SIX FEET UNDER [Zenitsu/F!Reader]

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❝It's hard to love you when I'm meant to be six feet underground.❞
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Swinging the bokken in his grasp, contact was made for the second time. A scowl formed on his expression. Arms falling at his sides, momentarily, he decides to throw the wooden sword at incredible speeds.

Fully reacting— she defends herself using her own before it managed to knock off her mask. An [e/c] eye scans his form. Her own irritation burns anew at his neutral gaze. "Aiming for the face? That's low." Sucking in a remark, her head turns away from him.

"I'm surprised you noticed, seeing as you're not even giving me your full attention here." She scoffs in reply. Was it that obvious? No, Giyu just has a knack to snuff out little things like this, probably. His suspicion was confirmed at her lack of response. Taking a step forward, his eyelids reel. A moment of weakness was spotted.

This allowed her to spear the bokken onto his stomach. "[F/n] you vixen—" Clutching his abdomen, a breath of air was knocked out of him.

"Talk about not giving your full attention here." Her pitch lowered, voice mocking his.

Watching him struggle to form words made her feel sympathetic. Giyu, after all, didn't use as much force as she did to him. She shakes her head. "That wasn't needed, I'm sorry."

He raises a hand as if to nod her off while he was hunched over. Giyu focused on his breathing upon unwinding. "I warranted that," he reassures, "but clearly there is something distracting you." Her figure turns back to him, eyes trailing at his feet. Of course she couldn't keep it completely hidden.

Fiddling with her own fingers, she kicks up a small cloud of dirt. "It's that boy Zenitsu Agatsuma." [F/n] admits. Giyu could already taste a hint of vomit at the tip of his tongue. "Of all people." Childishly, he rolls his eyes behind a blink. "What about him?"

She struggled to answer. Silently, she was grateful for deciding to wear her kitsune mask, as it masked the mixed emotions displayed clearly in her bicolored eyes. "I can't explain it." [F/n] lies, quickly correcting herself. "No— I get this... Animalistic instinct when I'm around him. It's hard to control."

Giyu nears her curiously. Her stare was glued to her palms. "I just wanna keep him to myself. That's all."

The male picks up her hands, turning them over. Using his thumb to massage circles onto her skin, their eyes meet. "You worry me." [F/n] return his squeeze, feeling his fingers though hers. A low blush warms her face. He feels her tense at his hold, the thin line on his lips lifting ever so slightly. "I'll be fine." His expression was quick to revert.

Dark blue eyes seep into what remained of her soul, observing in judgement. "Of course." [F/n] tugs away. She felt indifferent towards him, finally retreating when he had nothing further to say. Their sparring session was officially concluded.

Something about his response unnerved her. The tingling sensation on her mind lingered like poison, consuming her thoughts. It was odd, especially for someone like Giyu, who was always ready to lend her a hand; as he is to him.

Left with nothing further to do, she decides to visit the butterfly estate. Spending time with Kocho while drinking tea sounded like a delight at the moment.