|𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬|
↳ Various Demon Slayer x F!Reader
𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, a girl's family was brutally slaughtered by the demon king, so she decided to protect the people she cares about and take revenge for them. However, along the way, she catches t...
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↳ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Everything seemed blurry as [Y/N] slowly opened her eyes. Although what was really strange wasn't that her eyes were only allowing her to see in patches, it was the strange, nudging feeling she felt on her face every other second. It wasn't rough at all, not even unpleasant, if anything, she could call it gentle.
She wasn't sure what had happened the last time she was conscious. The last thing she remembered was Muichiro trying to take the key to the practice doll from her, and then everything suddenly went black. It was like she had just woken up from a dream.
"Wake up." a voice said vaguely. She could barely make out who had said it, or which side it came from, as she felt as if she were underwater, where she could hear almost nothing, only glimpses of it, and even those she could only analyze with great concentration to determine what was happening.
"Wake up." The voice came again, much more clearly this time, as her senses began to return to her. Her vision was still blurry, but her ears were working well enough to detect that the voice was coming from a boy. The other thing she could tell was that she had once again felt the seemingly never-ending little nudges on her face.
She blinked a few times, then turned her gaze slightly to the side, where she was met with a black, loose-fitting corp uniform. She turned her gaze up a little, so that Muichiro was clearly visible next to her, staring down at her with the same emotionless face, but his index finger was firmly and purposefully poking her face, as if trying to elicit some kind of reaction from her or wake her from the involuntary rash he had caused.
"Tokito... san?" she muttered softly, as her vision finally fully recovered, she could now properly make out all of the Hashira's features. Her eyes were staring at his eyes, subconsciously searching for any sign. If she watched very closely, she could see that behind the blank look there was a hint of concern, as if he had a guilty conscience.
"You woke up. Great." he said simply, no sign of emotion. However, the quick movement of his finger as he clenched it into a fist and then pulled it into his lap next to his other hand, allowed her to conclude that perhaps he felt some kind of relief.
This wasn't far from the truth. Muichiro didn't show much emotion, or any sign of regret for what he had done, but deep down, a slight guilt gnawed at his soul. However, he wasn't aware that it could be called that. He experienced this foreign feeling as a small pain, like a small battle wound, but the wound was sharp enough to show some kind of care.
[Y/N]'s body moved slightly, then sat up in almost slow motion. She didn't even have time to process what had happened, as a small body immediately stepped in front of her, tight arms gripping her almost protectively.
