𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹 ⤶ 「 𝑲𝑵𝒀 𝑿 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 」

Roasted and Toasted

tryinf to post more chapters out for u guys cuz ur all THE BESSSTT

pinky promise im trying to make the quality and quantity of the chapters better 😔😔 just so unmotivated rn hope u all understand

WARNING: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Intrusive Thoughts

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As the wind rapidly flew past you, and as your organs themselves began to float and shift in your body as you fell, there was a singular thought that echoed in your mind.

You were a complete dumbass. A total, utter dumbass.

Actually, make it two thoughts; that and the fact that you were so sick of falling down from unimaginable heights. Whether it was being launched through the air, or clumsily tumbling down a cliff—you were over it.

You swore that there was somebody praying on your downfall, and if you ever found out who they were—you'd brutally kick their imaginary ass.

Even whilst plummeting, Tanjirou instinctively reached for your hand; his calloused palm pulled you close, tucking you into his side as an effort to shield you from the fall.

"I've got you, (Y/N)..!" Tanjirou gritted, just as the two of you broke the full extent of the fall by landing onto an outstretched branch from the cliff side.

Soreness and pain ricocheted through your body, and the side effects from your breathing techniques weren't helping, either—you could feel the trickling blood on your face.

"Tanjirou, I'm so—.." You weakly started, before being abruptly cut off my a mild coughing fit. You faced away from Tanjirou, your shoulders shaking as you dry-heaved.

Guilt soon weighed down your chest. You knew Tanjirou would've fallen off the cliff either way, but the fact that you were the cause...

The situation loomed over your head as if it were a stormy cloud.

You should've been more careful. Should've anticipated the cliff collapsing. Should've grabbed hold of something else. Should've held onto your sword a bit tighter, so you could've stopped your fall—

You stopped.

You couldn't dwell on that now. You didn't have the luxury of time.

"(Y/N)," Tanjirou started, slowly prying his hand off the back of your head, where he had tucked into the crook of his neck. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Your weary gaze met his. You scanned the blood that covered his face; the bruises that were beginning to form; the scratches that made him look as if he were mauled by a cat.

In that moment, you couldn't help but crack a smile.

Maybe it was your exhaustion catching up to you. Perhaps it was your adrenaline wearing off.

Either way, you couldn't help but let a light chuckle escape your dry lips.

"You're the one asking me that? I should be asking you," You joked.

Tanjirou's expression melted. His eyes briefly lost their anger toward Hantengu, replaced with a soft adoration for you.

"Glad to see that you're the same. Though, I'm sure we both could look a bit better," He retorted.