Kimetsu no Yaiba x Reader [One Shots] || Linked Hands

Shinazugawa Sanemi x F!Reader || Yellow

Art credit: @/_kiyotsugu
[Modern AU]

Request from @/HoneyLuna who wanted no angst
Plot: Sanemi lost Genya in IKEA and now you have to deal with it because he thinks you're an IKEA employee.
Warning(s): Crackhead energy, Sanemi's dirty mouth, Definitely no angst

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It had only been two hours and you regretted wearing a yellow shirt.

A day before, you liked yellow a fair bit. You lazed on your bed with your hoodie strewn at the corner and watched the golden sun dissolve into the horizon. Your fingertips grazed the warm popcorn bowl on the bedside counter and brought it over to your stomach. You yawned and brought your blanket over your knees before chewing on a few buttered popcorns.

It was a great lazy day to reward yourself with. Your mind told you to draw, write or even talk to someone, yet you threw your plans away to watch the spectacular sun.

Just then, your phone buzzed. You picked up the phone and drawled, "Hello?"

"Moshi, moshi, (Y/n)-tan!" Shinobu's static voice piped in. It was more upbeat yet exhausted than usual. "Are you awake?"

"Very much." Your head relaxed into your pillow. "What's up? You're not the one to make calls often."

"You are a sharp one, (Y/n)-tan... So I've moved out with Kanae and Kanao, but we need some new furniture. Would you like to come with us?"

"Umm..." you looked over to your calendar. Though you didn't use it much, the boxes for the whole week was squeaky clean as compared to the rest. "Oh yeah, sure. When?"

"Tomorrow at 5."

"Gotcha, Shin-chan."

***

The snow was melting off the budding flower petals and you were about to learn the consequences of wearing a yellow shirt to an IKEA store. When they arrived to pick you up, you didn't get why Shinobu was laughing but you appreciated Kanae at least tried to hide her giggles.

You asked if you looked weird and Shinobu had the guts to look you in the eye and state, "No, you look wonderful."

You eyed her suspiciously and slid into Kanae's car. It was halfway through the ride when realisation walloped your ass. You look just like an IKEA employee.

You said your thoughts aloud and all hell in Shinobu broke loose. She guffawed and slapped your thigh like she chugged down twenty bottles of wine. It was like she wrestled with the demons in her heart for too long, which was fifteen minutes, and she released them.