𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹 ⤶ 「 𝑲𝑵𝒀 𝑿 𝑴𝑶𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 」

The Summoning

well guess who caught the norovirus from her residents at her job ! #cna #actuallyeuthanizeme

silver lining here... i finally can update!! woohoo! it's been so long, i've missed yall :,)

i wasn't lying when i said i was working on this chapter for a while... ive scrapped it at least three times bc i genuinely had no idea what the hell to write (i typically just go with the flow and don't pre-plan lol)

even though updates have been inconsistent for quite a long time, i will always have a soft spot for this book, and for all of you who decided to read it <3

WARNING: Swearing

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You stirred from unconsciousness with a low pitched groan in your throat; you took in a sharp, long breath, your lungs filling with oxygen.

Phantasmic aches drummed from your healed injuries from the fight. Your head pounded, your throat was dry, you were in an overall state of discomfort.

"You up?" A husky voice asked, almost as if it were impatient.

See, that was the last thing you wanted to do right now: talk. And judging by the sound of this guy's voice—you especially didn't want to talk to someone you didn't know. Exhaustion plagued your body, and all you wanted to do was go back to sleep.

"Ugh.." You moaned, dragging your heavy arm across your forehead. "Fuck off. I'm trying to sleep." You then shifted in bed, lying on your side.

Yeah—you were a prime example of who not to abruptly wake up.

At this point, you automatically assumed you were back at the Butterfly Estate—the mattress you found yourself lying upon was oh-so familiar, and there was a certain scent of wisteria in the air.

With your eyes still closed, you briefly jogged your memory on what happened before you lost consciousness.

You managed to reconcile with Tanjirou and the rest of your friends—all of them, except Eli. There was still a lingering tension between you and your childhood best friend.

Luckily for you, you still had some time to process and manage your own thoughts before you faced him—considering he wasn't in the room with you.

You breathily sighed, sinking deeper into your bed, feeling the bitter sting of your injuries that have yet to heal.

"You think I care?" The voice came once again, fuming and angry. "Listen, bitch, I don't give a shit if you're bleeding out, Oyakata-sama is requesting your presence, so get your ass up!!"

Before you could even question the voice, your blankets were ripped off of you, finally forcing your eyes open as you let out a high-pitched yelp.

"HEY, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM—" You started, locking eyes with the white-haired hashira in front of you, just before you paused.

'Wait, did I hear this jackass right?'

You blinked once.

Twice.

Thrice.

"Huh? What the hell did you say?" You stared at him through blank, half-lidded eyes, sticking a pinky in your eardrum as a way to clear your hearing.