- Y/n Tsugikuni -

Chapter 10 - Man in Disguise -

Suddenly, the front door slammed open. Shinobu stepped out with firm glowing in her eyes like the rising sun.

“Y/N!” she shouted, clutching a clipboard so hard the wood nearly snapped. “You left your recovery bed AGAIN?!”

“I had to,” he groaned from the dirt. “He was kidnapping your intern and my gremlin.”

“Who are you calling gremlin?” Silvy squinted at him.

Shinobu stood over him with a long, heavy sigh. “You’re hopeless,” she muttered, brushing dust off his sleeve. “Don’t think I won’t double your blood tests for this.”

“NO, ANYTHING BUT THAT.”

“Tsugi-san!” Aoi still cried, still dangling over Tengen’s shoulder. “Please do something!”

“I’m... I'm horizontal right now, Aoi… give me a second.”

That and Zenitsu screaming about three wives, Inosuke declaring he’d kill the demon with his nose alone.

“I don’t care anymore,” Y/n whispered from the ground. “Just take me wherever.”

Later That Evening – Tengen’s Hideout, Near the Entertainment District

The squad finally arrived in town.

The streets buzzed with life—people laughing, lanterns glowing, the scent of dumplings filling the air. It was almost enough to distract from the real mission: find Tengen’s wives, gather intel on the demon, and try not to die.

“We’re going undercover,” Tengen explained. “Plain. Boring. No flash. I hate it.”

“You live in sequins,” Y/n mumbled, nursing a warm tea.

“Yeah, and you’re dressed like a zombie. So I guess we’re both suffering.”

Tengen eyed the group, then clapped his hands. “Alright! You three!”—he pointed at Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke—“are going to infiltrate the most suspicious brothels disguised as girls.”

“W-what!?” Zenitsu shrieked.

Inosuke was already stuffing his head into a wig.

Meanwhile, Y/n’s cup paused mid-sip. “Wait. What about me?”

“You,” Tengen grinned, “are my wife. We go in as a couple.”

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Y/n blinked once. “I take back every decision that led me to this moment.”

Moments Later...

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke looked like cursed dolls. The makeup was uneven, the wigs were askew, and one of Inosuke’s fake eyelashes was sliding down his chin.

But Y/n?

He looked stunning—long black and emerald hair extensions, golden earrings, and a graceful red kimono patterned in fire. His face resembled an anime character, elegant yet sharp, with tired eyes that somehow still glowed. Tengen beside him looked like a proud peacock with an arm around “his wife.”

Everyone stared. Civilians whispered.

“Who… is that?” a woman blushed.

“Is that… Tsugi-san?” Tanjiro’s jaw dropped.

Zenitsu fainted mid-walk.

Inosuke grunted. “Who’s this random woman? Where’s the dude?”

Y/n seems to be twitching. like a fnaf character or something.