[various!kny x reader]
For she is nothing but a weakling with a pretty face, often described as a mere walking 'doll' without a soul.
/Warning - might contain some dark themes/
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Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Could make a good man bad
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[Name] didn't like receiving apologies. Not at all. It felt very forced and awkward every single time. Her mother always taught her to accept apologies for even the most vile and damaging actions.
"Please, accept my sincerest apology, Minoshima-san!" he cried, his tears staining his kimono as he wasn't fast enough to wipe them.
"It's okay..." she paused. What else should she say? She wasn't that good at initiating social connections with others, therefore her skills were mediocre at best. With a shake of her head, she finally made up her decision. "I accept your apology. However, do not let it happen again."
Continuously saying 'it's okay', just like her family taught her wasn't beneficial at all. After all, the person in the wrong would always repeat their mistakes without looking back. The logical thing was to warn them at least.
The boy looked up before a serious expression replaced his pitiful one. He enthusiastically nodded. "Of course!"
"Move. Why is this Mr. Pissy Pants blocking the way?!" Inosuke grumbled, pushing past the boy rather brutally. He winced, massaging his sore shoulder as he scowled.
"What rank are those two?!" The boy asked, agitated.
"Hello! I'm Kamado Tanjiro, rank ten. We're both here for support!"
The boy's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, staring at the ball of sunshine as if he snuck on Earth. "Mizunoto?! This is pointless! ..Well, at least Minoshima-san is here now.."
Suddenly, his face made contact with Inosuke's fist, who ruthlessly punched him away. "If you keep saying things are pointless, I might just say your life is pointless, you loser! Don't waste our time and explain the situation already!" He snapped, holding the poor boy by his hair.
"After receiving our commands..! When we entered this forsaken forest, the slayers started randomly killing each other!" He uttered, his voice hoarse from Inosuke's rough demands.
"What's your name?" [Name] asked out of the blue, leaving the boy to stammer as Inosuke let go of him."Murata..!"
"Guys! Are that slayers" Tanjiro yelled, pointing forward with a confused expression.
The slayers were struggling to even stand, relying solely on the cobwebs which held them up. Poor puppets, not being able to move on their own volition. [Name]'s heart ached for them.
Her fingers traveled to the hilt of her katana, slowly, yet carefully unsheathing it as she readied her stance. She needed to be precise, but she didn't need to use her forms. Well, she could use her final form at least. She took out her blindfold, hastily concealing her eyesight with it.
