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[content/trigger warning: baby suffers a small panic attack :(.]
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2ɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴠ (๑˘ꇴ˘๑)
As much as you wanted to scream your little heart out, you knew that doing so would knock you out for several hours. That would probably be the best thing that's ever happened to you.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, something told you that you used to enjoy going to festivals with your dad and sometimes even the Hashira. More specifically with Aunty Mitsuri and Uncle Tengen. You and Aunty Mitsuri would eat every sweet treat in sight while Uncle Tengen won every prize you wanted.
But the thought of even seeing a festival made you weary and uncomfortably nauseous.
It was dangerous to think of setting foot outside! If the Snake Hashira found out you survived his attack AND went against his threatening promise, he would hunt you down and make sure you stayed dead.
Murata sat down before you as his friend examined your various artwork plastered across the walls. "[Name], the festival won't be that bad, I promise." The boy said in a soft tone as he scanned your terrified expression.
As much as you wanted his words to soothe your fears, it only worsened. The outside world was a horrible place, the people were slightly better. That is if they weren't trying to kill you.
Maybe you were exaggerating a bit.
Murata didn't try to kill you but that boy who dirtied your books certainly did.
That was until he read you stories to calm your nerves during the thunderstorm. You were grateful that he did. Rain is lovely, but things get scary once it starts booming at you.
You vigorously shook your head, making you feel slightly dizzy from the fast movement, as you clutched the doll that sat in your lap. "Snake Hashira..." You muttered his name like it was a curse against your lips, your body shivering as you sounded it out. "Will find me. I'm gonna die.."
Murata's friend must've heard you because he stopped looking at the artwork and turned back to look at the two of you with a confused expression. Murata caught wind of him staring and looked back at him with an expression that said, "I'll explain later."
"I'll keep you hidden." Murata smiled back at you, his tone soft as he reached out to touch the top of your head, "I'll make sure of it. Plus, I'll let you take Yume if that makes you feel better." He said as he gently soothingly patted your head.
His light tone paired with his gentle touch made your nerves gradually disappear. You haven't felt the warmth of head pats since the Entertainment District, the last people to do that were Tanjiro and Nezuko.
