❝ 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, Y/N.." Tanjiro laughed nervously, fiddling with his hands.
"Hm?"
"Why is Kanao..resting on your lap?"
He was trying to keep calm. Act normal. He was, he really was. But the sight of the lilac-haired tsuguko's head resting on your lap..how casual it was..it enraged him.
"Oh, after I saw her crying in a corner, she was really sleepy, and she fell asleep on my shoulder. So I just put her here. I didn't want her to wake up all achey, so I just let her lay here." You shrug, hand absently resting on her hair, playing with it. Tanjiro idly wondered if you'd love her so much if she were scalped.
"Ahaha..You two..I'll just leave you be," he smiles, his maroon eyes boring into you. He stays for a moment, wanting so badly for you to protest, shove the girl away from you, but you just smile and wave to him.
He gives a halfhearted grin, walks off, fists clenched at his sides. He didn't particularly want to harm anyone, not really. But when it came to you, he felt like he'd do anything.I
"Something seems a little off about him," Kanao muses sleepily, staring at you through half lidded eyes. With the sun's rays caressing your cheek, cradling the curve to your nose, the white of your eyes, she thought you looked truly angelic.
You turn your attention to her, a soft "hm" of surprise escaping those perfect lips of yours. "Um..how so?"
His eyes, she thinks distantly. When he had first told her to choose for herself, his eyes had been so chaste and pure, full of empathy. Brimming with perseverance - as if directly opposing to the horrors of the world.
Now, they lurked with something..terrible, the look a feral mutt would give to an abusive owner. Blind, unadulterated devotion. Raw faithfulness. Each word, each syllable he spoke when talking to you was almost dripping with worship, prayer, with you being the god.
"I..um, I don't know," she chooses to say, lean into your hand. "But just...be careful, okay? Stay away from him," And stay with me, she yearns to say, but shoves it down and refuses to let it exit. You'd be disgusted, surely.
"Thanks for worrying about me, Kanao," you chirp, your voice impossibly pleasant to her, and before she can help it, she says it.
"I like you," she murmurs, snuggling into your thighs, as if to hide. "A lot." Panic. Panic sets through her, runs through her veins, and she expects harsh rejection, cold shunning.
