The Awkwardness of AfterThoughts || Kamado Tanjiro x Reader

A Few Days After

Too deep in thought, she didn't notice the checkered haori boy look back at her with tinted cheeks.

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(Y/N) walked into Mitsuri's training room. Seeing as the hashira was having one-on-one training with mid-ranked demon slayers, she became immediately interested. She has heard of Mitsuri's extreme strength, surprising due to such a petite stature. Getting a few tips and tricks would help aid in the battle coming up. (Y/N) didn't want anyone risking their life for her anymore.

"Hashira Mitsuri?" (Y/N) said as she walked into the building and bowed her head, "I would like some training with you."

The Love Hashira smiled, leaving the group she was training to walk towards (Y/N), "Ah, yes, of course! What is your name?" Mitsuri asked, giving her a curious smile.

"(L/N) (Y/N). Rank: Kanoto. It is an honor to be trained by you." She replied, dipping her head in respect to the Pillar.

"It is great to meet you, please come and join us!" Mitsuri giggled as she unprofessionally grabbed (Y/N)'s hand like a teenage girl, leading her to the middle of the room that was floored with soft padding where the other slayers were training.

The training was tough and she wished Tanjiro least warned her a bit. (Y/N) expected a few stretches, maybe even some yoga. Though, she blames herself for underestimating the pink-haired woman. She endured being folded in half, her limbs stretched to their limit, and even her breath was stretched to the point she almost passed out. And while this, Mitsuri watched with a grin, pushing (Y/N) even more when it was clear she was at her limit.

The day was finally over, (Y/N)'s lungs and body were so sore, it felt like she couldn't move a muscle. And it seemed like everyone else felt the same, so, Mitsuri suggested the training group go to the hot spring just next door.

"The warm water will help with soreness!" The hashira proclaimed with a matter-of-factly smile.

Thinking for a moment, (Y/N) followed the Hashira's advice. A relaxing bath before dinner would be nice.

Sliding into the hot spring nude, (Y/N) gave a soft sigh. She can't remember the last time she had been in a hot spring. Not since that one mission with Tanj- there she goes again. Thinking of him. (Y/N) internally cursed herself as she sunk deeper into the herb-scented water, noting the other girls who giggled into each other's ears and conversing. Glancing over the spring, her eyes soon met Mitsuri's. Giant green eyes stared creepily into (Y/N)'s. She gave an eyebrow raise to the higher-up as if to say 'May I help you?'

Mitsuri slid closer to (Y/N), a visible smile drawn across her cherry lips. "You like someone, don't you?"

(Y/N)'s usually nonchalant nature immediately went out the window from the question. Her eyes widened and her cheeks accidentally gave a light pink hue as Mitsuri's face leaned closer in anticipation from the reaction.

"Are you sure this is a professional conversation?" (Y/N) asked as she cursed herself again. Why did her mind subconsciously answer? 'Tanjiro.. you like Tanjiro..' As if she knows the guy! And even then, (Y/N) has no time for such matters. Hell, she could die tomorrow!

Almost as if the universe was against (Y/N), Tanjiro's voice boomed from the other side of the wall, containing the male slayers' hot spring.

"Inosuke, let go of Zenitsu!" Tanjiro said with a bit of strain, followed by Zenitsu practically screaming so loud, (Y/N) thought that he was bound to lose his voice. She couldn't help but cringe a little. But of course, her body goes against her mind and her blush just deepened. So stupid!

Mitsuri giggled, "I am the Love Hashira, this is practically my alley."

Who does this woman think she is?!