N quickly slid her leg toward Sanemi, causing him to fall with a thud and a splash. Y/N giggled as Sanemi fell into a puddle. "Oi! Stop laughing you brat!" Sanemi shouted, an irk mark appearing on his face. Deep down though, he was smiling at your giggles.

He soon charged to Y/N, his cheeks a dusty shade of pink. Y/N gasped, quickly executing a backflip. She sailed above Sanemi, who's eyes widened slightly from surprise. Y/N thrust her wooden sword at his neck, landing a hard hit. Sanemi groaned as he fell face first onto the ground. Y/N almost did the same, stumbling as she landed on her feet.

"Are you okay, Shinazugawa-sama?!" Y/N yelled, dropping her sword and rushing over to Sanemi's side. Y/N's eyes flitted over Sanemi's body, completely still as she tried to figure out what to do. Sanemi simply sat up, wiping his face that was spotted with mud. "Not bad, brat." Sanemi said, a cross between a smirk and a smile forming. Y/N paused, taking in the moment. She felt warmth rise up in her face and throughout her body as she looked at her master, stunned by his compliment. "R-really?-"

It was that moment that Sanemi thrust his sword out at Y/N's feet, giving her a taste of her own medicine. Y/N fell with a loud yelp, mud soaking the back of her haori. Sanemi threw his head back with a laugh/cackle. "That's what you get, you short brat!" A sigh left Y/N's mouth as she couldn't help but giggle, a smile dotting her face.

"So, does this mean we can go inside? I did knock you out." Y/N asked, adjusting her position. Sanemi turned to her and blushed slightly at her grin. "Alright fine. But tomorrow, we're going to be up at 5." Y/N groaned, drooping back onto the ground. "Fiiiiiine." she whined.

Sanemi stood up, walking over to her. He offered a hand to Y/N, who grabbed it tight. "Please don't drop me." Y/N stated as she was hoisted up with her master's strength. Sanemi smirked. "We made a deal, we'll train tomorrow. Now, let's leave." he replied, and the two soon left the training grounds, together.