Take a Slice || Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Kyojuro Rengoku
warnings:mentions of injuries, mentions of blood
word count: 541 words
summary:you finally show them what you’re made of.
author’s note: ok I personally think stone breathing is underrated, give some love to stone breath users <33 *cough* gyomei*cough*
“Sitting pretty in the prime of life, I’m so tasty and the price is right.”take a slice, glass animals
Tanjiro Kamado
You’ve always seemed so passive to him, your scent pleasant and calm. Your behaviors are steady and meticulous, always practicing with your bendable sword in the training grounds of the butterfly mansion
He finally sees you act without mercy on a mission together, he’s always been curious on why your sword was so pliable, and what breath style you used that required you to bend in ways he never could
When he sees you jump up and twist your body, sword following you it clicks when you mutter, “Love Breathing, Third form: Catlove Shower”
When your blade connects with the putrid flesh of the demon Tanjiro doesn’t notice he’s left himself open to attack. He pulls himself out of the thoughts that tell him you look so pretty in the moonlight and focuses on protecting himself and Nezuko
After the battle he’s exhausted, but now teeming with curiosity and intrigue. While you tend to small cuts on Tanjiro you explain and he soaks it all in.
Some details may be fuzzy because of how your fingers touch his skin, assessing his injuries.
Zenitsu Agatsuma
Nervous to approach, hesitant to talk. You look so intimidating Zenitsu can’t help it, and when you carry that spiked flail and chain weapon on your hip with ease, he can’t help but shrink down, hoping you don’t notice him.
Just his luck when you two are attacked by a random demon on the way back from a mission.
Zenitsu is frozen, in the direct path of the demon’s attack. As you push him aside and shove him to the ground he hears the chains rattle and groups of muscle in your arms tense as you fight back.
“Stone Breathing, First Form: Serpentinite Bipolar” Oh. That’s what breath style you use. Zenitsu plays dead, and as soon as it starts, it ends. The chains rattle again into their holster, hanging off your hip and making a quiet clink clink clinksound.
You offer him a hand to help him back up and Zenitsu swears the blooming sunrise makes you look radiant. You sigh when he’s just staring at you.
He ignores the ache in his shoulder when you pull him back up, the warmth of your palm unforgettable.
Kyojuro Rengoku
There hasn’t been a thunder hashira for a long while, and Rengoku is intrigued when you show up at the following semiannual hashira meeting, making your introduction to the rest of the hashira.
A friendship blooms, and soon you two are scouting for information on the 12 demon moons.
Two lower moons appear, eager to collect the heads of two hashiras. Rengoku readies an attack and before he knows it you disappear from his side, a crackle of static where you were.
As you call out “Thunder breathing, Sixth Form: Rumble and Flash” he sees both of the demons heads fall like raindrops. You stand over them, silent and with your sword still drawn, flicking the blood off before putting it back into the sheath.
Rengoku heard the thunder loud and clear, he brightens. Asking you where you trained and how you developed those moves. You approach him and answer your questions, raising your voice so he can hear
And just like that he’s drawn in, intrigued, in a different way.
