Demonslayer oneshots 🪻

🍎 Such Difficult Hair | Y/N x Muichiro ☁

Requested by @fischece Sorry about how long it is, I got rlly motivated and excited with writing this oneshot. Ty for the request!
F/C = Favorite Color

A small sigh of air escaped his lips as Muichiro glanced at them. Two of his coworkers, whom he already had forgotten their names, stood in front of him.

One had short black hair with violet tips, and an irritated smile plastered on her face, while the other had braids of pinkish green hair, and a cheery expression.

"I do believe it will be best if you simply try it out, Tokito-kun. It wouldn't hurt to." the shorter lady said, her voice high with fake enthusiasm. "Kocho is right! We don't want you to get injured if you trip over your hair! As lovely as it is." the other woman squealed.

"Oh, so the short insect lady is Kocho." he thought. A moment passed with brief silence before he looked back up at the women.

"Huh?" he asked. He could faintly remember being told a sentence, but couldn't decipher the words. The Kocho lady pursed her lips, shutting her eyes closed. Muichiro could tell that she was pissed. "It is very rude to not pay attention when other people are speaking, especially if they are much older than you." she responded, opening her eyes. They were filled with annoyance, and solely directed at him.

The other lady froze, then glanced between the both of them. "No no, it's alright! I didn't speak loud enough, I apologize!" her face was buried in her hands, hiding a sliver of pink from the rest of them. It muffled the rest of her words, and Muichiro felt himself tilt his head to listen better.

"If you'll excuse my interjection Miss Kanroji, we cannot waste anymore time arguing about this. Tokito, you are coming with us to the barbershop to cut your hair. This is with your safety in mind." the black and purple headed lady's shrill voice rang out among them. Her face appeared slightly calmer than before, and she appeared as though she was slowly gaining back some composure.

The boy glanced at his hair. It was awfully long, as it sweeped under him, the blue tips brushing against the ground. He sighed, once again. Maybe a haircut wouldn't be the worst.

...

"Welcome, everyone! How is your day today?" an old lady announced, a smile on her face. Unlike the butterfly lady, her grin seemed more natural and joyous. Muichiro looked between her and Kocho. "You should learn how to smile like her. Her face is actually decent to look at." he noted aloud, directing his gaze back to the shortest lady in the room.

A vein popped out from the said woman's forehead, and her lips became thin. She turned her gaze towards the boy, and gave him a glare of irritance. "That was very uncalled for, Tokito-kun!" then, the woman turned toward the person she had been compared to.

"We are here to get this child's hair cut, his name is Tokito Muichiro." The woman nodded, checking her clipboard. "Of course! Follow me. You're going to be treated by a new barber!" She stated with a softer, more older voice than Kocho. She clearly ignored Muichiro's comment, and led the three through the building, past other people getting their hair done as well.

"She's actually my granddaughter, L/N Y/N. You're going to be her first official customer, and hopefully, if you like your haircut, she'll join the rest of our family helping out!"

They all stopped walking when they reached the back. An empty seat, along with a mirror, was located here. But the older woman's granddaughter was nowhere to be seen.

"Apologies, everyone. I had to grab the rest of the equipment. Take a seat!" A younger girl suddenly appeared and smiled, her face a dusty pink from embarrassment. In her hands was all kinds of hair instruments, and she carefully set them on the counter beside the mirror. After a few seconds of arranging them, she turned her focus back toward the others.