ʚ 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒎... ɞ || Demon Slayer Oneshots

(💔) Tokito Muichiro x Reader

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"Why you...?"

- Angst
- GN!Reader
- Muichiro Lives.

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⚠️ Warning:
- KNY Manga Spoilers
- Violence
- Death

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The sounds of loud cheering could be heard once the Demon King had began to disintegrate. Many demon slayers of different ranks celebrated the death of the Progenitor of Demons, some crying tears of joy and expressing pure happiness while some are tired out from the harsh fight, yet they were as equally happy too.

Muichiro fell to his hands and knees after loosening his grip on his katana, allowing it to slip away from his grasp and land on the ground not far from him. The fight with Upper Moon One was beyond exhausting and this fight was fuel to the fire, yet he made it through.

He looked up from the ground and to his delight, the sun shone brightly in the sky, the Demon King was nowhere to be seen anymore as he was disintegrated by the sun's rays, and the Kakushis were rushing, running around to tend to the injured slayers. (Him included)

But that delight was short-lived as he realized that you were nowhere to be found. Despite the Kakushi's desperate attempts to stop him from moving too much due to his injuries, he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Not until he found you.

He then turned his head to a direction, and there you were. Your back pressed against a damaged wall of a house, barely alive.

With some minor support from the Kakushis tending to him, he was able to make his way to you. He reached out to you when he was near enough, gently holding you in his arms.

Your breathing was shallow and uneven, your eyes were half-lidded and almost devoid of life and your strength and temperature was rapidly declining while you laid in his arms, taking in his warmth.

He took note of the serious injuries you had on you, and his heart sank. With the amount of injuries that serious, he knew you weren't going to make it. You were dying in his arms.

His eyes began to well up with tears as he held you tighter, not wanting to let you go. Not just yet. He still had many things he wanted to do with you, he still wanted to spend more time with you. But from the looks of it, he can't anymore.

He sobbed and cried, he wanted to scream his lungs out, he wanted to shout at the sky, to curse at life for taking you away from him too soon. But he knew that it would all amount to nothing. You were already dead, and no one could bring you back even if they tried.

He knew a moment like this was inevitable and feared it, but he did not let it occupy his mind. Now that he's experiencing it, he can not avoid it any longer. And it hurt. It hurt him deeper than he expected.

Because out of everyone in the world, why did it have to be you?