'𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗛 𝗠𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗟, 𝗕𝗨𝗧 𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗔𝗦 𝗠𝗘.'
-brooklyn baby lana del rey
"YOUR the one who sent me that letter?! it was so rude-"
"what letter?"
a y/n l/n x...
you let out a heavy sigh, pushing yourself off of the wall you were momentarily leaning on.
it was your first flashback in a while, you thought they had finally stopped, but to your dismay, they didnt.
it was horrifying. you missed her so much, so much. you just wished you had a distraction or something—more like someone there for you.
pouting at the thought, you shake you head and walk back to the market to finish the task on hand.
. . .
you look around, holding the bags of groceries in your hand carefully. pausing as you see some papers for letter writing.
seeing those materials, it made you think about the letter you had received earlier. it wouldnt hurt to write back, right? maybe you could even make friends with tokito.
though, you doubted it.
hashiras we unmistakably busy. he would probably not even have the time to reply to you. but, worth a shot because well, you didnt really have anything else to do.
you take a few pieces of paper, paying the amount and placing them into the bags.
pulling the rest of your money out of your pocket and frowning. you hadn't had alot left, so it was probably time to get a job again.
before your sister passed, the money she brought home from being a demon slayer would support you and your siblings.
after she passed, however, you had been getting jobs but quitting after a bit to take care of your siblings. apparently it was time to get another, again.
sighing, you turn and walk out of the market to head home before it was completely dark to avoid demons.
even thinking about demons made you angry. the pitiful creatures who strive to kill humans. the creatures who killed your sister. if you do ever become a demon slayer, which is highly unlikely, you will kill every demon to avenge your sister. without a doubt.
. . . (sorry for all the time skips lmao 😭)
you run, breathing heavily while squinting your eyes in the rain. halfway back to your house it starting ABSOLUTELY DOWN POURING.
you did like the rain, but you would definitely prefer snow. your sister was the frost hashira, and she used to train you sometimes during her free time specifically in the winter. you grew almost immune to it.
but, why was this happening to you?! can mother nature give you a break or something??
your shoes hit the mud, making an annoying wet sound everytime your feet hit the ground. raising a hand, you wipe the wet hair from your face.
groaning, you stumble into your house and drop the bags on the floor, immediately getting bombarded by your two siblings hugging you.
"guys, please. let me go dry off first—" you said dismissively, groaning and prying them off of you, just to get hit by another hug.
yet, this one was different.
confused, you turn your head to breathe in the scent of cherry blossoms and flowers coming from pink and green hair.
no way..
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TAISHO SECRET: y/n reads alot of romance books, and wishes for a boyfriend all the time.
her love language is physical touch, by the way.
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GUYS SORRY FOR ALL THE TIME SKIPS😭🙏 i didnt really know any other way to write it 😓
