[ON HIATUS]
Ilove this show so much. This is going to be my first time writing some Oneshots so don't mind me (it's a work in progress)
I'm going to try and make this as REALISTIC as possible, as if the events that happen here would actually happen...
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Pulling the large, thin fabric off the clothing line, the white blanket settled into your arms as you began to fold it into a manageable size. You huffed as you placed it into the wooden basket, the cool summer breeze blowing out your (h/c) hair and the soft material of your nurse attire.
You hauled up your load and began carrying it into the house, sighing as your sight was obstructed by the large stack of blankets piled up on top of the basket. You twisted your neck to the left, struggling to see what was ahead of you. Twisting it to the right, a small smile spreads across your features as a view of the hallway began to present itself on the floor. Grinning , you forced your neck to stretch just a little more, only for you to stumble, the weight of the basket pulling you further and-
BANG!!
You fall flat on your face.
"Ouch..."
You rubbed your nose, wincing when you felt it sting against your fingertips. Sitting yourself up, you began to hurriedly collect all the fallen blankets on the floor, cursing silently under your breath.
"Darn I'm such a-"
"I'm sorry I'm so weak..."
Huh?
"I'm not strong at all..."
You turned your head to the side, witnessing what seemed to be a boar mask lying on top of one of the many beds that were in the room. You blinked, unsure at first of what exactly you had stumbled across.
"What's.... got you so down?" You whispered, cautiously approaching the bed.
Is there a person under there?
"I wasn't able to kill that demon..."
A demon? A tiny bit of weight lifted off your shoulders, realising that it was the face of a demon slayer hidden under that unusual mask.
"What demon?"
Although he didn't move, he seemed to sink deeper into the bed, continuing to stare at the ceiling with with his large, blue boar eyes.
"I'm so weak that I can't even kill a single demon by myself..."
You hummed. His voice was husky, strained- almost, and you watched him with a soft curiosity. The bed sheets that sat on his chest steadily rose and fell as he breathed, and you notice that his arms that were stuck, limp against his sides were wrapped securely in bandages. Although you weren't quite sure what kind of person this man was, not only did this event he spoke of injured him physically, but you were certain that it also took a toll on his pride, judging from his gloomy demeanor.
"Hey..." You started, taking the empty seat next to him.
"Just because you can't kill a demon doesn't mean you're weak."
