𝓑𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓰𝓮 𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓒𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓕𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 || Muichiro × Reader

・❥・ Chapter Ten

(Y/n) stared up at the stars. Her purple eyes surged with anger and pain, but she plastered on a convincing and persuasive smile. She dipped her toes in the puddle of rainwater beneath her, hands next to her, laying on the edge of the porch. The wind blew her hair in every direction. The rain tickled her face as she grinned. Lightning made the night look like day.

She used one of her hands and tucked it behind her one ear, placing it down. It wasn't on the wooden porch anymore. It was on Muichiro's hand. Their fingers entangled in each other's grasp. (Y/n) smiled at Muichiro, and he planted a kiss on her forehead. She giggled and turned to face the sky, gray with quick moving clouds. The feeling was almost euphoric. And (Y/n) loved every second of it.

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"(Y/n)! Are you even listening to me?" Iguro whacked (Y/n) head with his wooden sword, leaving a large bump. "Hey, you ass -!" Sanemi then whacked the other side of her head, leaving another bump. "I can't tolerate women, but you make them even harder to tolerate!" Iguro kept smacking her head while Sanemi watched the jaw-dropping scene with a look of amusement in his lavender-gray eyes. "Interest. I've never you so open." He taunted. The black-haired male whirled around to Sanemi, continuing to hit (Y/n) with an onslaught of harsh smacks.

"No! I wasn't listening! But so what?!" She used the opportunity of Iguro's absent eyes to do a flying kick at astonishing speed, knocking him to the ground and placing him in a joint lock. Sanemi chuckled, (Y/n) hummed, and Iguro flailed.

"I wonder what would happen if Muichiro saw you doing this?" Iguro questioned, using his free arm to grip (Y/n)'s ankle tightly. "He'd cheer me on!" Standing up, the female got into a fighting position, watching as Iguro put his wooden sword down that he had this whole time. (Somehow? 🍑) Sanemi sat back, yawning as his white hair draped over his eyes.

(Y/n) hastily hurled forward, sending a reverse roundhouse kick at Iguro, to which he ducked and aimed for her lower abdomen. (Y/n) tricked him by raising her other leg, using it for a flying kick, but quickly switched directions and smacked Iguro across the head with a spinning backfist. He snarled, reaching up to grab at her wrist. He got hold of her and pulled her back into his knee, cracking it.

(Y/n) wheezed, arms feeling tight. She shifted her weight to her left side and kicked up with her right leg, wrapped the back of her knee around Iguro's neck and bouncing up and off the dusty ground, flipping over the Hashira. "Don't manhandle me!" She complained as Iguro came in for another blow at the head.

Slipping away, (Y/n) bumped into the wall. She realized too late that Iguro was luring her to the back of the fencing so she would be caged in. She was being too cocky and unaware. She tried to kick off the wall to escape him, but Iguro had different plans. He grasped both her wrists and flicked downwards, making her nose smash against the ground.

(Y/n) laid there, wheezing and panting. She stood up, rubbing the dust from her nose and uniform. "Bitch." She rumbled. "Hah?" Sanemi turned his head awfully slow to face her. "Nothing!"

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"I hate them so much." (Y/n) ate the pancakes that were set in front of her, then taking a sip of green tea. Mitsuri begged her to understand. "Iguro can he tough at times, but he's a real' cutie! And he's really kind to me." She blushed, looking away and back at the fire. "Yeah. To you. We all know he likes you, anyway." Mitsuri looked behind her at the white-haired teenager and exhaled. "You think so?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) swiped her bangs and layers from her face and looked Mitsuri in the eyes, fixating on her beautifully large green pupils. "Well, he told me once that he sees you as a little sister, and he won't hurt you." Mitsuri stood up, changing the topic as she sat across from (Y/n). "Yeah, sure. He wouldn't say that about anyone." Mitsuri frowned. "No!"