I am obsessed with the idea of Kyojuro falling for someone completely different than him, kinda like in uninterested but in my mind they actually have arguments (nothing major obv) and at first he doesn’t have any interest in pushing it to be friends. Then suddenly everything he believes in (that love is supposed to be easy, always sweet, never complicated, recognizable) is shattered as he understands that love can in fact be complicated, difficult, not perfect, and that’s okay. Idk if you like the idea but I just wanted to share!
a/n: honestly opposites-attracting, but only after turmoil is such a good trope but so overlooked imo- since i dont consider it enemies-lovers (theyre clearly distinctly different asldkfjasdf). also why is it hard to write like a passive-slightly aggressive rengoku? (it shouldn’t be considering when he first met tanjiro his mind was literally ‘execute child’ LMFAO)
also, slight warning bc sanemi and you get into a fist fight lol (very confrontational y/n)
additionally: im not very happy with the outcome of this, and on top of that it’s pretty short but hNNG i couldn’t just keep this in my draft so im releasing it into the wild and ruNNING away
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kyojuru is a certified optimist with the skills to back up his optimism
so when you entered his life with a polar opposite attitude, he tried thinking nothing of it
but your constant need to tell him that his optimism is suffocating or stiffling or even 'unrealistic’ really grinded on his gears and even he has a limit
Yay! So I’d like to request something with Kyojuro and reader both being the corps but never really friends cause she’s a lil grumpy and a loner BUT one day she casually hears it’s Senjuros birthday and Kyo is complaining cause can’t be home bc he has a mission so she (having already met him on like one quick occasion) decides to visit the estate and cooks him something/brings a gift and then Kyojuro actually manages to come home early and catches her so it’s the first time they actually get closer to each other and talk a lil? Sorry if it’s long! Thank you!
unInterested
r.kyojuro/reader
genre: fluff, potential love blooming~
warning(s): kyojuro obviously expressing interest, kyojuro accidentally flirting and not even realizing it, y/n is bad with expressions, kanroji is precious, senjuro is precious, tanjiro and the gang visit senjuro bc he deserves buddies, y/n kicks inosuke into the yard approx. twice
w.count: 4.3k
synopsis: not being a very peopley-person, you still got approached by fellow demon slayers and none make quite the same effort as the flame hashira to get close to you. although, when you overhear he may not be able to make it home for his younger brother’s birthday, you decide you wont let the younger boy spend it alone
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a/n: anon im gonna eat your brain also senjuro is baby and i will protect him with my life. (i think i actually got a little carried away ;;)
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The first time Rengoku met you, he couldn’t really call it a meeting.
He had been on his way to a small village next to a lake that villagers had sworn up and down had become cursed in recent months; what with the sudden disappearances that started when a woman had supposedly drowned. The first step was to investigate and possibly take leadership of whatever demon slayer had already been dispatched to the location. Though, when he arrived, it was the early moments of dawn and there you were, standing on the end of a fishing dock surrounded by lake water.
Your nichirin sword had been lowered to your side and the morning breeze filtered through the air and the air itself was simply serene. There was nothing indicating that a demon was present or had fled, though the scrapped remains of cloth under your feet said otherwise.
“Excuse me!” He called, running towards you in gentle, smooth paces. You turned your head over your shoulder, only taking a small step back to twist further when he came to stand before you. Your face was neutral and it reminded him much of Tomioka and Tokito’s muted expressions. You looked at him as he smiled back at you- much as he does to everyone. “Were you the one dispatched to investigate the demon in this village?”
At first, you said nothing. You looked down at your blade, sweeping it gracefully in front of your chest before sheathing neatly onto its place at your hip. Still not offering him a verbal answer, you took a step back, knelt to the ground, and picked up the scrap of cloth before holding it into a ray of the morning sun that began to peek over the treetops. Spring had just begun so the air was still chilled in the dusks and dawns and you could see your breath cloud at your chin in the sunrays.
Rengoku noticed that wrapped in the thin cloth was a discolored hand, the color of mud; disjointed and veiny like the limb of a devil. In the sunlight, the already crumbling hand set ablaze and disappeared into a huff of morning soot in the wind, burning the remaining cloth along with it.
Dropping your hand back down to your side. You turned on your heel and walked right past his shoulder.
“Does that answer your question?” You ask him before proceeding onto your next mission. He watched your back as you leisurely left. His initial opinion of you was… blurryto put it into uncertain terms.
