Marrying the last boss was not in my life plan.
𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔.
At the threat I could only stare at the demon lord in disbelief.
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 �...
A/N: Attention, Sanemi fans! Prepare yourselves for a chapter filled with enough fan service to make you swoon.
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Miyuki's POV
The afternoon was calm, and I sat contentedly knitting, sunlight streamed through the window, casting warm patterns on the floor.
Outside, I could hear a familiar disturbance building—the animated voices of Kiyo, Naho, and Sumi, accompanied by the unmistakable authoritative tone of Aoi.
"You can't be here!" Aoi's voice rang out. "This area is off-limits, especially to troublemakers like you!"
"What do you mean, 'troublemakers'?" a familiar gruff voice protested. It was unmistakably Sanemi, his irritation seeping into every word. "I'm a 'Hashira?!!'"
"You've said that three times already," Naho countered. "And we don't care." Kiyo huffed. "Yeah!" Sumi chimed in.
I chuckled softly to myself, picturing the scene outside. It seems the triplets were likely doing their best to act as miniature sentinels, valiantly trying to block Sanemi's path
But the door burst open with a loud bang.
Startled, I flinched, dropping my knitting needles. The abrupt entrance was accompanied by an intense aura that filled the room like a storm.
Sanemi stood in the doorway, his expression well filled with anger. "You... Sanemi..." I stammered, sitting up straight from my relaxed posture.
"Seriously, Miyuki, you better be joking!" he exclaimed frustrated as I took in the scene. "Is this some kind of joke? Because if it is, it's a terrible one!"
My eyes widened at the sight of the triplets—Naho, Sumi, and Kiyo—clinging onto him, doing their best to prevent him from advancing further.
"We told him he's not allowed!" Naho insisted, clutching onto Sanemi's arm her tiny hands practically latched onto him.
"Yes, and he's still here!" Sumi added, glaring at Sanemi as if trying to intimidate him with sheer willpower.
"I tried everything! He's like an angry bull!" Kiyo whispered dramatically, gesturing helplessly toward the stubborn Hashira, her eyes wide with mock horror.
Aoi, standing beside the trio with her arms crossed, let out an exasperated sigh. "I told him he's not allowed, but he just barged in anyway,"
Sanemi's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze a laser beam of impatience. He stormed forward, ignoring the small barriers trying to hold him back, leaving the triplets dangling.
"What happened—" I began, attempting to address the situation calmly. But Sanemi didn't let me finish as he tossed a bunch of papers near me, the sheets fluttering, landing at my feet.
"First, you tell me what the FUCK is this?" Sanemi snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at the offending papers. "Language." I sighed reaching down, picking up the papers.
