☼✩ SHINAZUGAWA S. ≫ HOME

Written by -CHEWIE-

⌒➴。NOTES:

• Requested by @phoeveuwu
• Shinazugawa Sanemi X Reader
• Female reader
• Fluff
• Minor manga spoilers
• 3rd POV

—Involves the use of alcohol; the drinking age in Japan is 20 years of age so people present who aren't of that age are just not drinking. There's also a lot of cursing.

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"Waa! Drinks for everyone, it's all on me!" The sound hashira's voice was booming throughout the bar, following a very loud laugh and cheering from his intoxicated coworkers.

"My! Do you even have enough money, Uzui?" A sweet voice piped up once the clamoring had died down, an empty smile on her face.

"Obviously I do, Kocho darling you doubt me too much!" The large man had insisted, his smile turning into a playful scowl as he slapped her on the back.

She let off a small "Oof," before giving up.

Another sweet voice had been heard, "Speaking of darling, where is (Y/N)? I was so sure she'd be here, she was so excited about this get together too," She put a finger to her chin in some kind of ponder.

"What the fuck do you mean (Y/N) isn't here? Speak the fuck up Kanroji!" A much rougher voice interrupted the atmosphere, the Wind Hashira wore a viscous scowl across his face. His aggression seemed to have risen with the amount of alcohol in his body.

"I saw her when we got here, but I don't think I've seen her since," The water hashira, Giyuu had commented, making Sanemi's blood boil even more.

"The fuck you watching (Y/N) for? She can take care of herself just damn fine without your fucking help, you're useless be your damn self anyways!" His body looked as if he was on fire, the unnecessary aggression only seemed to rise more and more.

With a click of his tongue, Sanemi sat back down and continued to sip the beverage that he had as the ruckus continued around him. (Y/N) was the only person in the entire Demon Slayer Corps, maybe the population of humanity itself he trusted. She was a beauty no doubt, but that wasn't what captured the hothead's eyes. It might've been her soft voice or the way her hands would run through his hair, but he couldn't seem to get enough of the girl. The only thing that got in the way of him embracing those feelings was his wall of pride, and his past experiences with other people. He couldn't rely on anybody, he refused to rely on (Y/N) too, but he promised to enjoy her company as long as he could. Until God took her away from him. An entire hour passed, and things began to get quieter. And a certain man's fuse only became shorter and shorter.

Chatter was around the table, but one particular sentence sent him ablaze, "Hey, you don't think some nasty people got a hold of (Y/N), right? That would be really bad," A snap could almost be heard from the way Sanemi's fist almost crushed the lip of the low table they sat at.

"Keep her name of your filthy fucking mouths! Who do you guys think you are, talking about her like she's some kind of object?!" He didn't stand up, but he slammed his hand on to the table, voice booming throughout the entire place. The fact that Giyuu piped up next didn't calm his intense rage.

"Nobody said she was an object, we just hoped she didn't have a bad run in with anybody." He said, brows furrowed at the aggression that was directed towards him.

A smirk contorted on to Sanemi's face, his cheeks glowing with red. "You seem real confident today, Tomioka. Are you trying to start something?" His words were slurred, but not too much it wasn't able to understand.

Giyuu's patience and tolerance was running short, but he managed to control his anger, "Nobody wants to fight you, small dogs shouldn't yap so loud."

That last comment completely changed the table, literally. Giyuu's face was smashed into the wooden low table by Sanemi, leaving the table's center in bits and pieces. Everyone around them were dead silent, nobody even bothered lifting a finger to say anything.

"The fuck did you say? Say it again, I dare you," Sanemi's ego was through the sky.

Giyuu raised himself from where his face was busted into the table, a trail of blood coming out of his nose. He stood up, positioning himself on his shaky legs.

"I said," He started, "Small dogs shouldn't yap so loud."

From a logical standpoint, Giyuu's comment didn't make any sense. Sanemi was one of the tallest people in the room, taller than Giyuu. However, both of these men were emotional and intoxicated as shit. So the things they say don't make sense, and they don't have to. Sanemi's fist was thrown into the air, but it didn't even reach the man he wanted to hit. Giyuu took the opportunity to strike the hothead right in the stomach, making him stagger backwards while his insides began to tremble. A drunken crowd around them cheered and egged the two on.

"What the hell is going on?" A feminine voice sounded throughout the room, both men ignored it. The light chatter that filled the room seemed to outrule her voice.

Uzui tensed up, "Oh, (Y/N) where have you been-"

"Shut your trap," Her voice was harsh, which was something rare.

Sanemi stood up quick, his stun pushed aside as he made way to tackle Giyuu entirely. His blood boiled with rage, but his entire body seemed to be stopped midair as soon as a certain girl came into view. He tripped over himself entirely, his nose at (Y/N)'s feet.

"(Y/N)!" Giyuu exclaimed, Sanemi was left completely speechless as he peered up at her form.

She put her hands on her hips while turning towards the ravenette with fierce ice behind her gaze, "You out of all people, were the least person I'd expect to act so childish. Last time I checked you weren't a hormonal teenager, please act your age," Her voice was chilling.

All of the chatter among the restaurant ceased completely, all eyes were on the trio. (Y/N)'s gaze then drifted to the man that laid at the bottom of her feet, Sanemi sat upwards while his face was flushed with embarrassment. He embarrassed himself in front of a whole crowd of people, not to mention he embarrassed himself in front of her. Sanemi did nothing but admire (Y/N), you could almost hear his pride swan diving off a cliff. She did nothing but gaze softly at the poor man and headed outside.

"Someone clean this shit up," Her chilling voice froze the room up before she officially exited.

The sound of the front door slamming made everyone flinch, before most of the bystanders started continuing as they usually did. The waitresses had helped the hashira's cleaned, while Sanemi remained in the same position on the floor. Should he try to defend himself, or should he let it be? He's drunk, so that's a reasonable excuse, right? The snow haired man managed on his feet, running outside with adrenaline coursing through his body while he was completely driven by impulse. And it all pulled to her. (Y/N). The only name that was going through his head, her figure was visible as it walked into the street.

"(Y/N)!" He yelled, but what was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to 'redeem himself' in front of the person he admired the most?

She let out a small hum, signalling that he had her attention. "Can we talk (Y/N)? Please," Sanemi's voice was higher than normal, as if it was cracked and hoarse.

Why was he so stressed in the first place? His head began to pound as his stomach twisted at all the sudden movement. The contents of his stomach spilled onto the street, soft grunts came from him as he vomited his lunch. He spent the next few moments hung over his knees, panting like hell. (Y/N) had put a hand on his back.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry if I seemed a little scary back there, I lost my cool," As soon as their gazes had met, the same warm feeling flooded inside the hot head's chest. His eyes felt glossy.

"Beautiful," He muttered, reaching out to touch the girl's cheek, "You're so beautiful."

It might've been that alcohol still flowing within his veins, but he'll never forget the feeling he felt with her that night, that nostalgic feeling he hasn't felt since his family died. The feeling of home.

The rest of that night was a blur, but (Y/N) had spent the next day at the Butterfly Estate, laughing at all the hashira's who were cursed with nasty hangover's. Shinobu almost joined in on the fun, making fun of Giyuu for getting in a fight despite him hardly remembering it.

"I got in a fight?" Giyuu said, pointing to himself in disbelief.

"Yes, and (Y/N) had to tame the Shinazugawa beast and save you, she's the reason you don't have a broken nose you know," Shinobu said matter of factly.

"Why are you saying that as if I'm some fantasy heroine? All I did was shit talk to him and lure Sanemi outside," (Y/N) stated, her cheeks beginning to heat up at the mention of the occasion.

"Yeah, and what happened after that?" Shinobu asked, innocently teasing her.

"Nothing!"

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Written by -CHEWIE-

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