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Akaza and kyojuro in love with the same person. 👀
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Akaza and Kyojuro Headcanon - in love with Reader
The very reason you had gained so much attention from these two specifically is because you're strong. Very strong. Not quite as strong as the two of them, but strong enough to earn their respect
Akaza hates weak people with all of his might, but when he realised just how strong you were he was immediately interested
He would stop at nothing to learn your name, and thankfully, he doesn't kill women or children, so you're safe from him at least
But he goes crazy trying to fight you, trying to make you a better warrior somehow by beating you into the ground and watching you struggle.
So when Rengoku notices that one of the upper 6 have their eye on you, he is immediately overprotective and keeps a close eye on you
He doesn't want to lose you to this demon, and it's the last thing that he would let happen
Rengoku is constantly trying to invite you out or escort you home and to be honest, you find the company very relieving and safe. Kyojuro is looking out for your safety and it makes your heart stop as you finally clock that he cares about you
It's not like it was some kind of secret though, since he wasn't making any effort at all to hide his admiration and adoration for you, being a very outspoken and brave person
He's on his guard when he's with you, knowing that you could easily be swept away if he's not careful
Meanwhile, Akaza watches you from afar
He doesn't even realise just how much this had turned into an obsession until he was in far too deep to dig himself out
He not only respects you and sees you as strong, he also believes that you would make a fine partner and possession.
He knows he has to be rid of Rengoku to get what he wants, and is fully willing to do what it takes to claim you as his own, and over time his hatred and anger towards the pillars increase dramatically
You're stuck between these two fighting eachother for you without even interacting once, wondering what the hell is going on, and knowing deep down that there's not really anything you can do except accept your fate.
Hello! Can I request Kyojuro x Tsuguko!Reader that became a demon? I'm fine with either fluff or super angst.🥲
Ooo okay! I hope this is what you wanted! <3 I was a dramaqueen writing this jsksjjdb it's so dramatic and for what 😭
Warning: blood...
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Kyojuro x Tsuguko!Demon!Reader - Changes
The grief is so overwhelming that you fell it sweltering in your chest, that little ball of pressure that makes it hard to swallow and even harder to breathe. Each breath, in fact, has you feeling more and more suffocated, and the tears that flood your vision irritate your eyes, stinging them and forcing them to shut, causing more to overflow.
Little droplets of your heartbreak catch on your eyelashes, reflecting the light and making stunningly pigmented eyes practically glow in the low moonlight casted across Corps Grove.
Cold wind blows through the grass and against your previously beautiful kimono, which is now decorated in blood. It's so, incredibly difficult to think back on the mission, or what you could've done.
An involuntary sob bubbles up in your chest, and then dies in your throat. Everything is lost.
The headache brought on from crying yourself into dehydration moves to the front of your head, accompanied by that familiar pressure inside of your sinuses as your head tilts down, and you let yourself freely cry.
Rengoku looks scared, upset, worried, and just about any other negative emotion in the book. Why is his beloved not letting him close? Why can't he embrace you?
"My love, what's gotten you so stricken with grief?!"
If only he knew.
"My love--"
"-Don't. ...please. Just- I failed. I failed the damn mission! I-..."
What? He doesn't care, he's failed missions in the past, so why are you reacting this way when the problem can be so easily fixed, he thinks.
"Kyojuro!-"
You wail his name, and his chest physically hurts at the sound. You sound so pained, like everything has been lost, like you've been wounded so deeply, you could never truly heal. Panic starts to set in. He wants to run to you, is fighting every urge not to scoop you into his arms and envelop you, keep you safe from the world. But you won't let him.
You absolutely will not let him get closer.
"I'm a- I-... Kyo- I died-"
Oh.
Oh. He knows what's going on.
He knows it now, and there's a sinking feeling in his stomach and he just looks at you, eyes wide in shock. In horror.
The silence is interrupted by a whistle of the wind, fiery hair being caught in the gust and almost reaching for you. He feels ill. Sick.
Please say something, he thinks now. Is he dreaming? Is this some kind of sick joke?!
"I was-... I-…"
It's almost impossible to speak when your chest spasms with shallow breaths, and your head swims with blooming anxiety over what you could've done, and how you've ruined everything with just a little mistake.
Your gut is filled with sorrow and regret, and in your head you tell yourself that it's not fair, that it really was just a little mistake, but it's far too late now, and you can't undo what has already been done.
"I'm not- I'm- n-not human anymore!-... I don't even know why I'm alive!"
That's when Kyojuro's heart sinks. He scrambles to reason with you though, and his attempts have you smiling through tears, as much as your face hurts and your skin feels tight from the salt dried on your cheeks.
"We have Nezuko! We can have you too! I will absolutely not let you go! My love, we can get past this... Please let me come to you- this changes nothing!"
It's like your heart shatters the moment you hear your beloved Rengoku's voice waver in his pleading. He's always so sure of himself. He's so strong and brave, braver than you could ever hope to be even if you wished upon a falling star. But that's why you fell in love with him. Even in this moment, when everything is up in the air, he's still certain that he loves you.
Your resolve wavers, and for the first time since you've gotten back from your mission, you let him hold you.
He's got you wrapped tightly in his arms in seconds, and even through the physical pain, and emotional torment, he still feels so warm and comforting. You're finally safe. Everything is alright.
○ ≡ 氷 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄
○ ≡ 煉 𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔
it was 9 o’clock sharp, eastern standard time. the bus was said to stop in about fifteen minutes from now. you wrapped your coat around you as you found a place to settle down for the time being. the bus stop was the only way you could get here and there as fast as you could—without the benefit of walking all the way to your destination.
of course, the bus never arrived this late before so you were concerned about the time of its arrival. it was very cold outside, so cold that parts of the bench you were sitting on were starting to freeze into place. you should’ve worn more clothing if you knew it was going to be this cold outside.
you mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that it would be hotter this afternoon. you—then again—mentally scolded yourself for being naive thinking that the office would be much warmer than it was outside. however, the heater was frozen because of the extreme temperature drop and the whole building felt like a popsicle straight out of the freezer.
although a delectable treat, it came with a negative side also. you could hear nearby cars zooming past you, almost mocking you for being outside of your home for that late. at this point, you were thinking about dissing the bus stop and walking all the way home. but, why in the world would you do that? that would be a death wish and you knew better. so, worse than intended, you decided to sit down on the part of the bench that didn’t succumb to the freezing outside temperature.
sitting on the bench was rather calming, but cold. you could take off your jacket and put it underneath you in order for the bench to appear warmer, but that would be just sacrificing your only source of warmth for something so stupid. if you would’ve just checked the temperature schedule before leaving your apartment, you would’ve decided to bundle up to the point where you wouldn’t be affected even by the cold air.
you mentally sighed to yourself as you slumped back against the bench, taking in its immense freeze and making it your own. it felt as if you were dying—even though your body was fully warm—and reaching the gates of heaven just to be pulled back down to planet earth. your breath was visible to the naked eye, creating puffs of coldness into the air as if you were smoking a cigarette.
you heard a shifting noise as you were snapped out of your daydream. you saw a man with yellow hair; though hard to make out underneath his hood he seemed to have red colored tips that complemented his already flame-like hair.
he turned towards you and grinned, his face was painted red (because of the cold), but he still put on a smile in order to greet you. “such manners.” you spoke to yourself underneath your coat collar.
“it’s cold, isn’t it?” he questioned playfully, taking off his gloves and handing them to you. “you look like you’re near death! please, take these.” you pushed back his hand that held the gloves as you said, “i really shouldn’t, the bus is almost here. i hope that it will be warm.”
“nonsense!” he exclaimed, as he took your hand into his. “you must wear these in order to increase your body temperature. by the look on your face, you look half frozen.” you gave into his presidential speech as you decided to put on the gloves he lended you.
“aren’t you going to be cold also?” you questioned. the man let out a low, bustling chuckle. “my dear, for i am the flame hashira. there is no need for me to succumb to this planet’s freezing temperature.” your face started to get hot at the pet name. nobody has ever called you that except your relatives—specifically your mother and your grandmother.
“i . . . i see.” you said, hastily putting on the gloves to save your own skin from catching frostbite. “w-well, you sure act like a flame hashira, mr . . .” you paused. you didn’t know his name, therefore you couldn’t say it after that remark you just made. “kyojuro,” he said. “call me kyojuro for the time being. until we meet again.” he blew onto his hands in order for them to warm up as he wrapped a flame colored scarf around his neck. he walked off into the dead of night, while leaving you perplexed and wondering what had just happened.
you thought that this was all a dream and that if you just woke up you would be in reality again. but no, in fact, this was the reality you were in. you just didn’t want to believe it.
you felt a piece of paper being ruffled against your palm where your hand was halfway in the glove the man lended to you—now known as kyojuro. the sneaky bastard had just lended you his telephone number and disappeared without a trace. unless, you could track his footsteps imprinted in the snow in order to find him.
you chuckled at that idea as you sunk back into the coldness of the bench, gently tucking the piece of written paper back into the glove. you smiled as the bus stop reached his destination, just in the nick of time.