The World On His Shoulders | Demon slayer x Male reader

Chapter VIII

Jigoro and Y/N's POV.

As Y/N raced through the streets of the town, his senses sharp and on edge, he couldn't help but feel a momentary exhilaration. He had always been quick on his feet, whether in fighting or evading trouble, and today was no exception.

However, his sprint was suddenly interrupted by the commanding presence of local authorities. With their stern expressions and batons in hand, they ordered Y/N to drop his sword. Y/N's lips curled into a defiant scowl as he clutched the wooden weapon tighter, his purple eyes narrowing at them.

"Go ahead," he challenged them, his voice dripping with contempt. "Do your worst."

But before any blows could be exchanged, Jigoro came rushing to the scene, limping with his wooden cane and hurrying him toward the commotion. He knew he couldn't let things escalate further. "Wait!" he called out urgently, positioning himself between the policemen and Y/N.

The police looked at Jigoro, their expressions softening slightly as they recognized the older man stepping in. "Who is this boy, sir?" One of them inquired.

"He's my student," Jigoro replied, his voice carrying a hint of urgency to explain. "I lost track of him for a moment while shopping in the market. Please, don't hurt him I will deal with him I promise."

Just as it seemed the situation might defuse, a middle-aged woman hurried over, she pointed an accusatory finger at Y/N and declared, "This boy stole from me! He took a daifuku from my stall!"

Jigoro sighed deeply, realizing the extent of Y/N's impulsiveness. He knew that arguing would only worsen the situation, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pouch of coins.

 With a regretful expression, he counted out double the value of the daifuku and held it out to the woman.

"I apologize for his actions," Jigoro said with a bow, his eyes conveying both regret and a hint of weariness. "Please accept this as compensation for any trouble he's caused."

The woman begrudgingly took the coins, her anger slowly dissipating as she realized she would not be at a loss. The policemen, satisfied that the matter was resolved, finally lowered their batons and dispersed.

Y/N, who had been scowling throughout the ordeal, couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and toward the old man. He knew that Jigoro's intervention had saved him from unnecessary trouble once again.

With tensions eased, Jigoro turned to Y/N and sighed, "You truly have a fixation for finding trouble, don't you?"

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, his defiant demeanor still present. "Trouble usually finds me, old man," he said.

Jigoro's scolding came in a low, stern tone that held the weight of countless reprimands over the weeks. He couldn't understand why Y/N insisted on acting this way, continuously getting into situations like this one. The old man's patience had been tested more times than he could count.

"Why do you keep doing this?" Jigoro demanded, his voice tired as he watched Y/N devour the stolen daifuku. "I've told you before, if you want something, all you need to do is ask."

Y/N shrugged again, his mouth still full of sweet pastry. "You never let me have sweets," he muttered, which both knew was not true.

Jigoro sighed deeply, his annoyance giving way to a sense of frustration mixed with genuine concern. He had taken Y/N under his wing, hoping to guide the troubled young man toward a better path, but the boy's defiance seemed never-ending.

"It's not about sweets, Y/N," Jigoro said, his voice softer now. "It's about respect, discipline, and understanding consequences. I don't want to see you turn into a criminal."

Y/N continued eating, his eyes focused anywhere but on Jigoro. He had been acting out, trying to push the old man's limits, secretly hoping that one day Jigoro would just give up on him and leave him to his own devices. But every time he acted out, Jigoro responded with patience, understanding, and guidance, which only served to fuel Y/N's frustration.


As the days went by, Y/N found himself hating the old man even more for his unwavering support and the fact that he kept trying.