"𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆"

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Fᴏᴜʀ

𝟹:𝟶𝟹 𝙰𝙼

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟶𝚝𝚑, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻

𝚃𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚘 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍

F/N's Perspective

I jolted up from my sleeping position.

I looked beside me to see Tanjiro was still asleep. But Kyojuro was holding onto a young female's neck? He for sure is still asleep.

"Tanjiro!!"

I whispered-yelled.

He didn't budge or even flinch.

I look to the side to see Nezuko out of her box.

"Oh! Nezuko!"

I happily ran over to her and hugged her.

Surprisingly, she finally hugged me back! I look at my wrist to see a burnt rope connected to it.

"Oh! Nezuko, did you burn this?"

I asked, tearing the burnt rope off my wrist.

Nezuko just shrugs.

"Well, I can tell there's a demon here so I need you to burn the ropes and try to wake them all up while I go find the demon! Can you do that for me, Nezuko?"

I asked politely, patting her head.

Nezuko joyfully nods and runs over to her elder brother.

"Great, now to find that demon..."

I sprinted to the nearest window and opened it.

I jumped up to the roof of the train. I sprinted off to find the demon. After a while, I could finally see them.

A apparently kind of tall male, standing in the wind on the roof of the train.

'What kind of scene is this-'

My thoughts were disrupted when the male demon talked.

"Oh...so you managed to escape your dream.....how interesting..."

He turns to me.

"You should've stayed in your dream for a bit longer though. You would've been stuck in a happy never ending dream. Heheh."

He lightly chuckles.

"Why should I? I have friends who care about me and people who support me who aren't even in my dream."

I walked closer to him.

"You're young. A short female like you shouldn't really be in a demon slayer position."

I stopped.

"HUH?!?! AM I THAT SHORT?!"

I pouted.

"How mean!!! I came here to slay a demon but instead I get a feminine looking demon calling me short!"

I pouted again.

"What? Feminine?"

He took a moment to process what I said.

"You're calling me...a female now...because of how I look..?"

He said darkly, his voice filled with pure acrimony and malice.

"Oop-"

I yelped and dodged an attack.

I pulled out my scythe and ran towards him.

My family was insulting me and clouding my vision, trying to make me lose my strength.