Something About A Man Who's Never Been The First Choice Being Chosen By His Wife Straight On And She,

Something about a man who's never been the first choice being chosen by his wife straight on and she, who regards his existence as a blessing, when all his life he was never one.

A scenario I imagined from the concept idea where Zenitsu & Obanai are related.

"...You're a lucky one. "

Zenitsu went still, stopping just right behind the Hashira. The older man had stopped as well, but he didn't turn around to face the younger one.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He felt as if the muscles in his lungs tightened enough to lessen the oxygen from flowing in, with how hard he found it to breathe properly now. Lucky? Lucky?

" How? " Zenitsu managed to choke out after an uncomfortable moment of silence. " I told you of my early life, how I roamed around the street like some sort of dirty rat and you told me I was the lucky one? "

The blond boy felt dread swirling inside him -- he was offended, yes, but there was something off with the way Obanai worded his sentence just now that made him consider having a second thought. Lucky. Zenitsu was the lucky one. Lucky for being taken away from his -- their family. Lucky for not being able to be with his blood relatives.

There was no mocking in the Hashira's tone, nor any sound vibrating from him that indicated any sense of superiority nor arrogance.

On the contrary, it was absolutely baffling for Zenitsu to hear that those words were spoken with an echo of relief.

Obanai shuffled in his spot, turning around just a bit enough for the two to lock eyes. If there was any resemblance between them for being relatives, perhaps it would be the shade of their golden eyes, albeit with the Hashira having heterochromia.

He always looked so stern and scary, for Zenitsu, that is. Eyebrows furrowing, glaring and arms crossing over his chest. No sense of friendliness, especially with the white snake curling around his shoulders.

But then Zenitsu looked at the bandage wrapped around Obanai's lower face, never being taken off. Not a fashion taste, not when he kept bringing his sleeve up to cover his mouth area. In a way, Zenitsu found a distant familiarity whenever he saw Obanai tilt his head down, eyes glancing away.

He watched him slowly bring his sleeve up like he often did, always stopping right when it covered his lower face. Bits of his fingers peeked out, brushing lightly against the wrapped fabric. Zenitsu was again thrown off by another sound coming from the Hashira -- as sound that he found himself could relate to.

Self loathing.

The dread sense doubled inside him when another thought came to him. A thought of his blood relatives. People who Obanai was with. People who he didn't know, where they are and what had happened for the Hashira to avoid talking about them.

" Did -- " Zenitsu felt his blood run cold. " -- Did they do that to you? What happened? "

And as always, from the beginning of the discovery of their blood connection, Obanai turned away from Zenitsu.

" Some things are better left unknown. "

Sure thing! I am glad you like it 😊

I need to catch up on the updates of this fic 🥹💐 Anyway here's some fanart for @demonslayedher (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

A scene that I managed to do, from Chapter 2.

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Re-watching KNY season 2 reaction, and I have come to a conclusion/headcanon that Uzui secretly is a nervous wreck and has his emotions running higher whenever his wives go to dangerous missions.

Like imagine having the women you love being sent to investigate an area that's reported inflicted with demons and suddenly received no letters from any of them? The only people he had left? The people that gave him reasons to stop blaming himself of the past?

He must have BEGGED Oyakata to let him go to the red light district, something that I am sure the usually reasonable and wise Oyakata wouldn't have allowed him to since unstable emotions can lead to reckless decisions. Personal feelings shouldn't cloud the eyes of rationality, nor must it be involved in highly risky missions.

I can actually see a bit of why he kinda acts like a jerk in the beginning, stubborn in finding slayers to be disguised and not hearing anyone because you know, he's in a hurry. He still keeps himself calm though, all those trainings as a ninja and slayer keep him grounded.

At least he apologises to Tanjirou and Inosuke later after Zenitsu disappears, finally coming to a realisation that he brings rookies into the fight with Uppermoon demons.

Sorry I just love his relationship with his wives 🥹💕 He breaks the trauma his father inflicted on him and treats his wives as human beings rather than objects.

Kanao's hands keep shaking, her fingers repeatedly fail to keep a tight grasp upon the hairpin. She manages to catch the butterfly ornament quick before it hits the ground.

She tries again. Hair strands fisting around the side of her head, the clip is supposed to be slides in -- and she drops it again.

If she could've sob, she probably would have.

A bigger, more calloused and scarred hand catches the pin for her. Kanao watches the Wind Hashira switch glances from her to the ornament before he makes a signal for her to turn around.

She doesn't find it in her voice to apologize for the trouble, opting only to turn around and let him tie up her hair. She feels her breath hitches just slightly at the way he handles the strands of her hair, moving every last one until he finally clips on the Butterfly ornament by the side of Kanao's head.

Kanae had always said that the Wind Hashira is a rather gentle soul.

" Break's over. " He gruffs, his hand moves to rest on the hilt of his sword. " The sun is setting and we've got a demon to kill. "

She knows his gaze lingers on the green and pink butterfly pin on the side of her head.

Everyone grieves in their own way anyway.

Cigarette,

Daydream,

You were only 8 years old...