Demonslayer oneshots 🪻

🍎 Thief | Mitsuri x Y/N 🍡

(I'm so lazy, I lost motivation to do anything again 😭 I hate writer's block. I'll try to make the next part better!)

Y/N didn't make a sound. Their footsteps were silent and careful, and they successfully managed to avoid all the creaks in the house.

Y/N had been to this house before, on multiple occasions. Always to do one thing. Steal. Y/N couldn't help that they were going hungry. No family, no job, no education. It would be impossible to get money and food either way. They swore deep down, that they didn't like resorting to this measure. But when they crept into a house, scavenging goods while performing soundlessly, the adrenaline and anxiety gave a delirious burst of excitement, that flooded through their body and caused their hands to shake.

After a few more steps, they made it to the stairs. Now, here was the challenging part. These stairs were old, and honestly, needed some repairments, if Y/N was being honest. There were so many loose spots that made a loud, irrefutable sound that echoed throughout the house. They almost got caught multiple times because of these stairs. Y/N glared at said stairs, as thoughts swirled in their head. It's like the residents of this house left the stairs like this on purpose. How rude.

Y/N took another soundless step forward, and an idea grasped their mind. "Surely I don't need to go down all the stairs, do I?" they thought to themselves, a smirk creeping on their face.

They positioned themselves on top of the rail carefully. Then, they slid down the rail, barely containing the squeal they had when they rode the rail down. Before they made it to the bottom, they flipped themselves over, executing a perfect flip to the right of the stairwell, landing gracefully on the floor. "That was so much better than trying to go through those death trap stairs." Y/N thought to themselves, a smile gracing their lips. Having no job or anything at all gave Y/N plenty of free time to do whatever she wanted, and she channeled her energy into gymnastics.

"KYAAA?! WHO ARE YOU?!" A high pitched voice screamed. Y/N jolted, turning her head around to see who yelled. In the hallway was a girl with pink and green hair, green eyes radiating shock as she held a tray filled with excessive amounts of mochi and ramen. The food Y/N was going to eat. 

"Wait! You're the thief who's been stealing my food!" She gasped, pointing a finger at Y/N while she acknowledged this.

Y/N froze before guilt began to drown her. "I, I'm so sorry miss, I just have nothing to eat, and I have no family and job. I'm truly sorry, I only stole food from you when I was hungry!" Y/N pleaded, bowing down apologetically. All was silent.

"Oh, why didn't you just ask? I can share food with you if you want!" you paused in confusion. You looked up, and the lady smiled sympathetically at you. "I know what it's like to be hungry. I eat a lot. Now come, I made plenty of ramen and mochi!" Now Y/N stared at the woman in utter confusion and shock. "Wait... really!?" they asked, completely in disbelief. Mitsuri nodded, handing Y/N a bowl of mochi. "Yes, of course! Also, there's some stuff I need to talk to you about anyway." Mitsuri stated, speaking in a way that reminded Y/N of how friends would converse.

This lady was offering Y/N free food in exchange for a conversation, and didn't seem too upset by Y/N stealing. She instead understood Y/N's reasons. Y/N glanced down at the bowl of mochi. "Yeah, why not? She seems so nice." Y/N thought. "Okay, I'll chat with you. And there's more where this came from?" Y/N asked. The lady nodded enthusiastically. Y/N smiled. "Then I guess I will, Miss." Y/N replied. 

"Please, call me Mitsuri!" the lady chirped. Y/N nodded, walking toward her. "Thank you, Mitsuri."