❝ 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹,, ❞
- in which, a young girl by the name of y/n is desperate to prove she's not just a damsel in distress .. but ends up making women and men alike want to save her.
❝ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶...
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"Hey, Tanjiro," you whispers turning your head to face the half-asleep boy. "Tanjiro..do you ever get weird dreams?" His eyes are half-lidded, but he seems wide awake as he looks at you. "Yeah."
"I..got this really weird.." you suddenly feel a brief burst of fatigue, and a yawn escapes your lips. You turn around, mumbling an apology. "Ne..nevermind. I'll tell you in the morning."
You feel a burning, tight grip on your arm. It's so hot that it takes you a few seconds to register its Tanjiro. You can barely see his eyes in the dark, but you sense desperation- thirst, a need.
"Stay," he begs, gripping your wrist even tighter, his breath on your cheek. "Stay, please. I just..want to..hear your voice."
Sleep invaded your system, barely making you register how odd that statement was, how sane Tanjiro really was. You lay back into the clean sheets, facing him with a confused look. "Okay.." you mumur suspiciously. You sigh, thinking back to that girl. That dream.
"She told me to wake up," you say hesitantly, looking to the dim lights, the brown, wooden ceiling. "What does it mean? What does it all mean?"
The question is more to yourself than him, and the silence as he struggles to provide an answer helps you think. After a while, you speak again. "Hey, Tanjiro, remember when you said you thought that I looked like a mist breather? What did you mean by that?" You hear the sheets rustle, a crisp, quiet sound. "I..You just look like one, is all. You don't remind me of a water breather. No..no offense!!"
You scoff out a sleepy giggle, your eyelids becoming heavy. Nightmares weren't uncommon to you. When you were young, you refused to sleep in the night, for fear that you would wake up to a sight like that one day, where your world had fallen apart.
It was a complete understatement to say that your sleep schedule was messed up.
But this one..You remembered pale, florescent hands gripping your jaw, gazing eyes that seemed to mirror yours..It was different, and it scared you.
"Hey, do you think that they have some cure for nightmares? Maybe if I master water.." you struggle to keep yourself awake, your logic flawed by exhaustion. "water, mist breathing..if I master it, do you think the dreams will go?"
"Maybe. The Hashira.." Tanjiro's voice fades, and his hand slips down, his fingers intertwining with yours. They were calloused, rough fingers, but felt gentle all the same.
"The Hashira could help. If you're planning to master mist breathing, you should become a tsu.."
You wait patiently for his response, but after a while, his steady breathing makes its way into your ears. You're definitely not getting an answer anytime soon, and you need your beauty rest.
