親密さ | 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘
↳（ yandere kny x fem! reader ）
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl suddenly wakes up in an otome game version of demon slayer, trying to gain the hearts of the target characters and win a happy ending while not realizing ju...
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"YOU have another mission?" (Y/N) asked with a slight waver of apprehension to her tone, her grip on the sheets covering her tightening. "Already?"
She lowered her gaze as she spoke, finding it pathetic enough that she was feeling this anxious, but more so with how clingy she felt she was being. Of course, Kyojuro had the exact opposite reaction: he was practically overjoyed at the fact that she seemed to be saddened at the thought of his departure. It meant that she was attached to him. His lips twitched as if wanting to stretch into a broad grin, a light sweat dripping down his neck at the attractive notion of her begging him to stay with her and nurse her back to health.
God, how he wanted to wrap her in his arms and hold her close, hiding her away from anyone and everyone who dared to come close.
Yet, he knew he couldn't do so.
Not yet, at least.
"Yes," Kyojuro finally uttered in answer as he set his hand on her own, not seeming to take into account the way Giyu and Muichiro seemed to stare unnecessarily hard at the action. "Some new information about a strong demon has recently come to our attention, and since several Corps members who were dispatched earlier to confront it were taken out, I was tasked with this mission."
(Y/N) nervously chewed on her bottom lip.
Kyojuro will die.
He'll die.
He can't die.
But, he will.
How do I stop that?
Can I stop it?
I... I don't want him to die.
Kyojuro stared at her, specifically zeroing in on her lips' movements, completely unaware of the troubles in her mind. His face flushed with the idea of kissing those very lips, wondering how they would taste and how soft they would be. He had never experienced these types of thoughts before despite always knowing he would take a wife, his body heating up at the very plain fact that he wanted (Y/N) as his own. He had known this for some time, but now it was different—now he was wanting to act on his desires in an almost primal way.
It left him both disturbed and highly anticipatory of what was to come.
"I want to come with you," (Y/N) uttered, snapping him from his rather depraved thoughts. "This sounds like an important mission, and I as your Tsuguko should assist you."
Kyojuro blinked.
His very hands trembled from what she just spoke—from the words that dripped like honey from her lips. It was like a succulent ambrosia that he could practically taste, a far cry from the twisted darkness that had consumed him only moments prior. To see (Y/N) like this—desperate to be with him—was short of nothing but a miracle that he craved. If he could, he'd scoop her up and make do on his thoughts from earlier.
