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Things were becoming tense around the house lately, you being at the center of it. Not that anyone was really surprised. Since three months ago when your ‘friend’ walked in on a sight most sinful, he hadn’t said a single word to you. He stopped offering you lunch and tea. When he passed you in the hall he stared at the floor. Even when you tried to talk to him, he was short, direct, and gone before you could bring anything else up. It hurt your feelings at first, but over time you realized that maybe the reason he refused to interact with you was because he wanted something from you. Once he found out he couldn’t have it.
You pushed it to the back of your mind and continued on with work, counting the days until Sanemi returned. It was in the middle of fall, your favorite season really, warm in the sun and cool in the shade. You were bringing a decent harvest to the kitchen when you overheard the cooks squabbling. They needed someone to go with one of them to buy some things in the nearby town, but two of the three had to stay and do prep as for tonight’s dinner.
When all three laid eyes on you, you agreed to go without hesitation, taking any chance given to get some space from the house. It was a brief walk before you both were in town. It wasn’t too busy, but there were a few people wandering the streets like you. You both split the list and money accordingly and set to work. Your grandparents taught you the skills of ‘haggling’ with shop keeps to get the best deals.
A few hours later you both met back up and took inventory of your shopping, celebrating the little bit of money that was left over. You split the change and decided to buy yourselves something before returning for the night. You were looking at seeds to plant, maybe start stocking up before spring so-
“Excuse me!” You stood up and glanced around. Was someone talking to you?
“Excuse me, miss!” A few booths down an older woman was waving you over to her booth, when you pointed at yourself, she nodded, “Yes yes! I have some very interesting things for sale~” She cooed, beckoning you over.
You figured it wouldn’t hurt and approached her. Her table had an array of many different things you don’t think you’d ever seen before.
“A young beautiful woman such as yourself must have men crawling to court you, yes~?” She was shoving something in your face before you could respond, “If there’s a man in your life that you want, just brew this like any other tea and it’s sure to make for a long pleasurable night!” She cackled.
You felt your face flush and realized what she was trying to sell you. As much as you were embarrassed, you were curious as to what ‘components’ were in the little satchels of tea leaves. You quickly bought some of the tea and scurried off to meet back up with the cook. She asked what you bought and you told her just some seeds for next spring’s harvest.
The walk home was filled with small talk to fill the time. Upon arrival you both stopped, Sanemi was leaning against the opening of the gates, staring you both down. Your friend whispered a small ‘I’ll see you later’ and sped past him. His eyes didn’t even acknowledge her, instead looking into yours. You couldn’t help smiling at him. He wasn’t even injured this time, no, he simply ‘requested’ some time off to ‘recover mentally’.
By that he just wanted to be attached to you for a few days so he didn’t have to think about fighting. For once he didn’t want to constantly be on the offense, he wanted to exhale all the tension and inhale you. Your sly smile when you saw him was enough to make his adrenaline pump. You were both absolutely enamored with each other and the desire was palpable. As you walked through the gate, you stopped directly in front of him and bowed.
“It’s good to see you again, Shinazugawa-sama.” You were being coy, looking up at him and fluttering your eyelashes.
He shouldn’t have to wait; he shouldn’t have to dance around to have you to himself. So, he didn’t.
As soon as you stood up straight, he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder. If this had been the first time, you’d be worried, but now when he did it, you felt all the more empowered and excited.
“I told you to call me by name” He tried to sound annoyed, but you knew he wasn’t.
“When we’re in public I would like to be form-” You jolted as he stopped suddenly.
“The fuck are you staring at.” Sanemi snapped, setting you down ever so gently.
Standing in front of you both appeared to be another demon slayer, but this one appeared to be very, very different. Flashy was an understatement to describe this man. He was covered in accessories. To be honest, he was quite the piece of eye candy. He was staring you and Sanemi down. You noticed that Sanemi clenched his fists. You were growing more and more confused.
“Eh~ That’s no way to treat your elders, Sanemi~” He taunted sanemi.
“I don’t have to respect a bitch like you!” He barked right back.
“And just who might this be?” His eyes focused solely on you, “Ara ara~ This must be the reason you’ve been losing at sparring; she doesn’t seem like anything special to me.” Sanemi clicked his tongue at him.
“Well, she’s not for you, so fuck off already!” He hissed and snatched you by the wrist and pulled you along as he stomped away. The other man gave a small wave and you waved back as you went.
You didn’t ask too much about it, sensing that it would cause an argument if you asked about the obvious ‘pretty boy’. Instead, you both settled into your room. He was as coarse as ever. Sanemi complained about demons and nothing more, missions were annoying, he hated when the demons begged to live after they’d killed innocent people. You chatted about your plant’s growth and the many things ongoing in the house, omitting the part about your now ex-friend avoiding you. All while this went on, you were seated quite comfortably in his lap, working on the tea that you had bought earlier that afternoon on the table in front of you two.
You had poured it onto a plate and were separating what you could decipher what was in it, but you couldn’t make heads or tails of the mixture. It was littered with bits of lavender, cloves, and what appeared to be green tea leaves. You figured that it was a scam anyway. When Sanemi asked about it, you said it was just a tea for relaxation and you’d make it for the both of you. When you finally pried yourself out of his lap, an exercise altogether because of he clingy boy, you left to brew the tea.
You both enjoyed two cups, finding it pleasantly sweet and warming as night fell and it got colder. He grew drowsy and yawned, you took this as your chance to escape once again to check on your pond once more. As it grew colder, some of the fish would begin to slow and rest. As soon as spring came, they would start mating and breeding. You liked to keep a very close eye on this so the fish would not overpopulate the pond.
You held your lantern close, shivering as you were greeted by chilly autumn air. You could see your breath as you carefully made your way to the pond side. The fish seemed well, some of them familiar with you, nudging your hand when you dipped it in the water. You giggled, knowing that they were only looking for food and feeling just a little bad when you didn’t bring it.
Your skin started to tingle.
You withdrew your hand, something felt wrong. The tingling started to get stronger, your skin started to heat up, your head started to feel cloudy. When did it get so hot outside? You set the lantern down and loosened the collar on your yukata, sighing in relief when the cold air met your shoulders. This couldn’t have been the tea, right? You leaned, one hand supporting yourself on the ground. It felt so nice and cold. Of course your crotch felt hot; everything felt hot, sticky, and feverish right now.
The thought of if it had been affecting Sanemi too hadn’t even crossed your mind.
He was laid out on your futon, eyes half lidded and fighting sleep. He was holding on and waiting for you to come back so he could trick you into talking to him in that voice you’d use to lure him to sleep. He had just about given in when his eyes shot back open. He sat upright. His fingertips were tingling. Not like the normal tingling when you’d beg for him, no, this was worse. It traveled up his arm and felt like he was burning from the inside out.
Alarms fired off in his head. Could he have been poisoned? Was it you? There’s no way you’d-
His crotch throbbed.
He looked down and groaned in frustration, he looked back up the door, his vision just a little blurred and his thinking slurred. No, you couldn’t have poisoned him, but you did something else. Whether you knew it or not. He got up and made his way out of the room, using the wall to support himself. His anger was rising with every uneasy step he took. He loved you, of course, but this was going way too far.
It was you who he sought first. It was you who he yearned for more than anything else. You had him wrapped around your finger, had him at your every beck and call. But was it not enough for you. He was gritting his teeth, praying to whatever sick god controlled this life that he wasn’t caught struggling down the hall with a massive erection. His thoughts were focusing on one goal. Get his hands on you.
“What the fuck did you do to me.” Your head snapped over at the voice.
When he made it to the pond you were fully sitting, leaning to the side and barely being supported with a shaky arm. You had pulled the lower half of your yukata open and had your hand buried between your legs, rubbing furiously. You seemed frantic and confused, panting and whining loudly. When you saw him, you felt bad at first, but then stared directly at the bulge in his pants. You crawled to him, hands grasping at his pants while you pressed your face against his crotch and nuzzled his erection through his pants. The desperate moment was short-lived when he yanked you back by the hair and made you look up at him.
“ What. Did. You. Do. ” His tone was forced as he spoke through clenched teeth. It was so hard to talk, you couldn’t think but you needed to explain yourself.
You opened your mouth; your words were slurred and you couldn’t stop stuttering. One of your hands was back between your legs and you felt like a shameless animal in heat. You told him about the tea and what the old woman said it was, you thought it was just a scam. Your voice was cracking and you were tearing up, but not because you were sad. You were crying because your hand wasn’t enough. You were rubbing and prodding, your thighs were wet with slick. You were crying because you were desperate to have something inside of you, to cure the ache that was getting stronger.
He understood what you were saying and that you were sorry, but he wanted to make you feel sorry. His breathing was haggard. He let go of your hair and grabbed you by the chin, using his thumb to pry your mouth open. He loved the look of desperation on you, it scratched an itch deep within his brain. Finally, you looked as desperate as he felt when he first pursued you, and it was about damn time. Parted lips, skin glistening with sweat, and panting just to bend over and be his personal fuck toy. At this point he couldn’t hide his grin.
“Stick your tongue out.” You complied, drooling as you complied.
He leaned down, shoving his tongue in your mouth. You thought that maybe he’d use your mouth differently, but you didn’t care. It was slippery, hot, and it made you feel dirty in the best way. Neither of you cared that you were outside. He wasn’t intending to take you inside just yet. You were pressed against one of the wisteria trees as he kneeled in front of you, forcing you to watch as he buried his face between your thighs and lapped at your throbbing core.
Your hands were fisted in his hair and you were grinding against his face, while your legs shook uncontrollably. He hefted one of your legs over his shoulder so he had better access to you. He didn’t look away from you for even a moment, hazy eyes focusing as much as possible on every reaction you made. The first orgasm was fast and intense, sparks flying across your vision as you called out his name. Your whole body shook, Sanemi kept you steady until the tremors subsided.
It wasn’t enough.
Your core still felt tight, you still felt so hot. You were sure that he wasn’t faring any better than you were. While attempting to collect your thoughts and self-control you were spun around and bent over. His hand was on the back of your head, pushing your face into the wisteria tree. Sanemi couldn’t get his pants down fast enough for his liking, acting on impulse and urges alone.
“H-Hey we can’t do this outside, wh-what if someone comes?”
You’re trying to push back and get away from him, knowing that once he started, he wasn’t going to stop. You feel the cold breeze on the bare skin of your ass followed by fingers rubbing and prodding at you.
“So what?” He laughs at you, his tone sounding as if he’s mocking you, “So what if they catch me fucking you, huh?” He shoves two fingers deep and you gasp, “I wouldn’t stop, I’d make them watch.” he curled them against your G-spot and laughed when your thighs shook.
“Don’t you want me to show everyone how pretty you look when I’m-“ He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock, “Fucking a baby into you?” He bottomed out with one thrust, your legs almost giving out. You choked on anymore words of protest, your head focusing on his words. You were trembling, not out of any negative feelings, but from the way your own body throbbed around him and just how full you felt.
You didn’t even notice the drool dripping from your parted mouth.
His hand settled on your lower back, rubbing gently, “See? Doesn’t that feel so much better?” His other hand was holding your hip, nails digging into the flesh with a grip that contradicted his softer tone. You nodded your head and stopped fighting it. There was only one way to beat the ‘heat’ that you put the both of you in.
After that, it was a blur of sweat, moaning, and desperation at its finest. You couldn’t say much, just trying to keep yourself quiet while Sanemi let his own mouth run (not surprising), saying and doing whatever he wanted. Slapping your ass just to get a reaction out of you and holding your hair in a tight fist. He fucked you through his first orgasm, not slowing down or stopping, but eventually pulling out of you.
Your legs gave out without his support and you were on your knees, panting and trying to gain some kind of clarity as he helped you to your feet. You were both still flushed and horny, but didn’t want to risk too much exposure.
“It’s still hard.” He mumbled, that wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Sanemi had crazy amounts of stamina, so sometimes three to four rounds was normal for you two, unless you grew tired and wanted to stop.
“Okay, let’s ju-just go to my room, okay?” You pulled on his sleeve and you both snuck back into your room with, thankfully, no one to catch you two.
All through the night, into the mid-afternoon of the next day, you two couldn’t leave each other alone longer than 10 minutes. Small breaks for the bathroom or food were scattered throughout, but other than that, he wouldn’t let you stray too far. Every time you stood up, cum would drip out of you and make you feel embarrassed, while it only made Sanemi scoff. He’d then complain, “How am I supposed to knock you up if you’re so careless” And he’d fill you right back up.
The concerns you had about being too loud were forgotten, even going so far as to abandon your chores for the day. Unfortunately, anyone who walked past your room knew exactly what was happening and the hallway leading past your door was avoided. Uzui would laugh when he’d overhear concerns and complaints from fellow nurses about you and Sanemi. He was genuinely amused and surprised that Sanemi had an obsession with you like this.
Your room was a mess and the air was damp. That night you were in his lap, legs locked around his waist and nails digging into his back while he gripped you tight and bounced you as if you were nothing more than a toy. You both were covered in bite marks, hickeys, and bruises. Your bodies were sore, and even though the aphrodisiac was at its end, your mind was lost a few hours ago, reduced to broken sobs and garbled words. Sanemi wasn’t doing much better, basically using your body to get himself off, not that it was an issue. You both acted like animals in heat and couldn’t focus on anything except chasing one last orgasm.
This time when you came, all you could do was whine and clench around him, pushing him over the edge one final time. It was a dry orgasm for the both of you and the last one as the aphrodisiacs had finally worn off. He laid down on the futon with you on his chest, already falling asleep from exhaustion while he rubbed your back gently. You both slept through the night to the following afternoon, you would have slept longer, but there was a fierce banging on your door. You struggled out of bed, your whole body sore and throbbing. You threw a blanket over Sanemi and wrapped yourself in a robe. Outside the door stood the building manager, alongside the man from the other day. The building manager had an annoyed look on her face.
“Y/N, usually I wouldn’t start issues with your ‘personal business’ like this. However…” She trailed off, trying to find the right words.
“We need to split you two up,” He cut off, “Just to ask questions. I promise.” He was all smiles and charm.
“I-I’m terribly sorry for my behavior. I’ll wake him up immediately and tell him you need to speak to him!” You bowed your head in shame and quietly shut the door. Waking up your partner wasn’t too hard but his usual morning grogginess turned into anger when you explained that you both were in trouble. He was frustrated because instead of spending a morning wrapped around you, he had to look at Uzui and that stupid fucking smug face of his.
After a brief shower to wash the dried fluids and shame off of you, you found yourself in the building manager’s office. You were both avoiding each other’s gaze and didn’t want to approach this subject.
“Listen.” She began, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Relationships between employees are strictly prohibited in the house. You sleeping with Shinazugawa-sama is a loophole because you two aren’t in a ‘relationship’ and because he’s not technically my employee. However, the events of the last two days are completely unacceptable.” You shrunk under her words and she paused to sigh deeply, “I just have…..some questions.” You nodded, giving her the go ahead.
“Are you using proper contraceptives?” You nodded. “Are you being…..forced?”
“A-Absolutely not! It’s all consensual.”
“I see.” She pursed her lips and exhaled, leaning back in her chair, “What….happened exactly?” She was hesitating to ask this question.
You told her about acquiring the tea with the intent to decipher its ingredients, omitting the part where you and the cook pocketed the spare money. You apologized profusely, saying that you had no idea that it was going to actually work and were so deeply sorry about causing a ruckus like this.
“It’s…It’s okay Y/N really, just please be more careful next time, okay?” She sounded concerned more than angry at this point, “Just take today to rest and recover from this ordeal, we don’t know what else that ‘tea’ could have done to your body.” She smiled. You felt so relieved.
You got up and bowed before turning to leave, “Oh! Y/N!” You turned back around, “Please refrain from any extracurricular things for the next few days, aside from your chores.” You flushed and nodded before closing the door and hastily heading to your bedroom, both to clean and to keep your mind from thinking about that whole conversation.
Sanemi had yet to return as he was sitting in Uzui’s room being laughed at.
Upon the sight of Sanemi’s (Freshly showered but still a mess) disheveled look, complete with bite marks and hickeys; Uzui couldn’t keep it in. They were both sitting cross-legged at a tea table, Sanemi’s arms crossed and clenching his teeth to keep from leaping across the table and biting his colleague.
“Will you shut the fuck up already?!” He snapped and Uzui’s laughs started to dwindle down to chuckles.
“I just think it’s very funny-”
“Just ask your dumb ass questions already or I’m leaving. I have better shit to do than sit here and entertain you.” Sanemi was sick of this annoying asshole.
“Like what? Fuck that girl all day and night?” Uzui’s teasing was merciless, “Who couldn’t hear you both? Humping like animals in heat~” Sanemi scoffed and moved to get up and leave. “Are you making sure she’s not getting pregnant?”
“What?” He stopped.
“Y/N? You know, the girl who you pine for.” Uzui said it like it was obvious. It was, to everyone except you and Sanemi, “Contraceptives? Are you just having sex raw? Do you not remember any of your education regarding sex?” Sanemi’s eyebrows knit together in confusion and frustration.
“What the fuck are you even saying?” Uzui busted into loud laughter again, “What so damn funny?!”
“She could be pregnant! You are SO dense, did you ignore the sexual education class that Shinobu made us sit through?” The answer was yes, but Sanemi wouldn’t admit that.
“I guess I have to explain it to you, huh?” Uzui wasn’t going to let Sanemi live this down.
Meanwhile, you were busy cleaning. The room was just about done and the windows were open to let it air out. You had to take frequent breaks as your hips and back were more sore than usual and your lower stomach hadn’t stopped hurting all day. You figured it was after ‘affects’ of the tea and tried to ignore it. You were returning from the kitchen after taking some dishes and kindly asking one of the kitchen staff to take care of it for you, offering to do a favor for them at a later time.
Someone grabbed your wrist and yanked you back behind a wall. You yanked your hand back and looked up at the person who had been avoiding you for months. You purse your lips at the annoyed look on his face.
“He’s forcing you, isn’t he?” He blurts out.
“What?! No!” You huff and try to leave, but he grabs you again.
“You’re lying! If he’s hurting you, just say that! I can help you-“ You snatched your wrist back from him again.
“I don’t need your help!” You snap at him, fists clenched at your side. “I never asked you for anything! You do nice things for people on your own, which is nice in theory, but you always expect something in return!” You haven’t felt anger like this in years. “I am VERY grateful for all the nice things you do for me, I really am, but just because you do things for me doesn’t mean I’ll have sex with you and that you can be in my business!” Your voice cracks at the end and tears gather in your eyes, he scoffs like YOU’RE the one causing him grief!
“It’s not even like that Y/N-“
“Isn’t it? It’s happened to me so many times now” You hiss at him, “Men like you who come to me, bringing me gifts, food, and trinkets-“ Your anger wins over your tears, “Just so they can walk around the village and say that they fucked the fat girl, like I’m just some kind of milestone they can check off their list!” Your face is red and you’re heaving with rage. It’s not fair, you had spent so long with Sanemi reminding you that you’re worth more than a good fuck that you forget that, at the end of the day, you should always be thankful for any speck of attention someone shows you. You feel so sick you could throw up.
“Just stop freaking out! It’s because I love you-“
“Just what the fuck are you doing?”
You both freeze and turn to the end of the hallway, Sanemi is standing there with Uzui right behind him, who is thoroughly enjoying the drama and can’t wait to gossip about it to anyone who’d listen. Sanemi had heard what you said and that pissed him off more than your friend’s pathetic attempt at a confession. He told you how beautiful you were, how impressive your knowledge of plants was, and how nice you were to him. Surely, you understood, right? At this point, you both were the two most dense people Uzui had ever seen.
“Just forget it.” He huffed and tried to pass but Sanemi stood firmly in front of him, glaring right up at him.
“I don’t care how you feel about Y/N,” He tilted his head and cracked his neck. “I don’t care about whatever pathetic confession this might be, however…” His hand twitched, which didn’t go unnoticed by Uzui, who was on alert to keep Sanemi from doing something that he’d have no choice but to report to Kagaya.
“She’s < She can decide whenever the fuck she wants to stop this, but until then? She’s mine. Right?” He was addressing you, they both looked at you. You nodded without hesitation. “Right. So don’t assume shit about her or me. Again. ” Sanemi almost stood on his tippy toes to assert himself, but that was unnecessary. Your friend made a face as if he was confused and bewildered. You sighed.
“Just…to you it looks bad, right?” He hesitantly nodded, “But I wanted this. If I was being hurt, the building owner wouldn’t let him come here anymore. That, I just….I don’t like you in that way….” You tried to whisper the last part, staring at the floor. Sanemi laughed cruelly at this as your friend stomped off in frustration. Uzui called him childish and returned to his room, reminding Sanemi to ask you something.
When you both returned to your room, it was tense and quiet while you moved some things around and checked on the plants. He watched you flutter about, enjoying his favorite pastime. Every so often, you’d have to pause. Your stomach was still hurting and sometimes the cramping would be too much for you.
“If you’re in pain, you should sit down.” He mused watching you hold onto a table edge to steady yourself.
“That was mean.” You said.
“Huh?”
“You laughing at him was mean…and what you said about us.” You were focusing on the plant on the table in front of you.
“Yeah, well, he was making you cry.” He snorted. “And it wasn’t like I was lying. We can stop what we’re doing anytime you want.” He didn’t want to actually discuss the arrangement you two had, fearing it would lead to said arrangement ending.
“I don’t want to stop but-“
“Are you pregnant?” He said it without thinking. You turned around fast.
“What? No!” You rubbed at your eyes and forehead in exasperation, “I take medicine to keep that from happening….” You walked over and sat next to him, he slung his arm around you as a reflex.
You told him you just wanted to relax, as you felt nauseous and sick. He dropped the subject and you two relaxed until dinner, talking until you both fell asleep. For the next few days, you were still being affected by side effects of the tea, so Sanemi helped you with your chores until you could do it by yourself.
You did, however, find out who that man was. When you did, you bowed and apologized repeatedly for being so rude to a pillar. When Sanemi saw this, he told you ‘He’s not even worth a damn’. However, when Uzui caught you alone, he mused that it was simply too entertaining to see Sanemi follow you around like a little yapping puppy. He told you that he’d keep your little relationship with Sanemi a secret, just to respect your privacy. Uzui left not long after that, his minor injuries being healed and heading off to another mission. Before Uzui left, he told Sanemi he should hurry up and confess and marry you before someone else does, Sanemi promptly told him he can shove his sword up his ass blade first.
It was very odd though; you and Sanemi hadn’t had sex once since the tea incident. He didn’t want to bother you when you were sore, still having side effects, and you were busy as you were a day behind on chores. You two generally enjoyed each other’s company for a few days, aside from the few times you’d pass your ‘friend’ in the hall and the air would be tense for a few moments. Sanemi opened up a little, telling you about a few of his interests and his favorite foods. You returned the enthusiasm by telling him a few stories about growing up on your grandparent’s farm.
When his little vacation ends, he reluctantly leaves. You bow at the entrance and wish him a safe journey and a small ‘Until next time’. It makes his chest tight when you treat him like this, like he has a home to return too. This is the first time he hugs you before he leaves and it’s very awkward. He’s stiff and you’re confused at first, but you hug him back. For a moment, you can both feel how fast each other’s heart is beating. It’s hard for him to pull away and leave as he realizes that he’s truly deeply afraid to lose you.
You spend a week in a euphoric state, sighing wistfully and deep in thought. The weather is getting colder day by day and you wish that Sanemi was still here. Things have gone relatively back to normal, everyone seemed to respect your privacy and not ask questions. The side effects of the tea still hit you every so often, you’d awake with nausea and lightheadedness. The nurses would run tests and exams, but you were okay, so they would just tell you to take it easy.
As the days went by, you’d think back to the way Sanemi treated your ‘friend’, and you’d feel worse and worse with every reminder. So, you decided that you should apologize to him. You pulled a page from Sanemi’s book and watched him, waiting for him to go into the medical supply room before you slipped in behind him. He turned and looked at you before rolling his eyes and turning back around.
“What do you want?” He kept the conversation short and to the point, and judging from his tone of voice, he did not want to talk to you.
“I just wanted to apologize. What Sanemi said wasn’t right-“ You jumped when he slammed the tray he was using to collect medical tools.
“Just save it, okay? Your personality is wasted on him. He’s a rude asshole who thinks everything belongs to him. You let him treat you like shit.” He bends down and starts picking up the things that fell.
“You don’t know anything about him.” He stands up and tries to leave, tools and tray forgotten on the table, but you block the door, “Sure, he’s an asshole, but he’s never done anything to me that I didn’t ask of him. He’d stop if I say to.”
“So, you asked him to fuck you outside like that?” Your stomach drops into the floor.
“Wh-what?”
“I saw you two outside right under the wisteria tree. Real ‘Romantic’ if you ask me.” He sneered, suddenly standing closer and towering over you, making you aware of how much taller he was than you. “You were right, before, that I just wanted ‘something’ from you” He puts his hands on either side of your head, pinning you against the door. “But I don’t want it anymore. Not from someone as brainwashed or used like you are.” You can barely hear him as your heart beat was getting louder and louder, “Besides, he’s just going to leave you when he’s had enough, anywa-“ What happened after that is hazy for you. It was as if you were watching in third person.
You grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to head butt him right in the face. He stumbled back with his face in his hands as you were frantically trying to open the door. When you looked back at him, his nose was bleeding. Just as you got the door open and you went into the hall, he followed and snatched you by the arm. He turned you and struck you across the face. Your flight or fight instincts chose to fight, leading to you and him wrestling in a fist fight on the floor.
It took two of the cooks and a few nurses to split you both up. He felt remorseful when he saw your split lip and bleeding nose, even started trying to apologize, but you weren’t going to have any of that.
“You know WHY I don’t like you?” You yanked out of the cook’s hold. “Because I love Sanemi. He wants me for ME. ” You couldn’t even stop yourself from crying, “I love the way he’s hard headed to the highest goddamn degree, that he has the communication of a fucking ROCK. ” You inhale deeply, “Most of all, I love him because he makes me feel safe. Never ONCE have I ever doubted my self-worth when I’m with him.” Everyone was staring at you and you felt so exposed and vulnerable. He opened his mouth and said something, but you wouldn’t let him, “I never want to see you again.” You stomped off, two of the nurses going after you to clean you up.
After some light first aid, each of you separately telling your sides of the story to the building owner, he was dismissed from the house, while you were given verbal warning as well as probation for two months. The building owner had never yelled at you the way she had tonight. She called you irresponsible and impulsive. In a sense, she had ‘grounded you’ to your room for the night. One of the cooks snuck you some snacks and checked on you as the others were worried. You ended up with a black eye, some light bruising, and a busted lip. That night, you tossed and turned restlessly, your face and head were throbbing but not as bad as your stomach. You just kept chanting to yourself that it was just leftover effects of the tea, but you hardly got any sleep that night.
The house owner gave you the cold shoulder for two weeks before accepting your apology. Thankfully, things started to relatively calm down afterwards, but not for long. Soon after, there was word that the demon slayer corps had made a breakthrough in fighting against the demons and were preparing to go on the offense and attack Muzan directly. All of the pillars would be leading the charge and you knew what it meant. When the news first hit you, it was from an injured soldier telling all the nurses about it ecstatically, commenting that they were expecting casualties.
You didn’t expect it to last forever. You mused that maybe one day he would find someone more fitting for him, or maybe you’d find someone more fitting for you. You thought of a lot of different ideas and scenarios but there was always one you’d never let yourself dwell on. The idea of him dying. You knew that in his line of work that was part of the job, but he was always confident and he always came back. The mere idea that he may never return was enough to make you feel sick.
You couldn’t hide how it made you feel, you were out back on your hands and knees, dry heaving and throwing up. One of the nurses rubbed your back and asked you what you’d eaten lately. After answering a few more questions, telling her about the tea that made you sick, and how its side effects were still lingering, she gave you a knowing look. You knew what it meant, you shook your head and started denying what you knew she was going to say.
“Y/N….have you considered that you’re pregnant? When was your last period?” Her voice was so soft and you started to cry, sobbing out to her that you didn’t know anymore.
You were scared.