DON'T COME HOME, BABE! - T. MUICHIRO

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— "DON'T COME HOME, BABE!" (RIHANNA)
— T.MUICHIRO X READER
— CONTAINS: TOUCHY GESTURES, ROMANCE
— DEMON SLAYER
— NON-CANONIC MATERIAL!
— REQUESTED BY muilicious

"That fuckface!" You restrained the urge to slam your fist down onto the desk, your face probably red from anger. "She thinks she can just... take credit for all my work?!"

Learning that a very anxious bystander--Zenitsu, of all people--had witnessed the class' resident idiot steal and write her name on the science test that you'd spent the past few weeks studying and prepping for was less than pleasant. Of course, you couldn't quite express your anger how you wanted to due to the fact that everyone ate in the homeroom. You whisper-yelled and mimed slamming your fist angrily against the table several times, much to the amusement of your friends.

"I'm sure--" Your friend, Aoi, choked back a laugh, "--that we can find some sort of resolution. Maybe confrontation?"

"Already tried." Tanjiro narrowed his eyes at the culprit. "She just laughed and told me to not get-ahead-of-myself; the one smart thing that has ever come out of her mouth." His tense stance lessened once he felt a soft hand on his shoulder, belonging to Kanao, before he stared awkwardly at his interlinked hands in his lap. "Insufferable."

Nezuko glanced over at the cheater and her eyes widened momentarily, catching your attention and concern. She pressed a palm across your eyes and winced at the complaints that promptly passed your lips. "You can't look, or else you'll get really mad!"

"Yikes, adding salt in the wound..." Zenitsu hissed between his teeth, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Don't look, Y/N."

"What the hell could it be—" You grabbed the wrist of the hand over your eyes and stared at the culprit, jaw dropping at the sight. "I know she did not."

Ahead of you, you angrily watched her flirt and laugh with your most current obsession: a reserved and intelligent boy in your class.

"She's talking?" You couldn't even bring yourself to be mad anymore, rather you just began to laugh. "She's talking with Tokito? My Tokito?"

Your friends all passed you a concerned look. "I mean, he isn't exactly yours yet." Kanao softly said, staring at you in worry.

"He just doesn't know it yet!" You seethed, glaring at your friend with a look that had her sinking in her seat. "She's dead. She's so dead—she's deader than dead!"

"Why not just sneak in?"

Everyone dropped what they were doing to stare at the person who just spoke, Inosuke. He seemed to be half-occupied with his lunch, and the sight of him chewing with his mouth open had all of you cringing. "Mr. Iguro leaves early to go assert himself as Ms. Kanroji's mate, so you just need to sneak in and write your name on it again!"

"That's a hor—!"

"Great idea!" Your frown turned into a gleeful smile, forcing him into an uncomfortable and rather awkward handshake. "Let's do it!"

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