Both (muichirou X reader) (Discontinued)

Both (muichirou X reader) (Discontinued)

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You, a demon slayer that became an hashira at a young age (age 13 lol) it is actually mostly because of your unique fighting skills and talent, you became a demon slayer due to being forced to partake in a "family tradition" of yours and also to continue the breath of the dance breathing you didn't want it but what can you do? the hashiras are still doubtful at your skills because of your age but you are gonna prove yourself that....but the only person who caught your eye is a 14 year old boy muichirou which is very much alike like you but shows less emotions.... Okay please I have to stop simping for him HHDHDHHDHDHD I made this story while making another one in progress JUST GREAT......oh well I guess I could manage...anyways I hope you enjoy... Please this story does not include smut but it may include....s o m e ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (Cover not mine)
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⤷ The truth, once it begins to surface, doesn't ask for permission. 𝙈𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙊 𝙏𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙏𝙊 has no past. Only fragments. Faces without names. Feelings without reasons. The world drifts around him like mist, untouchable and far away, and he moves through it without purpose. He is a shadow shaped by silence, a boy unbothered by the void of what was lost. The fog of his memories never asks to be cleared, so he never tries. But silence is fragile. And lately, it's been cracking. Something is shifting-softly, slowly. Fragments begin to stir. A voice, a glance, the echo of a laugh. Familiar in a way that frightens him. Emotions bloom where emptiness once lived.

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