"I like you." Giyu x (Fem) reader

003: A Fresh Face

FIVE YEARS AGO.....

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It was a normal day in the life of Y/n. She ran errands for herself as her parents were traveling merchants. She stayed back in the village when they were out and about. She wasn't a big fan of moving often.

The village people were all very nice, it was a small community. She knew almost everyone because of this, people at the marketplace, the drunks in the bar, and the local doctor.

Y/n was taking a walk in the nearby forest, it was a nice day and she didn't want to waste it. After her walk, she would go to the market for some vegetables to eat.

She could hear the birds chirping as if they were singing. The grass was greener than it had ever been, and the sun was blazing. Even the groaning of a bloody injured man was music to her ears.

Wait, an injured man?

"Oh my goodness!" She yelped and fell backward onto her butt.

As she was walking, she stepped on what she thought was a fat stick until she heard the groaning.

It was a man that looked around her age. He had messy, unruly long hair. He wore a mismatched haori, one side was a plain dark red, while the other was a yellow pattern. Y/n noticed blood stained the yellow side, and that he was sweating profusely.

"Hel-Hello? Are you okay, sir?" She kneeled down and gently shook him.

It's no surprise that there was zero response coming from him.

'Obviously, he's not okay Y/n! This man is bleeding out!' Y/n could just smack herself right now.

She rolled up his sleeve and put her fingers over his wrist, checking his pulse, 'It's still there.' She then put a hand on his forehead, he was burning with heat.

When She rolled his sleeve down, she noticed his clothes under the haori. A demon slayer corp uniform.

Y/n has heard of them before. They've actually saved a few residents here in the village. She was never present when it happened of course, as they tried to work in secret.

"Up we go." Y/n eased the man onto her shoulder. His eyes were shut tight and his arms were limp. They hung down the sides of his body, barely sticking to hers.

Once She placed the man's arm around her shoulder, a soft THUD was heard by her feet. Her head jerked down toward the sound. It was a long thin object.

'A sword?'

The sword guard was similar to a pentagon and the handle had a red tip. She picked it up as well, struggling to hold a 100-something-pound man and a sword.

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Slowly but surely, Y/n managed to get the man to the village doctor. If she didn't have back problems then, she definitely did now. She'd have to get it checked out another day however.

"These wounds aren't too deep, but infection is still a pretty big risk." The doctor examined the demon slayer as he laid him on the table.

Honestly, he looked pretty dead to Y/n. He was very pale and he felt cold to the touch. If it wasn't for the pulse she felt earlier, she would have thought he kicked the bucket.

She was sent outside by the doctor, correction, she was rushed. The doctors needed to treat him right away, stitching up the large gash in his shoulder. But Y/n was a distraction, so, they kicked her out.

'Well, at least he'll be okay.' Y/n held the demon slayer's sword in her hands, rolling it between her palms. Should she stay or leave? It's not like she knew the guy personally.