𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹 ⤶ 「 𝑲𝑵𝒀 𝑿 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 」

And You Get A Punch! And You Also Get A Punch!

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WARNING: Swearing, Blood, Violence, SELF-HARM

**please read with caution!!**

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As a newfound commotion ensued behind you in the distance, you silently exhaled, turning to face the source.

(You tried to ignore the worrisome looks Genya and Eli flashed toward each other—who knew that they would finally agree on something, and you were the cause of their temporary alliance?)

You turned just on time to find Tanjirou collapsing on an unsuspecting Nezuko. They both tumbled to the ground, which caused the swordsmiths to erupt into panic.

"WHOOAA!! HE'S DEAD, HE DIED!!"

"HANG IN THERE, KAMADO!!"

"ARE YOU OKAY, MISS?!"

Nezuko released a yelp, her eyes as wide as saucers. She struggled to roll out from under him, poking his cheek with a childish concern.

"E-Eh?" She blinked, tilting her head, "B-Brother? Uh..!! Are you... okay!?"

Eli stiffened from behind you, ruffling his fluffy tufts of hair, "I'm never going to get used to her talking.. damn."

Genya hummed, "I've never seen a demon do that before. She just... reverted somehow.."

As your self-deprecating guilt clashed with your adoration and concern for your beloved, you couldn't help but approach him; you pushed back your own remorse and anger at yourself for his sake.

You stalked your way toward him, and could feel the exhaustion and sluggishness kicking in; you could feel the pain, edging closer and closer to its worst.

But you would have to deal with it later. You refused to let it take control for now—not when you had to help others, even when the fight had concluded.

You knelt down beside Tanjirou, trying to flash Nezuko a convincing smile, "Watch out, Nezuko. Take a few steps back, I don't want to accidentally hurt you."

Nezuko's expression softened; it was obvious to tell she didn't buy your lie. Either way, she nodded and scooted back.

Due to the fact that you'd lost your sword again, (what a surprise), you gingerly reached for Tanjirou's—it was just a few feet away from his body.

Blowing out a sigh, you turned him over, positioning Tanjirou's sword across your forearm.

You weren't analyzing the way his eyes seemed to be red and puffy; you were totally not trailing your gaze over his flushed cheeks, nor were you looking at his disheveled hair.

A gnawing sensation worsened in your chest. It were as if a weight had been placed on your heart itself.

You were a terrible person—
You mentally slapped yourself.

'God, (Y/N)! Stop making yourself feel even more like shit! Fucking stop it!'

You deeply inhaled.