EXQUISITE [SANEMI]

↝Interlude 04༉

Trigger Warning: heads up, the Wind hashira's about to go OFF with some serious rage & explicit language, so if you're not ready for that, proceed with caution! [Well, Shinazugawa just being Shinazugawa]

Exquisite!!
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Samayo waited patiently for the kakushi to arrive, her heart racing with anticipation. Earlier, Akishiro had delivered the exciting news that her demon slayer uniform was on its way. Now, as a newly appointed Hashira, she was eager to wear the new uniform, carefully crafted to symbolize her elevated status.

Overjoyed, Samayo sat on the engawa of the Butterfly Mansion, her gaze drifting lazily to the clouds, their soft, white peaks stretching across the sky. Behind her, Shinobu sat serenely, her peaceful smile warm and sweet, filling Samayo with a sense of comfort and camaraderie.

As Samayo waited, the kakushi finally arrived, his appearance that of a young man of average height, his large round glasses perched on the end of his nose. The head covering and mask worn by all members of the Kakushi obscured most of his features, leaving only his glasses and a hint of a nervous smile visible.

Samayo's enthusiasm for her new uniform was momentarily tempered as she recalled the Kakushi's dubious reputation within the Demon Slayer Corps. Masao Maeda, infamously known as "Scum Glasses," was a master of controversy, notorious for his lewd behavior and outlandish designs that often pushed the boundaries of decency.

Despite this, Samayo endeavored to approach the situation with a open mind, hoping that her new uniform would be a rare exception to his usual risqué creations. She tried to shake off the feeling of trepidation, wondering if Masao's latest work would surprise her or succumb to his usual provocations.

As Masao approached, his eyes darting anxiously between Samayo and Shinobu, he launched into a rapid, high-pitched patter, "A-ah, Tsukio sama, your new uniform is finally complete! I-I hope it meets your expectations..."

His gaze fluttered repeatedly to Shinobu, who regarded him with an inscrutable expression, her customary sweet smile nowhere to be seen. Her eyes seemed to bore into Masao's very soul, leaving him visibly discomfited as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Masao's hands trembled almost imperceptibly as he handed Samayo a neatly folded bundle, his eyes wide with anticipation. "P-please, try it on, Samayo-chan. I-I hope it fits you flawlessly," he stammered, his voice laced with a mix of hope and trepidation.

Samayo accepted the bundle with a gracious smile, her eyes aglow with excitement, like a child unwrapping a cherished gift. She smiled slightly to Shinobu, who nodded her assent, before gliding into the office room to change, the door sliding shut behind her with a soft whisper.