Golden Butterfly | Demon Slayer x Male Reader

Chapter XXXVI

Two weeks.

It's been two weeks since he turned down the Hashira title.

"15th win for me," Y/N stood over Sabito who was groaning in pain. "You wrote it down, Gomiota?"

Tomioka glanced up from his notes. "Uh...yes. I still don't understand why you insist on keeping track of...Sabito's losses."

"It's called progress," Sabito sat up and rubbed his neck.

"Progress?" Y/N let out a snort. "Boy, I just enjoy rubbing in my 15-0 record with you."

Sabito rolled his eyes. "Should've known better. Don't laugh, Tomioka. I see you smirking."

"I'm not...laughing," Tomioka mumbled.

Y/N stretched his arms, "Trust me, Water Hashira," he shot a glance at Sabito, "I'd rather be doing other things than beating your ass over and over again."

His eyes shifted to her.

Hiyori was sitting on the small wooden bench the Germans had made for her. She looked peaceful, legs stretched out, cane resting beside her, her white yukata catching the light. Better than being stuck in bed, but still... watching.

Y/N cleared his throat. "What do you say, Tsukishima? Can I go? I've beat him fifteen times already."

She didn't look up from her spot and stared blankly into the garden. "Stop bragging."

Her voice was always so dry, it made his chest tighten but before he could even react, she spoke again, her gaze shifting to Sabito flinching like he knew what was coming. "And you." Her eyes cut right through him. "Try harder."

"I'd rather have another partner."

"I've beat his ass fifteen times!" Y/N shouted over Sabito, throwing his hands up at the same time.

Hiyori just crossed her arms tighter, making her tits push up a little more under her yukata. Y/N stared, trying not to make it obvious. Damn... those things really...

Before he could finish the thought, Sabito whacked him over the head with the bokken. "Ow! The fuck, Mahito? I wasn't ready!"

Sabito shrugged, "Just wanted to hit you."

Y/N rubbed his head. "You can't just—"

"Shut up," Hiyori interrupted, "Both of you."

Y/N froze mid-sentence. Sabito glanced at her and then at Y/N as if daring him to say something. Tomioka said something about "not getting involved."

Y/N turned back to her. "Alright, alright. But seriously, can we—"

"No."

That was it. Just "no." Nothing else.

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Sometime later, Sabito groaned as he stretched out his back still sore from the last sparring match. Y/Nleaned back lazily. "What do you think? Call it a day?" he asked.

Sabito scoffed and rubbed his bruised shoulder. "Sure,"

"Better get those bruises checked, Water Boy."

Sabito gave him a death glare but said nothing. He straightened up and bowed slightly. "Later, Y/N-san. Tsukishima-san," he added.

"Mmm," she responded not even looking their way.

Once they left, Y/N made sure they were far enough, then plopped down next to her on the bench with a loud sigh, patting her thigh. "So... you want to eat something?"