2024 Oneshots

☠Day 2 (Genya x Fem!Reader)

Genya decides today is the day.

He's been putting it off for so long, always finding excuses, always avoiding the chance to talk to you. You're a Hashira, just like his brother, and he's admired you from afar for what feels like forever. But he's never had the courage to approach you, not sure what you'd say, not sure what he'd say. What would someone like you even want to talk to someone like him about?

But today. Today is the day.

Or so he tells himself.

He's walking down the road, his heart racing and his palms sweating as he tries to work up the nerve. Maybe he'll just see where you are first, maybe it'll be easier that way. He knows you're in the same town as he is. But the nerves are eating at him, making him feel like he might explode. 

So, naturally, he stalls. He decides to stop by the bathhouse instead. A soak might calm him down, give him time to think of something to say if he does run into you later.

As he approaches the bathhouse, he spots a figure walking from the opposite direction. His stomach flips. It can't be- could it? He squints, trying to make out the figure a bit better, and his heart skips a beat. It is you.

You're walking toward the entrance of the bathhouse, just like him.

For a second, he wonders if he's imagining it. Of all the places, of all the moments, he sees you now? His body locks up, and before he can think of what to do, you're right there, standing next to him at the entrance.

You smile and wave at him like it's no big deal.

"Hi," he blurts out, immediately hating how awkward his voice sounds. "You're... Y/N, right?"

Of course, he knows who you are. Everyone knows who you are. Why did he even say that? His face burns with embarrassment, and he wants to just sink into the ground. But you don't seem to mind. You're just... looking at him. And not just his face- you're giving him a once-over, your eyes trailing down his body, taking in his height, the way his uniform clings to his muscular frame.

He feels like he's going to combust.

"Are you, uh... going into the bathhouse?" he asks, just to keep talking, anything to stop the silence from swallowing him whole.

You nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, but I've never been here before. I'm not sure where to go."

His brain barely processes your words because, holy crap, you're talking to him. You are talking to him. Somehow, through the haze of panic in his head, he manages to say, "I can... show you around, if you want."

Why did he say that? Why would you want him to show you around? He's an idiot.

But to his absolute shock, you agree.

He leads the way inside, his mind racing the entire time. He can't believe you're talking with him, trusting him to guide you. You're so far above him- stronger, more skilled, more confident. He feels like a nervous wreck, but you're just so calm, like this is completely normal.

You glance at him, your gaze lingering a little longer this time, and his heart is practically pounding out of his chest. You're really looking at him, like, really looking. His throat tightens, and for a moment, he thinks he might shock on his own nerves.

"Hey, could you show me to the women's bath area next?" you ask as he turns to face you fully. 

But his eyes can't seem to stay on your face. Instead, they drop, taking in the curves of your body before he can stop himself. Heat rushes to his cheeks, and he immediately feels like he's done something wrong. He quickly looks away, mumbling, "I... I can't go in there."