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

Sabito x Nobility!F!Reader || Yuki no Hana

Art credit: @/麻倉 壱

Request by @/ClassroomFiasco
Note: Both you and Sabito are 13 years old.

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Responsibilities suck. The drumming of rain on the hard soil drowned the clatters of ceramic as maids scattered outside your room. The fireplace behind you cackled.

Sighing, you sat on the windowsill and stretched a hand out. Cold water pelted on your skin and trailed down to your nails. You sang.

"Our shadows stretched across the road
As we strolled in the twilight
How I wish this moment could last forever
When the touch of our hands could make me cry..."

"(L/n)-sama! A lady shouldn't be sprawling herself on a windowsill!" The old head maid—Aguri—threw a blanket over you. "You'll get drenched."

"I don't want to get married." You turned away from the lady and clutched onto the blanket.

"Even so, you've got to meet him one day. He's a good boy." She hugged you from the side, the warmth from the fireplace lingered on her clothes and seeped into your skin.

"Yes, baa-chan." You tapped her hand and she let go.

Aguri smiled and smoothed the side of your hair. With a final tuck of the blankets, she left the room and shut the door.

You heard her footsteps tip-tapping away until it faded into the quietness of the room. The fire flickered with a small crack and a firewood slid and hit the ashes. A scent of fresh water surfaced.

You stifled a laugh. "You can come out now, Sabito."

"As you wish." A soft rustle came from the layers of wallflowers beside your window. His fox mask peeked from within the vines and snickered, "How'd you act so convincingly?"

"Don't doubt my skills, you buffoon." You opened a side of your blanket and ushered him in. "Come on."

"No need, my lady." Before you could blink, Sabito landed in your room, his hair and shoes drenched in rainwater. "Sorry for dirtying your room."

You hurried to the bathroom and returned with a towel in hand. Throwing the fluffy blanket over his head, you observed his rough mask, crafted delicately by hands but not expertly.

"Why don't you take the mask off? Isn't it stuffy?"

"I can't risk someone seeing my face." He took your hand and intertwined them with his. "What if you get in trouble?"