Theme:Â fluff
Note: it’s kinda like an alternative ending to the overprotective siblings one (req’ed on tumblr <3)
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The crows stared at Sanemi, trying to figure him out.
“You’re saying…?” one of the crows asked, its voice pitchy and almost annoying.
Sanemi rolled his eyes. He was crouched in front of them, impatience bubbling in him. “I’m saying I want the restraint to be lifted,” he repeated, trying to fight the rising anger.
“But last time you two were near each other it was all fists and kicks, there’s no way the Master will approve of this,” the other crow squawked.
“Well tell him that I promise not to do anything!” Sanemi snapped, a breath away from pummeling the stupid birds. “Kamado keeps clinging onto Tomioka like a fuckin’ koala and I can’t go near Tomioka if Kamado and his sister are there 24/7. Can you just ask???”
The crows discussed (loudly) between each other before agreeing that they could ask Kagaya.
“Took you long enough,” Sanemi muttered as they flew back into the sky towards the Master’s house. A day later, he got a response.
“He said the order will be removed if you can prove that you and Tanjiro Kamado can get along—in other words, stay in the same room and not kill each other,” the crows informed him.
Sanemi glared at it with disdain. “Fuck, fine! Fine!” he grumbled, turning and stalking in the vague direction Giyuu’s house sat.
“Hey! You can’t go to Tanjiro, the restraint order is still up!” one of the crows called after him.
Sanemi turned towards it, glowering. “Then how the fuck do I prove we can get along?!”
The crow faltered. “Oh… I don’t know.”
“Exactly!” He continued towards the house, the crows following from the sky. When he got there, both the Kamados were clinging onto Giyuu as if he was their life source—not for the first time—and all three looked up as Sanemi started down the path in clear view.
“Shinazugawa?” Giyuu said, surprised that Sanemi might be willingly visiting him.
Tanjiro, on the other hand, all but hissed at him, eyes narrowed. “We can’t be near each other,” he said. It sounded as if he was barely resisting the urge to yell. Apparently, he was still very stingy about their last interaction.
Sanemi jerked a thumb in the general direction of the crows. “Said I could make amends,” he said stiffly, suddenly unsure what to do. He wasn’t really known to be good with children anymore and Tanjiro all but hated him. Besides, what he did know how to do was deal with the smaller children—toddlers, babies, literally anything under, say, thirteen. But teens? Oh, he was fucked
“What do you mean?” Giyuu asked, frowning. As if just now remembering about the restraining order, he wrapped his arms protectively around Tanjiro, tugging Nezuko closer simultaneously.
Sanemi let out a breath. “Master said that I could try getting along with Kamado, then we don’t have to avoid each other,” he said, trying to keep down the bite in his voice.
“Why are you seeking out Tanjiro…?” Giyuu said, a dubious look crossing over his face. Honestly, Sanemi couldn’t blame him.
“I’m not. But he’s always around you like a vulture circling a dead body and the order had to be taken down for me to be near you too, at this point,” Sanemi said, giving Tanjiro a disdainful look.
“You want to see me?” Giyuu asked quietly, a crease in his brow. Was this really Sanemi? Although, he supposed it was, what with the comparison to a vulture. Was he calling Giyuu a dead body-?
“Er… yeah,” Sanemi said awkwardly, averting his eyes only to meet Tanjiro’s angry glare. He glared back.
One of the crows overhead squawked. “You’re supposed to be getting along!” it said, much too loudly.
Sanemi turned his gaze to glare up at the crows before he forced himself to calm down, leveling his rising annoyance. “Shit, okay. Listen, Kamado, I promise to not fight you or whatever and I’m sorry for earlier,” he muttered, hoping he sounded more genuine than he felt.
Tanjiro looked away, unwilling to give in. “You have to apologize to Genya. Otherwise, I can’t accept the apology,” he said, hugging Giyuu.
Giyuu, confused, hugged back. Sanemi ground some of the rocks under his foot, wishing they’d turn to dust.
“It’s not about Genya,” he said through clenched teeth.
“It is!” Tanjiro insisted, peeking over his shoulder to look at him. “You were being horrible to Genya which is why I stepped in, so unless you apologize to him, I’m going to keep going by the Master’s orders!”
Sanemi stared at him, debating if he’d rather screw off Tanjiro’s head or throw him in a shredder because—what the fuck?! Why was he being so goddamn petty?!
“Look, if you don’t want this then go somewhere else and let me talk to Tomioka!” Sanemi all but shouted, running low on patience. Really, he had been tipping over the edge the whole time. “I don’t even want to talk to you, but you keep being in the fucking way!”
Nezuko hid behind Giyuu as Sanemi’s voice raised. Tanjiro let go of Giyuu to hug her instead, turning back to Sanemi as he held her, glaring daggers at the Hashira.
“Stop shouting! And I’m not leaving Giyuu-san. For all we know, you’re gonna be mean to him!” Tanjiro snapped, nudging Giyuu gently with his shoulder. “I don’t want you to be mean!”
Sanemi let out a prolonged sigh, hands closing into fists, his fingernails digging into his palm. “I’m not going to be ‘mean,’ okay? I just want to talk,” he said slowly. He knew damn well that Tanjiro knew that. He could probably smell that he had no bad intentions towards Giyuu. Unless every thought Sanemi was having about Tanjiro right now overpowered that. Fuck did he want to kill that boy.
“Nuh uh!” Tanjiro said, seemingly out of arguments.
Giyuu, torn in two, looked apologetically to Sanemi. “We can talk later… The Kasugai look mad, too,” he noted, glancing up at the crows who were indeed mad.
Sanemi pursed his lips. “Fuck. Fine. Send a crow when you’re alone—and don’t use your own, that bird’ll die at my doorstep,” he said irritably before turning and stalking away.
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