my first fic, I send my dearest apologies if it sorta sucks (┬┬﹏┬┬)
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• Shinazugawa Sanemi x hashira [ reader ]
• this will, [ ofc ] be probably quite short, and fluff :D
• set in the taisho era, I'll do my best to keep it traditio...
Chapter 11, worry [ this chapter contains explicit language. ]
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"(Y/N)! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
Was the last thing you heard before it all went black.
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Suddenly you felt again. You felt the warm embrace of your futon and duvet, you felt the gentle, cool breeze spilling in through seemingly open shoji doors, and you could feel the presence of someone by your side.
You forced your eyelids to flicker open despite how heavy they felt. As your eyes readjusted you began to hear, the gentle clinking of a wind charm and the soft lull of breathing- but not yours.
You shifted your head to the side, met with the image of unconscious Sanemi kneeling by your side, seemingly asleep.
You felt your gaze soften as your eyes washed over him. His scent a mix of mild sweat and blossoms, it was slightly endearing. You could barely feel the rest of your body, as if you where just floating consciousness- you felt numb.
Numb.
It was a familiar sensation to you... you remember first really feeling it. It was many, many years ago when you were just a teenager, you ran away from your house after you successfully decapitated your first demon. The demon that slaughtered and ate your parents. The entire time you aimlessly walked through the forest next to your house you couldn't feel a thing. The sound of your heart pounding in your ear drowned out any pain in your body until the next morning.
You exhaled softly, closing your eyes once again as you readjusted to your surroundings. You couldn't remember much, why was Shinazugawa with you? Why were you inside? Your thoughts felt like a pile of spilt tea, yet the one thing you could still remember was the unbearable pain coursing through every bone in your body.
It still hurt.
Your head throbbed, but your throat was long dry of words, you couldn't utter anything. You tried to speak, yet the only thing that came out was a raspy, guttural gasp.
But it was enough for Shinazugawa to jolt awake.
"(Y/n)- you're awake. What the heck is going on with you?"
He demanded, yet you could sense the care in his voice. You tried to sit up but your pleas where instantly met with his warm and calloused hands on the back of your head and shoulder, forcing you to lay down.
"I called that pest Kochou over when you passed out-"
'Pass out? I don't remember fainting...'
"She said you were dangerously fatigued. She said you were stupid for straining yourself."
He paused once more, opening his mouth to speak but no words came out. His mind like a gust of wind blowing his thoughts around.
He felt stupid himself, though he had no reason to. He missed your voice even if he wouldn't admit it to himself, your words like luxury to his ears every time you spoke. His ears felt like a dustbowl without it.
He felt his head falling down, his chin resting closer to his chest now.
In the uncomfortable silence between the two of you he was stuck in mental turmoil. Seeing you hurt... it wasn't normal. You were strong- not some idiot who overworked themselves! Hashiras are smart people who know when to take breaks, it pained him to see you in such a state.
"That short insect also told me to give you this."
He said, forcing himself out of his own thoughts as he extended his arm to his side, picking up a clay cup. He took the back of your head in one hand, pouring the stained water through your parted lips. He laid your head back on the futon as he watched you weakly swallow the mixture.
He wasn't sure why he felt so worried about you. You had effects on him, you made him weak in ways. Your signature smile took up every corner of his mind, your beaming energy, so intoxicating. Despite having a similar personality to his two least favourite hashiras, he found your personality quite endearing. He found everything about you endearing, really.
Though he would never admit it he just loved the idea of you, every time his skin grazed yours he felt his body heating up. Just your gaze made him gain conflicted emotions.
He swallowed hard, gripping the pants of his uniform until his knuckles went white. He knew you were probably asleep at the time, probably healthy and fine. But nothing eased his nerves, he wanted nothing more then to embrace you close to him and to whisper sweet nothings into your ears as he lulled you into a blissful sleep.
He's never felt so fragile around anyone before. [ I'm sorry, I can't refrain from referencing laufey any more... ]
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Omgomg I feel very proud of this chapter!! Do you guys think it's good? This might get released in the morning though cos SOMEONE won't check my writing [ I'm talking to you molly! Also when I say morning I mean that or really late cos it's currently 7:15pm for me... I'm listening to laufey ]
Also, has anyone else read that one fanfic of sanemi x (y/n) called lukewarm? It has 4 chapters, a personal favourite despite the fact it's way to short and ended 3 years ago. But what I'm trying to say is this chapter was heavily inspired by that fic, esp when I said "her words are luxury" or something and "stained water" instead of tea. It's quite poetic imo!!
