Random Kny One Shots [Requests Closed] I couldn’t save you | {InoAoi}

Theme: Fluffy angst

Tags: @Missamericana___ <3

Note: The 69th post on this was InoAoi.. 💀 LMAO— 

argh idk i forget what i promised but the order in which I’ve been doing my requests has become so fucked up idk anymore

Aoi smiled, taking the bouquet of acorns and leaves Inosuke had given her. “Thank you,” she murmured. 

Inosuke proudly pointed to it and said, “I looked for the best acorns!”

She laughed. “They’re lovely!”

He nodded to himself. “Mhm!”

Aoi placed them in a vase nearby—no doubt it wasn’t the best decoration but it touched her heart to have recieved them from the boar-masked boy. He seemed almost attached to her to the point that he would be a little more reckless as he fought just so he would have to go back to Aoi so she would heal him. 

Of course, she loved that he really wanted to see her but she wished, honestly, that he would try to be more careful at least.

Inosuke looked at the vase curiously. “Is that a potion cup?” he asked. 

Aoi raised an eyebrow. “No, it’s a vase people put bouquet’s of flowers in. But yours is a bouquet of acorns rather than roses. I put it there regardless, though,” she explained.

“Re-garden?” he said, staring at her and the acorns then back again. “Are you… going to grow acorn trees?”

She shook her head. “No, no, nevermind,” she said, her tone amused. He was quite clueless. It was adorable.

“Okay!” he decided. He turned and saw Sumi walking towards them with a tray of food. 

The little girl gave it to Inosuke. Aoi nodded in thanks and Sumi skipped out of the room.

Inosuke immediately dove into the food, lifting his boar mask and shoveling rice into his mouth. 

Aoi rolled her eyes, but she admired his face as it was displayed. She rarely saw it, given that Inosuke prefered to wear the mask, but when she did see it she found it beautiful. More so precious since it was usually hidden.

Inosuke finished rather quickly and noticed her staring at him. “Mph?” he asked, speaking through mouthfuls of tempura. 

Aoi tore her gaze from his eyes and said, calmly, “Don’t speak with your mouth full.” 

He huffed but complied, chewing and swallowing the food before repeating himself. “What?”

“Hm?”

“Why were you looking at me like that?”

Aoi waved it off. “Uhm, I was just curious as to why you never show your face when it must be the most beautiful one in the world,” she said, slowly. She flushed, realizing how forward she’d been and picked up the tray in her haste to cover up. “I’ll, uh, put this away now.”

Inosuke nodded and plopped down onto the bed. Her words rang in his mind as she left and he reached up to pull down his mask. “I was curious why you never show your face when it must be the most beautiful one in the world”

His hand paused in midair and he let it fall to his lap. His mask fell back onto the bed and he only stared at the wall. His face was pretty?

~~~

“I heard Inosuke’s been wearing his mask a lot less, and once a demon got surprised of his face and it was so caught off guard that he was easily killed,” one of the Kakushi said.

Kiyo, Sumi, and Naho all burst into laughter and Aoi smiled. 

Inosuke was wearing his mask less now, huh? Interesting, she thought. 

~~~

There was a knocking at the door. Aoi opened the door and gasped. The Kakushi carried several demon slayers, injured beyond compare.

She let them in quickly, her heart racing. She thought she recognized some of them.

After they’d been placed on beds, she saw them over. The first three, all bleeding profusely, she didn’t recognise. They looked like their wounds weren’t necessarily fatal but they might die from bloodloss. 

She had the Kakushi help her wrap them in bandages before they got to the actual operation. They’d have to do it like this if they wanted to get through all of the people.

The next two had lighter injuries, but a lot of scratches and thin wounds across their bodies. Again, Aoi didn’t know them.

The next three she knew, though. One was Tanjiro, his injuries looked bad, but not fatal. Zenitsu, probably inner injuries, not easily seen. Broken bones, most likely. And the last. Oh, the last one. Inosuke. 

He looked as if he’d gone and walked straight through a war and everyone had aimed towards him. Aoi’s breath hitched in her throat and she quickly got to bandaging him. She would do him first. He was worst of all.

~~~

Aoi worked quickly and fervently, her mind racing. She almost skipped a step on one of the other Demon Slayer’s in all her worry of Inosuke. She knew that he had just barely missed an immediate fatal blow, as the hit had somehow missed his heart though it’d gone into his chest. But besides that, he might die even though the original blow hadn’t been the killing one. 

He wasn’t responding to the medicine and his wounds, though not yet fatal, were deep and horrible. Aoi shook at the thought of it and pressed a bit harder than she should’ve on Zenitsu’s  bandages. 

Inosuke looked pale and sickly, mostly from blood loss. Aoi averted her eyes and scooted to Tanjiro next, dreading the time when she would have to check the boar-masked boy whom she’d fallen for.

She didn’t want to see how bad his injuries were. She’d only glanced at them and known they were bad, but she’d had Shinobu do Inosuke. But now Shinobu was on a mission and Kanao was training and Aoi had to tend to all of them. She could barely make herself move for the fear that ran deep through her bones stilled her.

And then he was there in front of her, pale, tired, bruised and broken. He looked horrible. And now… Now Aoi couldn’t admire his face when it was so unrecognizable, so bloody, swelling. His breathing was ragged and harsh and Aoi tried massaging water down his throat. He could barely swallow it. 

~~~

Shinobu stood in front of Aoi, worry pushing her features around in ways Aoi wished she would never have to see again. She’d seen a worse version of this before. After… after Kanae…

She shook her head. No, no, nobody had died. She wouldn’t let herself think it. She was overthinking things.

“Yes?” she said. Her voice came out shaky and meek. She tried again. “Yes?”

Shinobu placed a hand on Aoi’s shoulder and said, softly, “Someone had died, Aoi. One of the Demon Slayers that came in. The group of them? Most are on their way of healing but… one of them died. This morning, when you were making the food for them, one of them… he didn’t make it.”

Aoi’s heart dropped. “What?” It was a he. He. Most of them were boys, save for one. But Inosuke also was a ‘he.’ There was… a strong chance it was him. He had been the most wounded.

“The… Hashibira. Inosuke.” Shinobu looked away. “I know you liked him. I’m sorry.” 

Aoi felt tears welling up in her eyes and she blinked quickly, trying to make sense of it. Her body seemed to understand before her mind because it trembled. She looked at Shinobu’s worried expression and she heard, faintly, crying from the room the Demon Slayers had been held. He was dead. Inosuke had died.

“No…” Aoi whispered. “He was… How..?”

Shinobu bit her lip, unsure if she should answer. “The medicine didn’t get to him fast enough. I’m sorry, Aoi,” she repeated. She left her, then, perhaps so she could mourn silently by herself, without the pitying eyes of a Hashira.

Aoi sank to the ground. She’d failed. She’d failed to save Inosuke. He was dead. And she hadn’t been able to do anything

{Word count: 1311}

Ermm the wheel picked this </3:
Fluffy angst, Deathly wounds

this was kinda sad ;m;

also rushed, and sorry if you noticed that, but my dad said no more screen so I was hurrying to post today T-T………………………….