[DISCONTINUED] The Art of Destruction || A Kimetsu No Yaiba x (F)Reader Story

Chapter 8

"(Y/N)san..." You heard Tanjiro say your name behind your back. Craning your neck slightly to look at the burgundy haired boy with your pink cheeks, you locked eyes with him. "I like it when you smile too. You look really pretty when you do." He said, an evident blush on his cheeks. Your feet immediately stopped walking as you looked at the male as your eyes widened. Both of you were staring at each other with such an awkward energy that neither of you knew how to react to, luckily, someone else broke it for the both of you. 

"Oi! You!"A bald man in a yellow kimono yelled from the inside of his udon cart as he stuck his head out from the requesting area. With haste, the man ran out of his cart and grabbed Tanjiro by the ear, dragging him back to where the sleeping girl in the pink kimono and black haori was. You were about to slip your hand out of Tanjiro's before he gripped yours lightly, causing you to jerk forward due to his grip now on your hand. You looked at Tanjiro's eyes who were currently popping out of his head from the pain of the random man, which caused you to laugh to yourself at how dumb the male looked. 

After being dragged back to the udon cart, Tanjiro finally stopped gripping your hand, allowing you to slip yours out of his. You stood to the side as you watched the scene in front of you unfold. "Now, listen to me! Here's the deal..." The man began as Tanjiro faced him with a face that could only resemble a terrified cat. "My point is this, okay?! It's not about the money! What I can't forgive is your lack of intent to eat my udon, all right?!" A chuckle escaped from you as you watched Tanjiro apologize and then ask for another bowl of udon. 

And as you chuckled, you felt someone tugging on your striped (f/c) and (f/c) haori. Uncrossing your arms and looking down, the girl in the pink kimono had her hand on your haori. You looked into her pink eyes and you could feel a knife going right through your heart, 'S-shes so cute!' You internally screamed. She stood up slowly, keeping her eyes on yours. Slowly, she brought up her hand up to your head, rubbing it softly. You only stared back in a state of confusion as her hand slowly scratched your head. With heavy eyelids, your eyes closed as you let her rub your (h/c) hair. 'So nice...'

But as you began to enjoy the feeling of the head scratch, the man from earlier started becoming too loud. Opening your drowsy eyes, you could see the man pointing at the innocent girl, "You, too!" He squawked. You gave him a look of irritation, not noticing  the charming smile that Tanjiro was giving you once he saw you and his sister standing on good grounds. The man pointed at the girl as she looked at the man with a look of surprise, "If you're gonna have udon, take off that bamboo thingie first! What is that thing anyways?! Take these chopsticks, chopsticks!" He yelled at the girl as he held a pair of chopsticks. With irritation finally convincing you to move, you grabbed the mans shoulder harshly as Tanjiro slid over to your side ready to grab the man also, "We would like TWO bowls of udon!" You yelled at the man as Tanjiro nodded his head and stuck up the number "two" on his fingers with an intimidating stare "I agree! We would like two bowls of udon!" He repeated from behind you. "R-Right," the bald guy said, finally backing off from hounding Tanjiro and his... 

...

In all honesty who was this person? 

As the udon chef was quickly making two bowls, you took the opportunity to ask your wine-eyed friend. "Oi, Tanjiro," he turned his head away from watching the udon chef making the noodles and looked at you instead, interested in what you had to say, "is this girl your fiance?" You asked bluntly, trying not to sound rude with your question. The poor boy felt like he just got whiplash from your question, causing him to twist his body in weird ways. You watched with confusion etched onto your features. "U-Uh no, (Y/N)san... She's my sister, Nezuko." He said as he looked away with embarrassment. You covered your mouth with your hand quickly, "My apologies," you said under your hand, awkwardness again filling the air. 'At least you still have a chance with him, (Y/N)...'