the moonlight || douma

˗ˏˋthe moon and the wind hashira 'ˎ˗

I never intended to go this far. I never intended to kill the love of my life....

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Hashiras are supposed to do their duties. As Demon Slayers, we hold the responsibility of slaying and destroying every single man-eating demon.

Right?

Ever since my brother and I became a Hashira, we had to encounter stronger demons from when we were Demon Slayers.

I had no complaints, in fact, I liked facing stronger demons. It boosted my strength and capabilities.

But facing demons that made me feel weak? They were harder to defeat than the strong ones.

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It was another day of being a Hashira, as usual, I stirred awake and rubbed my eyes to make my vision clear.

My jet-black hair was messy, hung around in front of my face and my ocean dark blue eyes roamed around my room.

I had asked my brother Muichiro, to live with me, but he refused as he wanted his own space.

He was still young, and he was my responsibility, I had to protect and look after him. Though I know he's capable of protecting himself– a little extra safety won't hurt.

I can't let Muichiro go, no. Not after everything that happened to us.

He seemed to forget everything, like it's all a vague memory for him. I didn't try to remind him about our past, about our tragic past.

I didn't have the heart to do so. I wanted my brother to live in peace.

I got up, pacing around my room to go towards my closet. I eyed my Demon Slayer Corps uniform, reached for it and put it on.

I took my baby blue haori, with crescent-shaped white moons all over it.

I wanted to meet my boyfriend, Shinazugawa Sanemi for brunch. I haven't really been spending a lot of time with him since our crows had been giving us endless missions.

How did he even become my boyfriend? We weren't really romantic, but I knew he loved me; and that I loved him too.

That's right... He saved me on a mission one night– when a demon had almost killed me. We grew closer over time and I learned to be patient with his temper.

Then he confessed to me, wanting to let go of that strange feeling in his heart. For some reason, when he was about to walk away, I grasped his haori... not wanting him to just turn his back and leave after opening his heart to me.

I remember that moment, my fingers trembled on his haori, not knowing what to say next– when he pulled me into a hug.

That's when it all started...

I brushed my teeth and my hair, washed my face, and got myself ready to leave.

I had a skirt for a uniform just like Kanroji-san, that's why Sanemi bought me these baby blue high socks, which covered the exposed skin on my legs.

We decided to have brunch at a cafè, I heard he loved ohagi, and they had really good ohagi here.

I saw the figure of my lover standing in front of the cafè, his chest was exposed as usual. I told him to cover his chest constantly, but he refused to.