Golden Butterfly | Demon Slayer x Male Reader

Chapter XXX

When I wrote my first Demon Slayer story chapters 30s' were around Akaza's fight  making it one of the highlights of the story IMO (since it was my first time writing a fight against an important canon character while trying to be very detailed and original and exciting)

Here, I aim to make these 30s' chapters one of the most emotion-provoking, realistic, complex and deep chapters you'll see in this story.

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Y/N was barely holding it together. The bulge in his hakama had become a permanent fixture at this point. No matter how much he shifted or tried to focus on anything else, his pants were practically screaming for relief. It didn't help that Kanae kept walking around, being unintentionally... well, distracting as hell.

She looked over at him, probably noticing that he hadn't done a damn thing in the last ten minutes. "Y/N-kun," she started softly, "it's alright if you don't feel like doing this."

He groaned inwardly. Great. She saw through him.

"I mean... I don't get how you can like doing this?" he stared at the papers like they were ancient hieroglyphics he had no hope of deciphering.

Kanae gave him one of those looks. The kind that screamed, 'Are you really that stupid?' but wrapped it in her usual gentle charm. "Y/N-kun... I don't like it," she said with a sigh, "but I have to do it."

Oh. Well, now he felt dumb.

As Kanae stood up to stretch, reaching for something on a higher shelf, she had to bend over slightly, and holy hell—there it was again. Framed perfectly by her uniform pants. It was like the gods themselves were mocking him at this point. Every curve, every inch was practically begging for his attention and all Y/N wanted to do–

Right. Focus. Here to help with papers, not undress Kocho with his eyes.

"Alright, alright," he mumbled to himself and suddenly whether it was out of desperation to impress her or just sheer willpower he started grabbing at the papers like a man possessed.

If he couldn't distract himself with Kocho's ass, he'd bury himself in paperwork. And he did, flipping through, scribbling, stamping, and organizing at a pace that would've made anyone proud.

Kanae's lips parted slightly in surprise as Y/N went from deadbeat to demon-speed in seconds. She tried to keep up and nodded to herself as she worked just as fast, sorting through her stack with renewed energy though every now and then she'd glance over in surprise at just how quickly Y/N was managing his pile.

They gave it their fall in the following minutes.

She finished a final page and slumped back in her chair exhaling, chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "Have you finished compiling the prescriptions into the treatment logs yet?" She asked, panting lightly with relief that they were almost done.

Y/N shot her a wide grin, "What's... a treatment log?"

Kanae blinked. Twice. Then her lips pressed together trying not to laugh.

He hadn't done shit.