|~Petals~| --Demon Slayer X Reader Oneshots

The Cold, Dreary Night In January

Request:no, it never is.

Warnings: breakup

Pairing: Zenitsu Agatsuma X Reader, Genya Shinazugawa X Reader

Title: The Cold, Dreary Night In January

You were so happy together. Why did he leave you? Were you not pretty enough? Were you not strong enough? That couldn't be it, you were four ranks above him.

Genya Shinazugawa clearly had a superiority complex, much like Inosuke, a close friend of yours.

He was also a lot like his brother, no matter how much he hated to admit that.

Was this for the sole purpose that you wanted children in the near future?

You fell in love with him so quickly it gave you whiplash.

He was so handsome, smart, and in your eyes, one of the strongest people you'd ever met. Even if he couldn't use a breathing style. The gun was flashier anyways.

Oh my God, Uzui rubbed off on you after the Red Light District mission.

Anyways, Genya was, undeniably, the love of your life.

But everything within you told you that there was a red flag that you couldn't see yet. Your conscience told you that you had to turn back before you went to far, before you fell too deep into the bottomless pit called love.

The relationship started out nice at first. Between missions he would take you out into whatever town or city or village was nearby for a day out.

You were courting for a solid seven months. 'I love you's were exchanged within the third month, and you presented your full self to him somewhere in the sixth month. As did he.

You wanted to marry him, really.

But he did not.

"Why the hell not? You don't want to start a family together? To start a life together?" you would say, tears beginning to well in your ducts.

"Don't you think we have bigger things to worry about than marriage and fucking children!?" he would retort.

"Genya, darling. I know that there's demons and things, but you have to look at it from my point of view! All I've ever dreamed about since I was small was being a mother. Caring, loving, and living for someone that's come from my own body, my own blood!" you cried, reaching out to grab hold of his hand, before he brushed away from you.

"Well fuck my life for saying this but maybe I don't want to take care of a bunch of little brats every waking moment of the rest of my life!" he yelled at you.

The worst part was that you were having this argument in the middle of the Butterfly Mansion's Infirmary. Genya was yelling at you as you lay in your hospital bed, not even being able to stand up.

And if you were there, so was Tanjiro, Inosuke, Nezuko and Zenitsu.

You felt distraught with the entire situation that you had forgotten the mission you had just gotten back from wasn't solo.

"Genya..I love you so much..."

"Too late for that fucking bullshit, Y/n. We-we're done. If all you can focus on is the future, then we're through."

Your mind was frozen. Your tears continued to stream despite your now emotionless face.

Your friends looked at you in pity. Tanjiro and Zenitsu had leaked out a few tears as Inosuke looked pissed, keeping silent only because of the fact that your eyes watered. And that made Inosuke sad. Nezuko had her fists clenched as they all watched him storm out of the infirmary.

For the rest of the time you were recovering, you would sit out on the rooftop nightly, and Zenitsu would join you as you cried helplessly on his shoulder. That was the only time you ever showed any distress besides that first night. Wheneve Tanjiro would ask if you were truly doing okay, you masked it with a smile ad tried to think the happiest of thoughts around him because you knew that fucker could smell emotions.

You feigned happiness for a long time. And eventually a month passed and nothing was getting better.

No one else knew that though.

No one else except for Zenitsu, whose shoulder became soaked with salty, regretful tears every night.

Eventually, Zenitsu had enough. He loved you too much for you to destroy yourself.

So that night, as you sat on the rooftop together, he spoke up.

"You can't keep living like this, Y/n. It's not healthy."

You looked up at him, wiping away the streams of tears.

"Wha-"

"I can't keep seeing you like this, really. It's killing me knowing that the love of my life is still hung up about the man who ripped her apart like paper. So please, if you won't do it for yourself, do it for me, will you?" he said, his arm tightening around your waist as he continued to side hug you.

You were surprised, really.

"Zenitsu..."

"Shh. It's been torturous, seeing you cry like this every night, and the next morning wake up and act as if everything is okay, because it's not," he said, looking down at you, who was curled up into him now, snuggling up against his side.

Your heartbeat picked up a little faster as your cheeks glowed a bright pink. You felt warm, a contrast to the cold, dreary night in January.

You hated the cold. You hated New Year's because it always felt like you were starting over.

Maybe now, that was a good thing.

Maybe it would be easier to let go of the past this way.

He softly patted your hair as you helplessly cried into his chest.

"Don't hide your emotions anymore. Don't suffer in silence," he muttered against your hair, placing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.

Maybe, this cold, dreary night in January was the start to a new life. A good one. With Nezuko, Inosuke, Tanjiro, and most of all, Zenitsu by your side.

You couldn't ask for a better way to start a new year.