Random KNY one shots

HAPPY NEW YEAAARS :3 | {No Ships}

Theme: idk it's not rllt fluff or angst

Note: its masachika n sanemi but theyre mostly platonic so,,, unless u wanna take this romantically, its not supposed to be :D

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the year passed by quickly, and sanemi found himself facing the start of yet another year as a hashira. he wasn't sure where all the months had gone, nor what had even occurred this year, but it meant nothing to him, really. it was only another reminder that things hadn't changed and sanemi was still trudging through the snow for another mission, even after promising he'd kill muzan by now. but, oh well, it didn't matter.

the demons disintegrated and their blood which had previously drenched the snow had now dissipated into the air. sanemi's still dripped to the ground, painting the blinding white into a glistening red. he paid no mind to it, ignoring his wounds in favor of sheathing his katana and making his way down the mountain.

the morning air was cold, the sun doing nothing but reflecting light into his eyes, but he didn't bother buttoning his uniform. adrenaline still coursed through him from the aftermaths of his mission, and for the time being it warmed him up.

he wasn't sure where he was going yet, as his feet stomped a steady path through the mushy ground. somehow, his legs decided their own route, and he found himself approaching two graves. they didn't sit in a graveyard, rather, they were by a house—which stood unoccupied and trembling under the weight of the previous night's snowstorm. sanemi vaguely recognized the place—it was one he'd gone to once before, and then never again. it had been right after becoming a hashira, and when he'd left, he'd turned his back to the graves and never looked back again.

which was why it came as shock to him that his feet had led him here, of all places. he could hardly remember how he'd gotten here, so the fact that his subconscious was so quick to directing him here stunned him. for a long moment, he simply stared at the graves. one of the names he didn't recognize—besides the last name. but the second one was almost sacred on his lips, and he sunk to his knees before the grave.

he reached out a hand, tentatively, his finger tips grazing the name carved into the stone. it wasn't too fancy, and it bore signs of the few years that had passed since the body was buried. but it seemed fitting, given how blurry sanemi's memory had gotten of the boy.

he ducked his head down, a breath leaving him. his words were tangible in the air, but he didn't see them, didn't hear them, could only register everything he wanted to say.

"...happy new years, masachika," he whispered. his hand left the gravestone, letting it fall to his lap. his uniform was waterproof, so he didn't bother getting up, even as numbness settled into his legs from the cold nestling around him. instead, he gazed at the ground in front of the grave. it was empty, save for the snow that had fallen smoothly over it.

after a moment of internal debate, sanemi stood and scoured the grounds. there were hardly any blooming plants, but he managed to find some daffodils, plucking a couple. he returned to the graves, placing two on masachika's brother's grave. then he placed the remaining flowers on masachika's, gently arranging them. sitting back, he sat properly, closing his eyes.

behind him, the sun rose. the snow glistened in the light, dripping from trees. sanemi paid it no mind, allowing the cool air to swarm around him, feeling the bits of warmth the sun rays provided against his back. his breath was steady, dispersing out in misty clouds.

masachika sat in front of him, fiddling with the flowers and thanking him with a wide smile. beside him was his brother, the young boy whom sanemi had never met. the two brothers stood and happily took sanemi into their arms, with masachika murmuring about how much he'd grown, and masachika's brother wishing they had met.

despite that, sanemi didn't acknowledge them. he didn't see them, and his goodbye as he stood were to the flowers and the graves. even so, masachika waved, calling out to him as sanemi turned from the house not for the first time in his life.

"happy new years, sanemi!! i'll see you again, one day!"

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