KNY Hashiras One shots (Fem Reader)

Giyuu x reader, sad :(

I wrote this on ao3 :) 

My ao3 is ricelovesricee (2 Es)

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4 years and 3 nights since I've slept well.

My heart thrums and my mind feel hazy, my eyes are spiraling. Shinezugawa had already left, we buried him last month, my house echoes, it vibrates, but no sound, no footsteps, no company.

Tanjiro was worried at first, he still is, but he has his own problems to deal with. So do I. Happy 25th birthday to me.

A gentle breeze ruffled the delicate purple blossoms of the wisteria garden, showering me in a fragrant rain as he sat on the worn wooden bench. Too sweet for me. I squinted my eyes, the large flash of light casted a shadow behind. The sun rises, earlier than I had expected, I could barely open my eyes wide enough to see the village beneath me. Peaceful. Twenty-five years. A quarter of a century etched with loss, duty, and the suffocating weight of my failure to protect.

A knot of apprehension tightened in my gut. Birthdays, for me, were stark reminders of time stolen, a life unlived. Maybe I had just lived too long.

I never would've thought I'd live this long.

The air held a peculiar stillness, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets. Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered the soft rustle of silk behind him until a familiar voice, laced with amusement, pierced the silence.

"Admiring the flowers, Tomioka-san? Or contemplating the fleeting nature of life on such a significant day?"

I turned, my surprise momentarily breaking my composure. Y/n stood there, her usual mischievous glint in her eyes, a stark contrast to the somberness that weighed on me. I forced a semblance of his usual stoicism. "Y/n. What brings you here?"

Her smile softened slightly. "Surely a Hashira can spare a moment for a fellow comrade on their birthday eve?" She moved closer, a faint scent of wisteria clinging to her kimono. Hesitantly, I shifted, creating a small space on the bench. Y/n sat down, her shoulders brushing unexpectedly. A jolt of warmth shot through him, a sensation I couldn't quite define.

"Twenty-five," Y/n murmured, her voice devoid of its usual teasing lilt. "An age that holds a certain...weight, wouldn't you agree?"

I didn't meet her eyes. "There is no time for reflection in our line of work."

Silence settled between us, thick and heavy. Y/n, however, seemed to sense my turmoil. "You looked...troubled earlier," she said softly. "Is everything alright?"

I felt the familiar urge to deflect, to retreat into his shell. But something about the gentle concern in her voice, the way her gaze held mine for a fleeting moment, made me hesitate. I opened my mouth, then closed it again, searching for words that wouldn't betray the roiling emotions within.

Finally, with a sigh, I spoke. "Birthdays," I began, my voice low, "are a stark reminder of what we've lost."

Y/n didn't comment, but the way she sat a little closer, her shoulder brushing his more firmly, spoke volumes. They sat in companionable silence for a while, the only sound the gentle rustling of leaves.

She was gone, for 4 years and 3 days now. I know she was gone. I accepted that.

"You're still here.", she whispered.

"I'm leaving soon."

"Come with me."

"I will."

"Promise?"

"Promise.", I replied.

I closed my eyes, took a breath, and relaxed. She was gone, but she is waiting for me.

Yet, as the last rays of the setting sun painted the garden in hues of orange and purple, a single, silent wish echoed in the chambers of my heart. Perhaps, just perhaps, amidst the chaos, a sliver of something more could exist.

For the first night in 4 years and 3 days, I slept well.

A/n: SORRY! OMG I can;t believe I left that long ago, here's one if you werent expecting it :) 💗💗