𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Part 26: His Troublesome Partner

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a•n: timeskip Yushiro be so FINEEEEE😰🤺 |

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YUSHIRO'S HIDEOUT
07:00

That morning, everything glimmers beautifully. Even the birds, basking in the daylight with their melodic tweets and coos, the leaves rustling a faint sway within the breeze, and a particular mansion in the outskirts of the Mist Town, surrounded by tall trees and unbreakable walls keeping it hidden from the society, looks more dreamlike than its reality of existence: no one passing the area in their right mind would've thought the mansion is a secret hideout of a demon. 

Most parts of the mansion were enclosed and unopened, be it small windows or doors or even a tiny inch of hole that could make the sun all more delightful to sneak in. Yushiro is skeptical to the things running in his own mansion. His guests are understandable, fortunately or not, because the demon pretty much never state their options. His mansion, his rules. To avoid the darkness being too unbearable for his dear guests, he sets up magical lamps along the main hallways and candles in guest rooms. 

Kanao stirs herself awake from the peaceful tunes the birds were offering her from outside, although their singing were muffled behind the walls. She slowly sits up, the covers gathered around her waist as she rubs away the heaviness lingering on her eyelids. The sleep was too good it took all of her courage not to lie back down and resume her dreamless state. 

Then, her eyes snap opened, entirely opened as her mind rewinds all scenes and iconic moments of herself and Tanjirou under the moonlight that got her knees throbbing.

"No... that can't be real, right?" Kanao grabs the pillow behind her and screams her embarrassment inside, the tips of her ears glowing pink. 

It could be that I was just having a nice dream last night. I mean, Tanjirou just confessed that he loves me- and I too, said the same thing. What-

Her fingertips touch her bottom lip, lightly pressing at the flesh there and Kanao explodes with a sense of reality: there's no way a mere dream can provide a kissing experience that good. She sits up straight and sighs a deep puff of air out, now that the morning has come she'd might have to put up a brave face and calm her senses before facing Tanjirou once more. Deep down, she truly hopes Tanjirou can be considerate enough not to sought for her presence in this early hour.

Two polite knocks on the door turned her stomach upside down.

Behind the protection of a wooden door, his voice warms up her insides, "Hey, Kanao? Are you awake? It's Tanjirou. Can I come in?"

Right now, if only it's possible, Kanao wants to be one with the air, slowly dissipating in the dust and turning invisible. 

Oh my word. It's Tanjirou!

Kanao was shaking like a leaf, her thoughts alone were draining her morning energy and off to a bad start. Drawing a slow, battered breath that feels like a punch to her stomach, she gives herself a pep talk- in whispers: stay calm, Kanao. stay calm. don't act like an immature human being, alright? Tanjirou must've been here for a reason, right, a valid reason. Of course, so here goes nothing.