Kimetsu no Yaiba (demon slayer) x reader ~{ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs}~ •°[Closed]°•

Giyu x Reader| ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ

"Giyu~!"

The black haired male, Giyu who was sitting turn his head, seeing the female he had liked after he was treaten by her.

"How are you feeling today?"

The sweet voice asked, stopping in front of him, as she smiles brightly and warmly at him.

"Do you still feel any pain from your injuries?"

Giyu stares at her first, then shooks his head.

"I see. That's good to hear, then."

She does an eye close smile at him, though the female doesn't see, since he always wears a serious expression, he was smiling a little at her.

"Then, please drink this medicine so that you won't completely feel any pain at all~!"

She beamed at him, as she gave him his medicine

"Also, It's your favorite simmered salmon with daikon~!"

She sets down the tray with the medicine and his food on it, beside him.

"I hope you get well soon!"

(y/n) smiled one last time at him, then turned around, running away, her face completely red.

'Good job, self~!'

Giyu smiles at her running figure, then stares at his favorite food on the tray.

"Thank you, (y/n)."

Her eyes widen, as she stops and looks back at the soft smiling Giyu.

(y/n)'s got a really good sense of hearing, so that's why she heard him. She smiles brightly, then waves her hand at him.

"Giyu, I'll always love you, so just love me back already!"

She shouts, her cheeks red from the shouting.

"I'll always make your favorite food!"

Giyu smiles, then stands up.

"Alright, then..."

Her eyes widen, as Giyu hugs her.

"I've always liked you, it's just hard for me to say it.."

Her eyes shines, as tears comes down.

"You're such an idiot!"

She hugs back, as she cries.

"But it doesn't matter, since you've finally said it!"

She hugs him tightly, while burying her face on his chest.

"I love you, Giyu!"

She tips toes, then kisses him on his lips, grinning at him.

"Me, too..."

He kisses her back, passionately, under the the full moon, which was shining brightly.

'You're the only reason, why I choose to live.'