ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕖𝕣 - Sanemi x Reader

Confessions

Gang my excuse is I've been on vacation.

Pls don't kill me

And hey the movies coming in about a month- ARE YALL AS EXCITED AS I AM??
(Even though I don't think there will be tons of screen time for Sanemi sadly)

READ THIS —->Also yes, there will be some historical inaccuracies here. If I see a single mf say "erm actually thats not true because..." your ass will be getting muted.

"Were here-" Yeah the kakushi was nice. But that doesnt mean I'm not letting myself fall off her back the second I'm allowed to, because my own back was absolutely destroyed.

I didn't really consider how bad my body would ache after being in that position for so long. It's different when it's with Sanemi.

For one, he's gentle and doesn't run. When he does, he's smooth and careful. These guys don't give a single care about my poor spine, but hey if I were them I wouldn't either honestly.

"Oh my- Y/n-san are you okay??" I yanked the blindfold off of my eyes, pretty much ignoring the girl trying to check on me.

Holy cow.

We were in front of the village, the entrence. Just from the outside, it was beautiful. Surrounded by trees and mountain, swordsmiths with masks on wondering the streets and hard at work, and even some children.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, thanks for taking me." She bowed with confusion, than began leading me through the place. "Hold on wheres Sanemi?"

"Oh he arrived about two minutes before we did, he's currently with the chief. I'm taking you there now." The chief huh. The big boss man. I wonder what he looks like, probably bit and intimidating.

As we walked through the main road, people occasionally stared and whispered, theres no way any of them knew who I was. All I did was donate blood to dying people.

"Does everyone wear masks to keep their identity a secret or something?" I turned to ask the kakushi, who nodded and smiled under the cloth covering her.

"Swords smiths are the heart of the demon slayer corps, so if they were to get wiped out... it wouldn't be very practical." I nodded as I watched a kid trip over a rock, face planting into a wooden poll.

"Does anyone know what anyone else looks like?" She shrugged, and I began to wonder what she looked like. Why couldn't I see her face either??

"I'm not so sure about that, you'd have to ask one of them yourself." I noticed an open work area, letting me see a katana being made in real time. The metal was a bright glowing color, clearly extremely hot. A guy in a mask was hitting the hot metal with a hammer type tool, over and over again.

I was looking around at everything so much I hadn't realized we were at the base of the chiefs place, until I almost ran into the kakushi.

"We're here, follow me inside." She lead me through the main door, and the inside was surprisingly nice. And there were lots of people. Lots of people.

We walked up a flight of stairs, stopping in front of a door at the end of the hallway, a big door at that. She knocked a few times before the door swung open, letting us go inside.

Inside was a well furnished room, about ten people all across the room doing various tasks and talking, and in the center... wow.

I didn't expect the chief to be an old pipsqueak.

Talking with him though was none other then Sanemi, who had yet to notice us with all the noise.

He looked slightly tensed up, but the chief looked happy(?). I can't tell what people feel with these masks they're wearing.