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

Shinazugawa Sanemi x F!Tsuguko!Reader || Of Which that Matters

Art credit: @/yyyichiichi

Request by @EULSIERS
Plot: Sanemi tries to win the heart of an emotionless Breath of Ice swords-woman. Troubled, you rejected his advances thinking that you were a burden. Will Sanemi succeed?
Warning(s): Adult themes (it will be bordered by *•••••*, and there will be a scene after the lemon), Sanemi's dirty mouth

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He remembered your valiant back as you swerved in and took a hit for him. The way your blood sprayed from your shoulder and you slid back to a hair breadth's away from his nose made his heart jump.

Tha-thump.

Shit.

If you had to say, Sanemi wasn't the best person to help you sort your feelings out. The clock struck one in the afternoon and you made your way to the Butterfly estate where you met with Shinobu and Mitsuri to chat.

Typically, there wouldn't be much of a talk. You sat at their sides and listened to them complaining about the Kamaboko squad. Whilst chewing on rice crackers and lukewarm tea that you left out for too long, the heated banter between them made you feel left out.

You swallowed the greedy thought bitterly. It had been an honour to sit with a pillar and even more so with two.

The moment you slid the door open, you locked eyes with a person you least expected to turn up at the Butterfly estate. There stood Shinazagawa Sanemi, frozen in his tracks on the way to the rehabilitation room. His waist wrapped with layers of bandages like he sat in the snow and stayed there for hours.

You blinked in deadpan surprise and bowed. "Good afternoon, Shinazugawa-sama."

"O-Oh, how are you?" He forced the words out of his mouth unnaturally.

"Do worry more about yourself, Shinazugawa-sama. Your guts got sliced up severely. Please take care." You bowed again to excuse yourself.

"Hey, wait!" Sanemi raised his voice with a hint of desperation. You turned your torso to face him and he gulped nervously. "Want to go get lunch?"

"Lunch..." you pondered blankly. "But Kochou-sama and Kanroji-sama want to meet me now."

"Huh? But they're on a mission?"

"Oh, are they?" You commented with a droop of your head.

You remembered some kakushi scampering around the estate and yelling poison formulas to one another. With the assumption that they had more patients to take care of, the thought of another disastrous mission did not cross your mind.

You frowned at the odd lack of information. Perhaps an upper moon was involved, yet the bitter aftertaste of the thought made you wonder why you weren't informed.