𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

二十三

𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 」
𝐔 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐍 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆

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"Um... (Y/N)-san?" Tanjiro asked hesitantly after they had all laid down in their futons, the only light in the room being the warm glow of the candle from the lantern nearest to Inosuke. "Are you sure you're okay with this? Sleeping in this room with us, I mean?"

"Hah?" She glanced at him. "Why?"

"I-I mean... we're all guys, and you're a girl... are you not uncomfortable?"

The way their futons were laid out was where there was a bit of space between (Y/N)'s futon and Zenitsu's, he being on the end with Tanjiro in the middle, and Inosuke on the left of him, the farthest from her. While Tanjiro and Zenitsu were a little wary about this, wanting to respect her boundaries, they were surprised by the answer she gave.

"Nah," she hummed as she laced her hands together and rested them behind her head. "I've already slept in the same room as Kyojuro, so I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

"Hah!?" Zenitsu shrieked, making it seem like a big deal. "Who's that!? Is he your boyfriend!?"

"I was his Tsuguko, yellow boy," she gave him a sharp glare, instantly his lips sealing as he melted from her gaze alone, babbling softly under his breath some nonsense that the others couldn't understand. "I was for a while, before I became a Hashira."

"Huh," Tanjiro's brows furrowed. "We already know that Inosuke joined the Corps because he heard of it coincidentally, and that Zenitsu was forced into it... but you never told us how you became a Demon Slayer, (Y/N)-san. Or... how you became a Hashira, either. If you're okay with it... could you tell us? I'm quite interested."

"Oh, tell me too!" Zenitsu begged as sat up and raised his hand.

"Fight me!" Inosuke cackled.

(Y/N) glanced at them from the corner of her eye before she reverted her stare back to the ceiling, murmuring out, "How I became a Demon Slayer... huh? Are you really that interested?"

"Yes!" Zenitsu and Tanjiro said at the same time while Inosuke just grunted.

"My parents were killed by a demon when I had just turned nineteen," she started, still staring melancholically up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the feelings of sympathy and pity that started to stir within the room. "I had argued with them beforehand. It was a stupid argument too. Something about marriage. I left them, too angry to be in that house, and spent time in town with my friends, not even knowing that they were being slaughtered. When I came back... I found them... dead. I also found the demon responsible consuming my mother's flesh, completely ignoring my father. And he... laughed."