Kimetsu No Yaiba x Reader ! {Oneshots}

Cook-off//Inosuke

I don't see too many x readers with my boy... so I decided to jump in and try it! It's much more fun than I thought. Also, this is the 7th chapter. 7 is a lucky number, right?! xD  I'll leave my book like this for a little while.... next up will be Muzan ??

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Y/N had absolutely no idea why she let herself get into this situation: training Inosuke under her wing.

Y/N was the B/S {breathing style :3} Pillar of the group; deeply respected and admired by her fellow peers.

However, her trainee was different. And not in a good way.

"I'M GONNA' KILL MORE DEMONS THAN YOU!! JUST YOU WAIT!! THAT MISSION YESTERDAY WAS ONLY A DISPLAY OF HALF OF MY POWER!!"

Y/N let out a long, deep sigh.
There he was, screaming again.

The Pillar slowly got up from her place in the dojo, kneeling by Inosuke's side.

"Half of your power, hmm? I don't see how your power as a whole would help, especially in the state you're in."

The uncultured swine angrily  glared at her from his futon.

Inosuke and Y/N had been out for a demon eradication just yesterday. Poor Inosuke was exhausted to his limits and blacked out in the middle of the fight. Luckily, Y/N had swooped in to the rescue, killing off the last few demons before finally returning to the Butterfly Estate.

Now, here he was, an injured and frail person in need of recovery.

However, in some magical way - he wanted to get himself hurt yet again.

"You should be grateful," Y/N huffed matter-of-factly. "If I hadn't pulled you out, you'd be slashed into bits."

"HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?! I COULD SLASH YOU UP!"

Then, to Y/N's horror, Inosuke slowly began to get up, still wrapped tightly in bandages.

"Wait! Inosuke-"

"SHUT UP! YOU'RE A PILLAR, BUT THAT DOESN'T M-"

Suddenly, Inosuke's green eyes grew wide. He slowly crumpled into a heap.

"HEAVEN'S SAKE!" Y/N cried, catching him before he could fall.  "Don't move! Your wounds are still fresh!"

Inosuke was about to retort, but his face contorted in pain as a jarring ache coursed through his abdomen.

He tried to fight, but it was worthless. He hated the way Y/N easily pressed him back down on his futon, an angry expression on her face.

"Do you want to get hurt?!"

"Shut up." Inosuke grumbled.

"Look,"  Y/N folded her hands, trying to keep her patience. "At least be grateful I cooked you food."

The pillar caught the sudden ray of light in her trainee's eyes.

"Really?"

Y/N pulled the tray of katsudon she had cooked from behind her back.

Inosuke was immediately won over by greedy hunger. He reached out to take it, but the pillar stopped him.

"Say thank you first."

"Goddamn you!"

Y/N smiled slyly.

"So no food?"

Inosuke's lip trembled. Finally, in a begrudging tone, he muttered:

"Thank you."

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{A few months later....}

Never in a million years did Y/N expect to get injured.

Yet ta-da! Here she was; in the butterfly estate, wrapped in bandages, as hopeless as a leaf carrized in the breeze.

She stubbornly tried to get up, but everything hurt. Her waist. Her legs. Even her arms felt like they had been carrying lead.

She tried to clear her blurry vision as she slowly got up on her futon.

Then, out of the blue, she felt something hot shoved in her mouth.

She nearly screamed at the sudden contact, until her vision cleared. In front of her, two striking green eyes stared deep into her soul.

"GO ON!" Inosuke yelled, holding the spoon tightly. "EAT UP!"

Y/N blinked, then realized the hot something was actually a delicious piece of F/F.

No way. Inosuke was spoonfeeding her?

Seeing she had no choice, she gulped down the piece of food.
Inosuke grinned in satisfaction.

"Feeling better?!"

Y/N couldn't believe her own ears. Was this Inosuke's illegitemate doppelganger or something?

"Why are you here?!" Y/N couldn't help but burst.

"TO HAVE COMEBACK, OF COURSE!"

Y/N was confused as ever. She slowly looked at her surroundings.

Almost a dozen bowls of food encircled her futon.

"WHAT-?!" Y/N nearly stumbled backwards in shock.

"My power as a WHOLE!" Inosuke rose his chin pompously. "SEE HERE, I CAN COOK SOMETHING WAY BETTER THAN YOUR PATHETIC KATSUDON!"

But Y/N wasn't listening. Her face was completely stunned, a hand on her mouth.

"You cooked all of this for me?"

Inosuke bit his lip tursely.

"Well yeah, but - it's my revenge for that cook-off you did! What do you think this is, something personal?! You're an idiot for thinking so!"

Y/N rose a brow at his excuse.
The way his face turned a little red told a different story. To silence him, she placed a hand atop his dark hair.

Inosuke stiffened, his body growing rigid.

"What the hell are you trying to-"

Y/N gave him a gentle headpat, laughing rather heartily.

"Thank you! Perhaps you're not as bad as I thought."

Inosuke wanted to pull away, but he found the headpats strangely comforting.

"Since when was I bad?" He grumbled, still unaware of the fact that he had an obvious blush on his face.

"Oh, don't be a day-breaker!" Y/N clucked.
"C'mon. Let's share this meal and see how good your cook-off really is."