PLEASE READ THE A/N AT THE VERY BEGINNING!
REWRITING!
previously known as : how was it future me?
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❝ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᵏᵉˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵒᵉᵗˢ ʷᵉⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᵉ
ⁱ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ, ⁿᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ
ᵗʰᵒˢᵉ ʷⁱⁿᵈᵉʳᵐᵉʳᵉ ᵖᵉᵃᵏˢ ˡᵒᵒᵏ...
getting attached to people you know you shouldn't.
you knew how painful it was and yet you did it every. single. time.
by the time you had been awoken from your nap with rui, tanjiro was in the midst of his hinokami kagura move, swinging his katana beautifully.
you had been moved away from where you had fallen asleep, instead strung gently up in the trees, unable to move.
struggling against their bounds, you frown.
"rui.." you mutter, the young demon boys eyes flicking to you for a second before back onto his ongoing fight.
you glance to the side, seeing nezuko strung up similarly to you, except in an uncomfrotable position and upside down, those strings sharp and digging into her flesh.
you frown,
god, it looks horrible in real life..
you look down at yourself, you weren't upside down and in a good enough position, but you were still uncomfortable. while not sharp, the strings were tight. you couldn't move, could barely even budge.
you bite the inside of your lip,
fuck me.. why do i do this to myself? how could i let myself fall asleep!? i should have remembered.. why didn't i think?! rui's going to get killed...
you frown, gulping.
it's not like there was a lot you could do about it anyway, but knowing that even though you wanted to, you physically couldn't help in this moment, it sucked. you wanted to help. to tell tanjiro that really he's not that bad.
