𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 ⁜ 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

Muichiro x Reader

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.
   It had been a year since Muichirō had died, but you still couldn't get over it. You could never forgive yourself as you were in the same battle that he lost but yet couldn't protect him.
   Pain filled your heart when you saw his lifeless body laying helplessly on the ground as your tears dripped onto his pale face. You didn't do anything to protect him. You let him die. That's all you could think of.
   "Hey y/n," Sanemi called behind you. To your surprise, the both of you actually got along and you had the rare ability to talk to him for more than 2 seconds without dying. "It isn't your fault, you know. We were all fending for ourselves."
   "Yeah i guess. But still, i could have done something but i didn't," you answered. No amount of comfort would work. Upon hearing your statement, Sanemi sighed and walked away, thinking that he should give you some space.
   At least the demon that killed him died. At least he had slight revenge. But still, it just wasn't fair. Why did bad things always happen to good people? Why did horrid beings like Muzan get to live for hundreds of years?
   You could feel your blood boiling as images of the atrocious upper moon one that you despised, loathed and hated with all your will. That stupid shit. You wished his death could have been more painful. More slow. Make him feel the life being sucked out of him. Hopefully have him think of the most miserable things as he perished and his disgusting body turned to dust and disintegrated.
   As you groaned furiously, you picked your sword up and walked out of your house. You had no idea what you were going to do. No idea if you may end up killing a human. You wanted nothing but to stab something.
   When you saw a tall tree somewhere in the forest, you decided it was the perfect target. You were going to slice through its bark slowly. Using your sword, you carved "kokushitbo" into the tree's trunk and began slicing at it slowly. This was your dream. Slowly agonising the repulsing upper moon. At that point, you didn't care if passerbys thought you were a complete psycho, mainly because you didn't really have the right to deny it.
   "Die, kokushitbo."

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙚? 𝙃𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙠. 𝙄𝙩𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞 𝙚𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙢𝙖𝙤