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This book will only be GenMui and GenMui only. I can write fluff and angst but no smut.
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Okay so there was a Spanish comment and I google translated it asking for a continuation of Teen Parents so I wrote this like after one month...
This is not really focused on GenMui but I'm just gonna add it here because it's connected to that One Shot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Okay enjoy.
★ || Requested by MOONDOLL on Ao3 !
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✽ .・゜゜・ ✽ ・゜゜・．✽
Kotetsu stood there, waving Tanjiro good bye as he leaves the Swordsmith Village. The crowd was cheering, the sound of their applauses and cries. All thanking for his hard work. Then, Kotetsu perked up, remembering that the Mist Hashira, Muichiro Tokito, was resting inside Kanamori's home. He immediately turned around and ran to the house. He stopped and panted lightly, looking at the shoji door infront of him. He wanted to thank Muichiro for saving him from the fish demon once again. He gripped onto the shoji door and swiftly opens it with a small gush of air flow through his hair.
There, he sees Muichiro, sitting up on a futon mat. His hand is on the window sill as he glances up at the sky. Essence were beside him and a plate of dango aswell. He didn't shudder at the sudden sound of the door opening, his expression remaining stoic. He turned to the boy by the doorway, a few bandages covering his face. His face remained expressionless yet has a small glint in those turquoise eyes.
"Ah, it's you..." He says bluntly, moving his hand from the sill to his lap.
Kotetsu sighs seeing the young Hashira being okay. He gently shuts the shoji door and walks over to him. He sits beside him on his knees and bows to shows his respect and appreciation.
"How are you feeling Tokito-san? I thank you again for saving me..." he said with pure gratitude, his bitter tongue is absent. He lifts his head up, gaze focused on the Hashira.
Muichiro curved a tiny smile. "I'm feeling okay so far... but I do need to visit Kocho-san for further examination." Muichiro replies in a surprisingly soft tone. He lifts his hand and ruffles Kotetsu's head gently. "I see your doing well..."
Kotetsu paused for a bit, feeling the hand on his head. An odd feeling of nostalgia and longing came through. He felt warm and safe, almost like he felt this before — smiling underneath his mask.
Muichiro felt a pang of familiarity in the boy's presence. For what he heard, his name is Kotetsu, the same name of the boy he had taken care of. He narrows his eyes, scanning the boy for a bit... his presence, familiarity, the messy hair he would struggle brushing — could it be him? Could his temporary son be right here before him?
