[various!kny x reader]
For she is nothing but a weakling with a pretty face, often described as a mere walking 'doll' without a soul.
/Warning - might contain some dark themes/
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I spent so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you ______________________
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You were hospitalized. It was no wonder, since an upper moon almost ripped out your vocal chords. Shinobu said you wouldn't be able to speak for a while too, and that sucked beyond everything.
Time was running by fast. Your friends were still actively doing their best in the rehabilitation training organized by Shinobu. You were really annoyed by staying in bed 24/7, and the three little butterfly girls, Naho, Sumi and Kiyo, were always trying to cheer you up.
Even Sanemi once showed up, bringing you some ohagis he bought and sharing them with you. He was grunting the whole time, sure, but you still appreciated the gesture from the grumpy man.
“[Name]-chan, my angel!” Zenitsu cried out as he slammed his way into your room, successfully startling you as you yelped. He lunged at you, smoldering you in a hug, which you, of course, didn't return. Tanjiro and Inosuke soon rushed in, too, with the burgundy haired boy prying the blonde off you. You offered Tanjiro a thankful smile.
“Can you talk yet?” Tanjiro asked, his expression filled with worry as he observed you from head to toe. He was working extra hard to finally be able to go on missions. He wanted to kill as many demons as possible, just so you wouldn't receive any new missions and could relax for longer. That was his main goal for now, if not taking in consideration his whole life goal to turn Nezuko back into a human again.
“A little bit,” you spoke, albeit quietly. The boy nodded in understanding. Zenitsu sobbed and latched himself onto your neck. “I missed your voice so much, [name]-chan!”
Tanjiro cringed at his friends, his eyebrows furrowing as all he could think about was a way to calm his sudden urge to rudely push Zenitsu off you and give him a good scolding. Inosuke acted way faster though; he kicked the poor blonde away as he landed on another bed for patients.
“I see you're feeling better now, [mis.pro. name]! Let me show you how much I've improved since the mount Kawasaki mission!” He declared, smoke fuming from the nostrils of his mask as he leaned slightly closer to you.
Well, close enough for you to feel that foul breath of his.
