残酷な意図 | 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ━
( yandere kny x fem! reader )
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➥ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a low-ranking demon of questionable origins captures the attention of the most powerful beings in Japan all the while trying to find her brother who...
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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐰𝐨 ⎡ 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 ⎦
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"Hotaru-san?" (Y/N) called as she stepped inside the wooden cabin where Tanjiro had led her to, her eyes instantly falling on the man working intensely to sharpen a sword against a whetstone. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need to speak with you urgently about my brother."
Hotaru didn't even look up from his work.
"Hotaru-san?" She continued, taking another step towards him. "It's me, (Y/N)."
At that, his hands faltered.
At just the mention of her name alone, he had been distracted from the passion for his craft. It was quite a jarring realization, but if he were being honest, he didn't particularly mind all that much. To be able to speak with an angel of utmost beauty was a chance he knew he wouldn't be able to have often, especially since she kept trying to leave him. It left an ache within his heart, driving him to merely look upon her from a distance in hopes of catching a mere glimpse of her dazzling smile.
Slowly, he looked up, meeting her eyes.
She gave him a soft smile.
Hotaru wasn't sure what he was supposed to be feeling, nor could he say for sure why, but something in her smile that was empty of malice and disappointment in his actions sparked a flicker of absolute adulation within his heart. This woman before him, in the few days that he had known her, was just as stubborn as him, if not more, on account of how she didn't give up. However, what was key difference between them was how she never let that stubbornness bloom into anger and therefore guide her.
It was blinding.
"How can you be so... breathtaking?" He murmured, reaching out his hand to gently brush against her cheek, the rough and calloused skin a stark difference from her own.
(Y/N) parted her lips ever so slightly, unsure of what to say.
Hotaru then dropped his hand.
"Hotaru-san... is there a reason why you don't want to tell me where you encountered Kenji-san?" She asked after a moment of tense silence, continuing to gaze at him in earnest. "Does it have something to do... with what you just said? Do you... not want me to leave?"
He stiffened.
How could she do that—just so effortlessly see through him?
It was a gift of hers that was cursing him, for he felt all the more pathetic that she was able to see just that selfish aspect about him. But, ever since he was a boy, he had been overtly selfish in gaining whatever he so desired, though never before did such selfishness pertain to a person. It was obvious now that such selfishness was a bad root that continued to travel so deeply within his heart that it was now permanently rooted there, unable to be cut out. It was now so entrenched that he could barely stand the thought of (Y/N), his angel, leaving him for another.
