➥ chapter 29: unlikely help

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WELCOME, (L/N) (Y/N)

(Y/N) didn't think she would wake up again, so imagine her surprise when her eyes fluttered open ever so slightly to reveal a blurred ceiling slowly coming into focus

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(Y/N) didn't think she would wake up again, so imagine her surprise when her eyes fluttered open ever so slightly to reveal a blurred ceiling slowly coming into focus. She hurt everywhere, feeling as if all of her energy had been snapped away. Taking in a slow, hoarse breath, she finally mustered up the strength to turn her head to observe where she was, finding herself in an elaborately decorated room lying on a futon. She was dressed in a loose white kimono, and as she grasped her stomach, she could feel the lump of bandages underneath.

What the...?

Where am I?

Wincing at the throbbing pain of her head, she struggled to recall what her last moments had been before she blacked out.

Oh...

That's right.

I saw someone... did they save me?

So, I'm... alive.

Relief flooded through her like the crashing waves of the ocean upon a beach, a small smile gracing her lips at the fact that she was given another chance to continue living. Closing her eyes again, not breathing too deeply since doing so still hurt, she thanked whatever forces had allowed her to live. Opening her eyes once more, she inhaled sharply in disbelief when finding someone leaning over her.

"Ah, you're awake!" Douma trilled with a happy smile despite the rather ominous flicker within his multicolored gaze. "Hello again, (Y/N)-chan~."

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(Y/N) stared up at him with wide eyes that reflected the clear fear that she had felt. Just like that, any bit of relief she had swept away. She knew quite clearly that she had been wearing her Demon Slayer uniform when facing Kokushibo, and since she had no idea what happened when she had been unconscious, she had no way of knowing if Douma had seen it or not. She swallowed thickly, frozen like a deer in headlights, waiting to see what Douma's next reaction would be.

"Hm?" Douma tilted his head, his smile widening upon seeing what kind of expression she had. "What's wrong, (Y/N)-chan? You look... scared."

"Not scared," she immediately denied as she glanced away. "Just... confused. How did I get here?"

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