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➤【 yandere kny x fem! reader 】
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl is overtaken with the desire to be the best and overcome any obstacle - human or demon - that stands in her way, unknowingly attracting said o...
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「 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑹 」 𝐋 𝐀 𝐘 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒
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Sitting beside Haganezuka on the wrap around of the Butterfly Mansion, (Y/N) almost couldn't believe her eyes when he removed the spotted cloth around his head and then the Hyottoko mask that so usually covered his face. She knew that sword smiths kept their identities secret because if demons found that out, they could kill them more easily, but she hadn't expected to see him so readily remove the piece.
Even more so was she surprised by his features.
His long, black hair fell in waves down to his shoulders that highlighted his sharp eyes and distinctly-shaped thick eyebrows.
She blinked.
The hell?
I did not expect this man to look this good.
Haganezuka didn't seem to care about her staring since his attention was glued to the rice dumpling that he had in hand, his pale cheeks swathed in pink as he ate the delicious treat. Letting out a small groan of delight as he finished his food, finding that doing so instantly relaxed him and seemed to give him ten years of his life back after losing it to obtain Tanjiro's and (Y/N)'s new swords, he then set to work to hide his identity again.
But then he faltered at (Y/N)'s next words
"You know..." she tilted her head downward as she stared at him, watching as his eyes for once fully met hers, able to clearly search the dark hues instead of just glancing over his mask. "...even though you can't, you should take the mask off more often."
"Huh?" He raised a brow. "Why?"
"Who knows?" She shrugged, not saying anything more to elaborate her cryptic words.
(Y/N) wasn't good at expressing what she was feeling, how she regarded others, or anything in general relating to being in a relationship with someone, whether it be platonic or romantic. She just wasn't as open as she was before her parents were killed. Yet, maybe it was the fact that she liked speaking with Haganezuka—liked speaking with someone who so highly regarded their craft—that made her say such things. While she found it strange considering he was brash and violent, traits that she saw herself and very much disliked, she couldn't help but notice that she didn't seem to mind.
It was puzzling, really.
But she wasn't interested enough to delve further.
"So you're a demon now, huh?" Haganezuka drawled as he placed his mask back on and fastened it in place. "Who knew that one day even a demon would become a Demon Slayer? Would become a Hashira?"
