His little Flower (18+)

⋆˙𓍊₊ ⊹˚ Him ⋆˙𓍊₊ ⊹˚

Suzuki's POV
It's been two years since my first mission. Nami, Isamu, and I have gone on so many missions together, of course there was the few that we would part ways.

Honestly my craziest missions I did so far was 2 months ago. That was my birthday, I turned 19, Nami and I were facing off against a Lower-moon demon. I honestly thought I was gonna die that night. Back then I laughed to myself about dying on my 19th birthday. That day I broke my left arm and I gained a pretty big scar on my left cheek, still have it to this day.

Coming out victorious with Nami and Isamu was a blessing. I truly love them both. Nami and I also have upped our ranks too, we are both now Hinoe, 2 more and then we will possibly be Hashira.

Right now I'm on the way to Oyakata- sama's estate. Tanjiro recently passed final selection and he caught the attention of other Demon Slayers for seeing him walk around with a demon, meaning Nezuko.

Considering I knew about this and I wrote a letter on Tanjiro's side, I have to be present in this trail.

Coming up to the estate I already hear commotion.

"Isamu let's go, I think we are late" I say with a sprint.

Running up to the crowd I see Tanjiro being yelled at by some white haired guy with scars on his face. Next thing I see is him picking Tanjiro up by the collar. I immediately felt rage shooting through me.

Running up towards the too I grasp onto the tall man holding onto Tanjiro. "Let him go. Now. You have no right to put your hands on him." I spoke in a low cold tone.

I'm not sure why but in the moment my stomach did a flip. He was one attractive man. His scars, his eyes, his aura. His nature screamed dominance, my knees couldn't help but shake. This wasn't the time to be so captivated by his appearance. But I simply couldn't help it. I also am not one to pick fights with people, unless they are demons.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?!" The guy spoke loud and angry.

"I'm Suzuki Mori, that's who the fuck I am. Im not asking again. Get your hands off of Tanjiro." I said getting angry.

I'm usually not one to get angry and yell. But like I said, when people I care most for are getting hurt, a horrible side comes out of me.

Throwing Tanjiro to the floor, the guy speaks to me getting in my face. "What's a little girl like you gonna do about it, huh? Im the Wind Hashira, Sanemi Shinazugawa, why the fuck are you sitting here protecting a nobody carrying around a demon."

"First of all, get out of my face. Second of all I don't give to shit if you're a Hashira, someone who treats people like shit don't deserve respect." I said pushing him back.

"Anyone carrying a demon with them deserves nothing but death you little shit." Sanemi yelled and pushing me to the floor.

I then heard a loud growl, turning my head I see Isamu charging up to me and standing over me to protect me.

"WHAT THE FUCK! WHY IS THERE A TIGER HERE?" I heard from multiple people.

"Ara~ I think things are getting slightly out of hand." I turn to see a pretty lady say, she has a butterfly like haori, along with a butterfly hair clip in her hair.

"I agree, we shall wait until Oyakata- sama arrives for his order. Namu- Amidabustsu." A really tall guy spoke with beads in his hands... wait is he crying??

"How dare you lay your hands on Miss. Suzuki, absolutely unforgivable..." Next thing I know Tanjiro is head bumping Sanemi. "I'll never respect you, even if you are a Hashira!" Tanjiro declared again.