Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] Who are you? I love you | {UzuRen}

Theme: Fluff

Note: The wheel originally chose death angst but I re-rolled it bc the last UzuRen I wrote was death angst so.. here’s some fluff (this is if Kyojuro lived, and Tengen was never a Hashira (this is an AU please don’t kill me I’m just doing what the wheel said-))

Tengen wasn’t a Hashira bc he stayed as the Shinobi (ninja thingy i forget) for longer and when he became a demon slayer, he’d not gotten a chance to come across a 12 kizuki/didn’t have enough time to kill 50(?) demons (I’m aware that Tengen is rlly strong and shit so he would’ve risen in ranks faster if he had more time :>)

Kyojuro was there, when Muzan was defeated. He was there and he was alive. He looked around at all the people around him. He smiled in a sort of sad way because they’d lost so many people. 

He moved through the crowds, finding himself admist a group of demon slayers. He smiled at them nodding as they asked if he was okay—he had wounds that definitely needed tending to, but they weren’t the worst acquired by everyone else and he wanted other people to be helped first. The group of demon slayers seemed in awe of him, knowing he was a Hashira. 

Eventually they had to go to help the other people around since they hadn’t been injured as much, but one of them stayed, curious of Kyojuro. 

“What’s your name?” the demon slayer asked. He was taller than Kyojuro with a bandage over his eye—presumably where he’d acquired a wound. 

“Rengoku Kyojuro,” the Hashira informed him, the smile still playing on his face. “And you? Don’t you want to go off with your friends?”

“Eh,” the demon slayer said, shrugging. “I’ll go to them in a minute. I’m Uzui Tengen. Former Shinobi. I honestly wish I’d had more time to become a Hashira, you know?”

“You look like you might,” Kyojuro pointed out. “When did you get into the demon slayer corps?”

“Not long ago,” Tengen said, sighing. “Well, at least now my wives won’t worry about me. They’ve worried ever since I’ve become a demon slayer—as if being a ninja was any better,” he said with a short laugh.

“Yeah. Wait—wives? Ninja?” Kyojuro asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yes, why?”

“How old are you?!” Kyojuro said, then quickly apologized.

Tengen grinned. “I’m only 23, why?”

“You.. You said wives. Plural.” Kyojuro crossed his arms, confused.

“Tradition,” Tengen waved off. “Doesn’t matter.”

“..Okay. Well, I’m 20,” Kyojuro said, changing the subject. 

“Nice, when did you become Hashira? Or, uh, demon slayer?”

“Don’t know, age become a blur when your focus is on making sure no one dies because you made a mistake,” he said. He said it in a light tone, but it really wasn’t anything ‘light.’ 

“True.”

They stared at each other for a beat, then someone called out Tengen’s name and he turned. A woman was waving him over and he shouted back her name—at least that’s what Kyojuro assumed—and told her he’d be there in a minute. 

“Right, got to go,” Tengen said, sighing. 

“Mhm! See you around,” Kyojuro smiled.

He watched Tengen run up to the woman and hug her, before they went off to find someone, it seemed. Kyojuro kept his eyes on the man for a moment, then turned away to help the others with bringing people to safety. 

“God, why does he have to be married,” Kyojuro muttered, pushing his hair back. He weaved through the rubble and found an injured demon slayer. He picked her up and carried her to the place where the wounded lay. 

Giyuu walked up beside him, looking defeated. 

“Oh, hello, Tomioka,” Kyojuro said brightly. 

“Hi.”

“Are you okay? Did you get any more injured than you were before Kamado?” he asked, concerned. 

“No.” 

“You lost an arm? I’m sorry..” Kyojuro said, noticing the bandage wrapped around the end of what was left of Giyuu’s arm. 

“It’s okay. Are you alright? The other Hashira are.. not. Shinazugawa is unconscious but the Kakushi are tending to him. They say if he was a regular person he would’ve died, but because he’s a Hashira he will have a chance to survive,” Giyuu informed him, his expression remaining in it’s usual impassive state, though a tone of tiredness clouded it. 

“Ah..” 

Both Hashira looked out in the crowd of people, bustling about. It almost could’ve looked normal if there was not a great amount of fallen demon slayers and blood and broken down buildings. 

Kyojuro turned back to Giyuu, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, I met this demon slayer! His name is Uzui.” 

“Uzui? Sounds familiar,” Giyuu murmured, his eyes still scanning the people around him. 

“Oh?”

“This woman was crying because she couldn’t find her husband, I think. Said her name was, uh,” Giyuu paused, thinking. “Uzui something. Started with an ‘s’? Sumi? Suma? Something like that.”

“Oh, well, Uzui said he had several wives. And he’s only 23,” Kyojuro remarked.

“Really? Who has the time to marry?” Giyuu asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Dunno.”

The lapsed back into silence and continued watching around, helping the occasional Kakushi who walked past them. Then Kyojuro pointed off to a person who was surrounded by a group of people, all of them talking. 

“The one in the midde? White hair? That’s Uzui,” he said to Giyuu.

“Ah. Are the women his wives?”

“I don’t know, he never said who they were. Or how many.”

“You sound disappointed,” the Water Hashira said, turning to Kyojuro. 

“Disappointed?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. I’m not,” Kyojuro said, a nervous laugh tracing his words.

“No?”

“No, no, I’m not.”

“Suit yourself.” Giyuu paused. “If you like him, best tell his wives first.” Then he left, walking towards the direction the Kamado siblings sat. 

If you like him, best tell his wives first. 

Kyojuro sighed and leaned against a particularily large piece of concrete. He supposed he shouldn’t fall for someone he just met. What was the point? 

And of course, the person just had to be married. To several people. Just great.

~~~

Tengen grinned as his wives explained how Suma had dropped her plate and had caused the whole restaurant to erupt in chaos somehow. 

By now, it was the demon slayer corps all healing from the losses and celebrating Muzan’s defeat. About a month had gone by and Tengen and his wives had gotten into helping everyone with the excuses and the rebuilding and the burying and healing. 

And though it had been so long, Tengen’s mind constantly wandered back to the Hashira. The Flame Hashira with hair like fire whose smile seemed to brighten everyone. He’d seen Kyojuro around when he’d been helping and they talked every now and then. 

But not enough to sooth Tengen’s terrible want. 

Which he hated himself for. He didn’t want to want. He had three wives for fuck’s sake! He turned where he stood and Hinatsuru, startled, stumbled back.

“Oh shit, sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m going to go buy some food, alright?”

His wives nodded, confused. “Okay, bye!” Suma said cheerfully, glad for the change of subject.

“Bye,” he agreed, smiling and grabbing his bag. 

~~~

Kyojuro walked silently down the street, tired. He’d had a long day today, pushing himself to the limits to help as much around as he could. He probably shouldn’t have done that much but he needed to take his mind off of Tengen.

And it didn’t work. Unfortunately.

He turned the corner, his eyes on the ground. Then he realized he was about to bump into someone and looked up just in time before he nearly crashed right into Tengen who was holding a bag and apparently rushing somewhere.

“Uzui?” Kyojuro asked, startled. “Sorry, are you going somewhere?”

“Well, I said I would be so I probably should. You?”

“Nope. Mostly on my way home, but I don’t think I’m needed there at the moment so I was just walking. You know?”

“Ah, right.” Tengen nodded, smoothing his hair. “Uhh, want to go to the store with me?”

Yes, yes he did. He should say no, but.. “Sure, why not?”

Kyojuro smiled and Tengen smiled back. 

“Great!”

~~~

Tengen couldn’t believe his luck. Which, at the moment, he was unsure if that was meant negatively or positively. He loved being with Kyojuro for one thing, but he needed something to stop him from being so focused on the Hashira. He shouldn’t be falling in love with someone when he already had wives..

He took his time as he walked side by side Kyojuro. They talked a bit as they headed to the store, finding themselves at peace. 

“Have anything to do this weekend?” Tengen asked, changing the subject.

“No, why?”

“Want to come over to my house? I need something to do. Too much time to think and thinking is boring,” Tengen said, shrugging.

“Oh, yeah, sure. Which day? When?” Kyojuro asked.

Tengen shook his head. “What day do you want? I’m free both, from what I know.”

“Alright! What about, uh, saturday? Sunday, if I manage it, I’m planning to convince Senjuro and my father to go somewhere with me. Is that okay?” Kyojuro suggested.

“Yes! I mean, uh, yep. So in two days. Cool. Where should I pick you up at?”

“What about the park? The one a block away from here?” Kyojuro suggested.

“Alright.”

Tengen smiled, happy with this. 

Kyojuro smiled back, not knowing what was going through Tengen’s mind right now.

~~~

He seemed take longer to get ready this time, as Kyojuro fixed his hair. It was saturday and he was going to see Tengen. He honestly couldn’t wait, couldn’t help day dreaming about what it might be like to spend the day with Tengen and not just mindless conversations while they worked. 

He left the house with a smile and made his way to the park happily. Tengen was there waiting for him and he took him to his house. 

Tengen introduced Suma, Hinatsuru, and Makio to Kyojuro more properly and Kyojuro found that they were really sweet women. They didn’t seem to mind at all when Tengen had hugged him. They had snacks ready for Kyojuro who took it gratefully—finding that it was Tengen’s wives who had made it. It had been “UMAI!” as he’d declared. 

As time passed on and they were having fun, Kyojuro went to the bathroom. When he came back, he paused in front of the door, hearing Tengen and his wives speaking in hushed tones.

“Tengen, we don’t mind that you like him too! He’s really nice,” Hinatsuru assured the man. 

“Really?” Tengen asked, sounding surprised. 

“Of course!” Suma decided. “He also said our cooking was delicious. He’s so sweettt!!”

Tengen laughed softly. “Yes, he’s amazing!” 

Kyojuro smiled to himself. 

Makio paused. “Just don’t forget about us and you can date him,” she ordered, putting her hands on her hips. 

“Deal,” Tengen said, smiling. Then he flinched and his wives surrounded him, worried. “No, no, I’m fine. Just.. Kyojuro?” 

Makio nodded. “Yes, that’s who we’ve been talking about, right..?”

“Yeah. I meant, uh, Kyojuro. I think he just heard what we said,” Tengen murmured.

Kyojuro jolted, surprised. He opened the door sheepishly, looking guilty. “Yes, I did.. Sorry..”

{Word count: 1829}

I’M EVILLL 

imma do a part 2 MAYBE 😊

The wheel’s choice: Eavesdropping, Future AU, Strangers to lovers

Finished, @Oh4r4 ! :3