❝ 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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Water bubbles around you, the surface rippling as two beta fish swim around you. You smile, ecstatic, admiring the glow of their scales - the fluorescent shine that reflects around you giving you a sense of false freedom.
"How pretty," you whisper, your voice soft against the serenity. "I think I'll pick the white one."
Nothing was determined.
Even when you watched all that you had cherished reduced to ash lining the floor like common trash, as Urokodaki berated you for your weakness, forcing you to get up - over and over and over again, as you were harassed by men, as you were used and belittled...surely, surely there had to be a reason that one girl would have to suffer this much. You tighten the straps on your haori, look over to Tanjiro, and force a smile. No, nothing could be determined. Life couldn't just do all of this to and not offer the liberty of freedom.
That'd be cruel. Wouldn't it?
Tanjiro...the inevitable dread creeps up your back, an oily unease that sinks deep into you. He's a man. A man. You trusted him, though. And not all men were bad - like men like Urokodaki-sama! They could be nice..
"Tanjiro, I'm going this way. I wanna..look at the greenery in that forest next to us." You point to the crowded plantlife beside you. to be honest, it looked quite uncomfortable and dangerous, but you needed some time away from him. He was acting white strange, anyway.
"Oh, okay! But that'll be longer. How will we get there - to our mission in time?" He laughs, latching into your hand with a sickening grip. Your stomach lurches. "You're pretty, Y/N-chan..you shouldn't go in there alone!"
He's so close you can feel his breath on your cheek, condensing as soon as it reaches your skin. You rip your palm out of his grip, and his grin wavers. "No..no thanks. I'll go alone." Crimson stains his palm, dribbling down his wrist as you yank it away. You had pulled a little too hard..
You think he responds, a quiet "okay, I'll wait for you," but you don't pause to listen. You rush into the nearby pathway, the cobble on the road cracking. You don't care. Tanjiro's acting strange.
He watches as you run into the forest, looking down at the cut you had given him when you had torn your hand out of his. It was beautiful...so beautiful, just like you, the sweet scent you had blessed him with filling him with an undeniable ecstasy.
He was helpless. Utterly helpless to the rush of what was it you have him, adrenaline? No, it was gentler, dirtier than that. More sinful. Overcome with the emotion you bring unto him, he raises his palm to his face, and drags his tongue across the slit skin, the cut you caused..
Oh, what a feeling...it was better than the glory he felt after he finished his training, when he'd listen to your breathing as you slept. He felt closer to you, closer than anyone could get to you - closer than those scumbags he called his friends that blushed over you stretching in training, the horrible men that groped you on your way to your missions. No, no, no. He was far better than them. He'd treat you right, if you'd let him.
