Theme:Â Fluff
-requested !
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For a while now, Sanemi’s had his eyes set on Giyuu. If asked, he wouldn’t have been able to pinpoint a specific time when stirrings began to make their appearances. But did it really matter?
After a couple sessions of ranting about Giyuu and a couple more lectures by Obanai to just ask the fucking man out, he steeled himself to the task, asking his crow for directions and marching towards Giyuu’s estate. As it turned out, fate seemed to have other things in mind.
Tanjiro and Nezuko were at Giyuu’s house that evening, crowding around him and overwhelming him with lively chatter—though it was mostly Tanjiro. As they spoke, a sudden aroma of ohagi and tea hit Tanjiro and he froze, an almost frown threatening to wilt his smile. Sanemi was here, and he was coming. He turned to Nezuko, leaning down to whisper in her ear.
“Nezuko, we have to protect Giyuu-san now, okay? Shinazugawa-san’s coming here and he’s mean—he’s the one who stabbed you, remember?“
Nezuko gave a quick nod, still clinging onto Giyuu’s arm.
Giyuu noticed the new presence a second later and Sanemi’s appearance became visible as he started down the path towards Giyuu’s house and the trio.
“Shinazugawa…? Why is he here?” Giyuu muttered, mostly to himself.
His words brought an instantaneous result and Tanjiro and Nezuko latched onto him, swarming him with distractions. He stumbled slightly at the sudden amount of complete and utter attention, blinking quickly and trying to keep up with their conversations.
Sanemi, who was only a couple yards away now, was scowling. Because of course the Kamado’s were here. Of course. But they annoyed him so much and he really wanted to scream now. But he kept going because no doubt Obanai would berate him if he came back and reported that he hadn’t even tried.
As he gained closer ground, Tanjiro peeked back and glared furiously at him, his usually soft and smile-graced face now contorted in a stupid, petty frown. Honestly, Sanemi wanted to laugh. And run away. Because Hashira or not he understood perfectly well the overprotectiveness siblings could hold and Giyuu and the Kamados were basically family at this point so he was sure this wouldn’t end well.
Nevertheless, he approached Giyuu whose head tilted so adorably in question. As Sanemi went to speak, Nezuko pulled on Giyuu’s haori sleeve, mumbling something unintelligible. Apparently, Giyuu understood because he picked her up, bouncing her gently on his hip. Tanjiro skirted in front of Giyuu, creating some sort of human blockade which seemed to be to stop Sanemi from talking. Irritating, but he would have to make do.
“Hey, uh, Tomioka?” Sanemi started. His words were drowned out by a sudden stream of mostly incoherent sentences that Tanjiro shouted, pushing tons of enthusiasm into, shooting Sanemi another glower before going back to Giyuu.
Sanemi let out a breath and said, louder this time, “Tomioka! Tomioka- Uh, God, can you hear me…?”
Giyuu seemed unable to make sense of anything now as Nezuko joined in, huffing and mumbling, adding to the chaos of sound. Tanjiro turned slightly to Sanemi, just enough so he could see the grin that accompanied his chorus of words.
“Shit- Can you guys just shut the fuck up?!” Sanemi snapped, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Nezuko made a sound equivelant to a gasp and gave Sanemi an accusing look, crossing her arms. Tanjiro, delivering a similar reaction, reached up to cover Nezuko’s ears.
Giyuu frowned. “Don’t swear in front of innocent children, Shinazugawa… It’s not very moral.”
Sanemi scoffed. “Innocent? They’re children of the fucking devil, for god’s sake!”
Tanjiro waved his hand at Sanemi as if he were a fly as Giyuu held Nezuko closer to himself protectively. “No, they’re not…” he mumbled, looking like he wanted to swat at Sanemi himself now.
Nezuko, noticing an opportunity, promptly burst into tears. Giyuu shot Sanemi a look, muttering, “Look what you’ve done!” before he attended to the little girl, whispering soft reassurances and patting her head. He carried her into his house, Tanjiro close at his heels.
Sanemi simply stared for a long moment as the door closed behind them. Then he grumbled, turning and stalking back home.
The next day, he stole some of the Sakura Mochi that Obanai had bought for Mitsuri and went back to Giyuu’s house. He found Tanjiro and Nezuko there yet again, although luckily Giyuu seemed to be out somewhere at the moment. He approached them more cautiously this time. They both stared up at them from their seats on the ground, eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Uh… Here,” he said, holding out the Sakura Mochi he had taken. They promptly refused it. He gritted his teeth, suppressing a string of obscenities. “You can have this… It’s sweet? You’ll like it, I swear.”
They didn’t budge. He let out a frustrated groan.
“Take it!! Oh, gods, just take it!!” he snapped, barely resisting the urge to crush the mochi and throw it at their faces.
Nezuko crossed her arms and turned her face up, eyes closed indignantly. Tanjiro copied her, mimicking the petty pose. They stayed like that no matter how much Sanemi begged for them to just take the fucking mochi until Giyuu appeared, looking slightly worn out (supposedly, he had been training).
“Huh…? Shinazugawa?” he said, uncertainty lacing his tone.
Sanemi instantly changed his expression, giving him the best smile he could muster through all his frustration and turning away from the Kamados. “Heyy… Tomioka… Hey, uh, can we talk? Preferably somewhere priva-” Sanemi started, cutting himself off with a yelp as Nezuko ambushed him, jumping onto his back.
For a moment, Sanemi was very tempted to grab her leg and throw her into the furthest country from here. But as her arms latched onto his shoulder, holding tightly as to not fall, memories stirred in his mind and he got a different idea. He still did hold onto her legs, but instead wrapped them around his waist, hoisting her up so she would stay, and turning back to Giyuu as if he wasn’t just giving a piggy-back ride to the devil of a little girl who had just jumped on him.
“So?… Can we talk?” Sanemi asked, ignoring Giyuu’s half bemused, half amused expression.
On Sanemi’s back, Nezuko appeared confused because she didn’t do anything at first. Then, apparently deciding it wasn’t that bad, leaned onto Sanemi, laughter bubbling in her chest.
Of course, Tanjiro quickly decided this wasn’t a good thing and snatched Nezuko back, hugging her tightly to his chest.
“He doesn’t want to talk, Shinazugawa-san,” he said firmly, as if Giyuu had somehow confirmed this.
Meanwhile, Giyuu was just staring at them with an expression that spoke clearly for itself. He really didn’t know what to do anymore.
“He never said that,” Sanemi argued, glaring at Tanjiro.
“His silence was answer enough!” Tanjiro shot back.
As they bickered back and forth, Giyuu finally spoke up, causing a pause in their conversation.
“Why do you want to talk…? And why do you keep coming to my house?” he asked, frowning. “Are you stalking me?”
Tanjiro looked on the verge of laughter but stopped Sanemi before he could speak, apparently wanting to embarrass him as much as he could. “He wants to ask you out, Giyuu-san.”
Giyuu was only more confused. “Ask me… out? We’re outside now, though.”
Tanjiro shook his head and not for the first time, Sanemi resisted the urge to punch the boy in the face.
“Not literally outside. Shinazugawa-san likes you, I mean. He wants you to be his boyfriend, I think.” Tanjiro crossed his arms, turning to glare at Sanemi before freezing when he saw the obvious flush that was spreading on Giyuu’s face.
“What?” Giyuu asked. Possibly, he was on fire. Just his face.
Tanjiro sighed. “Nevermind… Please ignore everything I said.”
Giyuu, however, did not ignore it. He turned to Sanemi, eyes wide. “You like me? I thought you hated me?”
Sanemi let out a breath, wishing he could crawl into a hole and die—because honestly this was so much worse than he’d imagined. Giyuu deciding he hated him and stabbing him was really a much better result.
“Yeah, well, I don’t. Surprise!” Sanemi said, voice taking a sarcastic at the end. He was so ready to just completely drop the whole notion of dating Giyuu if all these difficulties became normality.
Giyuu opened and closed his mouth several times before he spoke. “You want to date me…?”
“Is that not obvious?”
Considering this, Giyuu said, “Are you sure?”
“What, do you need me to spell it out for you? Yes, I want to date you. Will you just respond or something?? Do you wanna go out or not?” Sanemi asked, a bit too harshly.
“I-” Giyuu started.
Tanjiro cut him off. “I don’t want you dating him.”
Sanemi rolled his eyes. Big surprise there. “Okay? Why?”
“Because you’re mean! And you stabbed Nezuko! If you apologize, then maybe…” Tanjiro said, crossing his arms. It was obvious he expected Sanemi not to apologize.
But at this point, Sanemi felt that if he just left all his effort and suffering would be wasted. So, instead, he caved, bending down to talk to Nezuko who was still in Tanjiro’s arms.
“Uh… Hey, kid,” he said awkwardly. “Sorry…? For hurting you. And breaking your box.”
Nezuko considered this, then nodded approvingly. It didn’t take much to please her, Sanemi guessed with a triumphant glance at Tanjiro who was not very happy.
“You also have to promise to devote your life to Giyuu-san and never make him sad and-” Tanjiro tried, but Giyuu interrupted.
“Tanjiro… That’s too much. He doesn’t have to do anything for me,” Giyuu said.
“But-” Tanjiro protested, only for Giyuu to cut him off again.
“No, Tanjiro, it’s-“
This time, Sanemi butt in, saying, “Yeah, okay, I promise to do my best. Can we get back to the topic??”
Tanjiro sighed. “Fine.”
Satisfied, Sanemi turned back to Giyuu. “So?” he prompted.
“I… Yeah, I want to date…” Giyuu mumbled, averting his eyes.
Tanjiro looked very, very irritated but Nezuko had already moved one, playing with Tanjiro’s haori sleeve.
Sanemi flashed a smile. “Great.”
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HELP I WROTE THIS IN LIKE AN HOUR AND HALF
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