▪︎ℙ𝔼ℕ ℙ𝔸𝕃𝕊▪︎ •GenMui•

[21] - 𝐈'𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝...

Muichiro slides open the wooden door of his estate. It was early dawn as the sky is orange to teal. He went home quite early last night as Mitsuri requested him to, she thought Muichiro needed some rest from training the students and himself. Muichiro didn't object the idea, he listened as he wanted to talk to Genya by morning.

Muichiro walks onto the porch, expecting Genya to be up early to train. He did remember Genya being up to train and do several laps around the swordsmith village that time, he just assumed he would be up aswell. He walks around the area, passing by the open, the well, Kanamori's hut. There was no sign of the slayer, could he still be asleep?

"Maybe when he wakes up..." Muichiro told himself, hoping he won't forget. As he walks back in, his eyes caught his swordsmith walking to his hut. Muichiro stopped and narrows his eyes, noticing a few stains in his clothes.

"Good Morning!" Muichiro said, loud enough for Kanamori to hear.

The masked man perked up and turned his head, seeing the Mist Hashira standing in a distance.
"Ah— Good Morning Tokito-san!" He said as he walks up to him and bowed.

Muichiro curved a small smile.
"You don't usually wake up this early, you must be working hard" He said, praising the swordsmith.

"Eh... haha...!" Kanamori lightens up at Muichiro's comment, scratching the back of his neck, liking the praise.
"Oh by the way, someone left some Furofuki Daikon by the kitchen"

"Furofuki Daikon?" Muichiro thinned his lips, looking at Kanamori with curiosity.

Kanamori nodded, putting his arm down.
"I think his name was Shinazugawa? I found him walking inside the kitchen when I walking to the hut... He said it was some gift and he doesn't really know much about the recipe, so I helped him" He stated.

Hearing that, Muichiro's face became slightly blunt.
"Thank you for informing me," He said politely and bowed. He then turned his head and makes way to the kitchen. Kanamori sighed, thinking that he has some connection with the slayer.

Muichiro enters the kitchen, smelling the sweet scent of Miso. His gaze turned to the table and walks up to it. There is indeed Furofuki Daikon on the table... and a noted underneath the plate. Muichiro felt a small pang of guilt and fright. He slowly took the note from underneath and read it.

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"Hi Tokito,

I apologize about yesterday and about breaking into your kitchen... your crow kind of helped me and cursed me right after. I made you Furofuki Daikon as an apology with the help of your swordsmith. It's your favorite food, isn't it?

Your probably disappointed about me being your Pen Pal. I decided to leave early because I know your irritated with me. Pretty stupid to think that I can be friends with you, huh?

You know, I actually like you. Like, I have a crush on you as Muichiro Tokito not Pen Pal. And when finding out your Pen Pal, I recall you having a crush. Remember that conversation? Maybe I don't have a chance, do I? You like Tanjiro, don't you? I saw your face with him. I have to admit, you were cute like that.

I'm sorry for always invading your space, I just realize that last night as I can't really sleep well. I was really that irritating, huh? Yeah I'm sorry. I'm probably by Nemi's the moment your reading this. Good luck with Tanjiro.

- P̶e̶n̶ P̶a̶l̶ 
Genya"

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