REQUESTED BY: Hermityoshie

A/N: Now for a touch of angst!

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Well, it had happened: you and your partner had had a fight, and you were trying to calm yourself down by sitting alone.

Now, a while later, your partner came up to you in an attempt to apologize.

Tanjiro:

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," he told you sincerely, a guilty frown on his face as he sat beside you at the pond. "I shouldn't have taken my anger out on you."

You didn't respond.

"(y/n)..." he pressed a kiss to your hand. "Will you forgive me?"

Finally looking up, you turned to stare him in the eye as you wiped your hand off on your uniform.

His face fell for a moment, before he nodded, getting to his feet. "I'll give you some more time."

Nezuko:

You could hear Nezuko's tentative footsteps behind you, and as she sat down behind you you kept your gaze on the water.

Her gentle touch on your shoulder and her forehead nuzzling your back almost made you lose your composure, yet you held firm, still hurt from your spat earlier.

After a moment of silence, you felt something wet pressed against your jaw. Turning your head, you saw her putting the bamboo gag back on, remorse in her eyes.

With a sigh, you wiped the kiss away. "I can't stay mad at you, Nezuko. C'mere."

Relief flooded her as she lay down in your lap with a happy sigh, your fingers carding through her hair.

Zenitsu:

"(y/nnnnnnnn)," you could hear a whine behind you. "I'm sorryyyyyyyyy..."

You refused to look back.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you..." he dramatically flopped beside you, trying to nuzzle into your side. "Please forgive meeeeeee...!"

Honestly, his dramatic whining was getting a little annoying.

He hugged your arm to his chest and kissed your cheek, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

Unmoved, you slowly reached up with your other hand and wiped off the kiss.

"Uwaaaaaaa... (y/n)-chan is so cruel to meeeeee!" He began crying.

Huffing a sigh, you rolled your eyes and held your arm open. "Stop crying already."

Sniffling, Zenitsu curled into your side, resting his head on your chest, dampening your shirt with his tears.

Inosuke:

Your boyfriend sat next to you in a huff. "(y/n)."

You remained silent.

"I'm... s... I'm sorry," he admitted quietly, fidgeting with his tattered pants.

You looked up at that, eyes widening a fraction in surprise at the admission.

Despite that goofy mask on, you could tell from the slump of his shoulders that he felt just about as bad as you.

Tugging it up and over his head, he looked at you with a frown before leaning in and pressing his face to your cheek for several seconds.

As soon as he pulled away you swiped your hand over the area.

"Hey," he grumped, leaning in and kissing you for real.

When you wiped that one away, he pushed you to the ground. "Stop wiping them, dammit! You can't wipe 'em all away!"

Giyuu:

"(y/n)." You heard your boyfriend's voice from behind, making your heart pang with new pain from your argument.

You refused to speak, sitting in silence at the edge of the dock.

"I'm... I'm sorry, for earlier." You swore you heard his voice crack a little. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have gotten angry."

You bit your lip, blinking as you stared into the water.

No response, even as you felt him sit beside you.

"(y/n)," he begged, "please, look at me."

"If I do that," you answered shakily, "I'm gonna cry."

A hand brushed your face and turned you to face him, and you could see his own gaze wet and his mouth trembling.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, kissing your hand.

Sniffling a little, you wiped the kiss away - and pulled him in for a real one.

Kyojuro:

You sat on the back porch, shivering, haori pulled over your shoulders as you fought to keep from crying. This fight had been nastier than usual - and all you wanted was to cool your head.

The back door quietly sliding open made you pause. Was it Senjuro, coming to comfort you? Or Shinjuro, to complain about your fight with his son?

"(y/n)." It was neither. Kyojuro sat behind you, back to yours, his warmth seeping through your coat.

"What?" Your voice cracked.

"I... I'm sorry."

His hand found yours, and he rested it there.

You fought the urge to pull it away, bowing your head and letting out a sniffle.

When his lips brushed against your knuckles, you really did pull it away - and you wiped it on the front of your shirt, hugging yourself tighter.

Muichiro:

All was quiet in the forest as you stormed away from your boyfriend's home, tears burning your eyes and making your vision blur. You didn't know where you were going, or when you'd return - all you needed was to clear your head.

When Muichiro got mad, he got mad - and it took him a while to calm down. You tried not to think of the things you both said to each other, but the more you walked, the more they came back to your memory.

"Stupid..." you sniffled, wiping your nose as you found a rock to sit on.

"You're right, I am," a voice quietly agreed, and you startled until you realized it was Muichiro's.

You didn't say a word as he stood before you, contrite and upset. "I'm sorry I'm such an asshole, (y/n). You didn't-- you didn't deserve to hear all of that from me."

Closing your eyes, you turned away and folded your arms.

There was a few moments of silence. Then you felt a gentle hand cup your chin, tilting your head up. When you opened your eyes, Muichiro gently pecked your forehead.

"I do love you," he murmured, even as you wiped the kiss away with the back of your hand. "Can we at least... sit together until we can talk it out?"

Nodding, you scooted over so he could sit on the rock.

Shinobu:

"(y/n)," your girlfriend's voice called from the back door. You hid behind a tree, still trying to clean up your tearful face.

With a gentle sigh, Shinobu crossed the yard until she stood before the tree. "(y/n), can we... talk?"

You didn't say a word.

"I'm sorry I said all of that earlier," she admitted. "I shouldn't have snapped at you."

Not a word.

"Please, talk to me," she pleaded.

"... I thought I was being too loud for you," you flatly responded.

She heaved another sigh. "I'm sorry for that too."

Turning to look at where you were crouched, she frowned, guilty - and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Without looking up, you wiped it away and curled into yourself even more.

Gyomei:

"(y/n)..."

At your boyfriend's remorseful voice, you shrank even more into yourself, staring at the riverbed.

"(y/n), please. I'm sorry for everything I said. I... I shouldn't have gotten so upset."

"..."

It was hard to miss his towering form as he stood behind you, the clacking of beads soft in the quiet as he knelt.

"I can handle myself," you said, mirroring your words from before.

"I have no doubts about that. But I... I want to protect you."

Tears dribbled down your face as you finally turned to face him, seeing a similar expression on his face.

"Forgive me for being so callous," he whispered, pressing his lips to your hand.

Sniffling, you wiped it off and leaned in, burying your head in his chest. "I'm sorry too..."

Sanemi:

"(y/n)."

You didn't answer.

Sanemi paused a few feet away, emotions threatening to overtake each other. Guilt, shame, anger - his instincts were demanding he run away, let you be, but he pressed on, coming to a stop behind you.

"(y/n)." He tried again.

"What?" Your voice was sharp, bitter. "Did you come to give me more reasons to leave?"

"I..." damn it, why was this so hard? "I... I'm sorry."

"You should have said that before you told me I should do what's best for both of us and quit slaying. Maybe it'd have meant something."

Red-hot anger coursed through him again, and he turned to glare at the ground. "You're right. I shouldn't have said it. I shouldn't have said any of it. But I did, and I... I apologize. I hurt you."

Finally, you turned. Your tearstreaked face made his heart clench in his chest, even as you regarded him with a glower. "And?" You pressed.

Lips met your own, and it startled you enough to push back. Sanemi looked contrite, guilty, and slowly, you shook your head and wiped your mouth.

"I'm not ready to forgive you," you said quietly, turning away. "And I know you aren't ready for things to go back to the way they were."

Akaza:

Sniffling, you curled up with your favorite stuffed animal under your haori, letting your soft garment block out the world.

It wasn't often that you got into fights with Akaza, but when you did... it reminded you of just how different you both were.

You felt a presence at your doorway, and you hugged the animal tighter.

"(y/n)," his voice was so tired, so guilty, that it made your chest clench. "I'm... so sorry for everything I said. I worry so much about you, but... but I never meant that--"

"I became a slayer so that I could protect myself and my loved ones." You countered quietly, staring at the wall. "Not because I wanted to chase after you, not because I wanted to feel superior or anything - I wanted to do this because it made me feel better about myself."

"I... I know... and I'm sorry." You heard the beads around his ankles clacking softly as he walked closer to you, crouching down beside you. "I'm not used to... loving things. Or people. It's been a long time since I've considered..." he trailed off, and you sniffled. "I love you. So much. I don't want you to ever believe for a second that you're some kind of weakling."

Gently reaching out, he pressed a kiss into your haori, over where your temples would be. "I'm sorry for hurting you, my love."

After a moment of silence, you wiped it away with another sniffle. Looking up, the fabric fell from your head and you let him pull you in, holding you to his chest.

Douma:

"(y/n), my dove, won't you please stop sulking?" Your boyfriend's voice crooned through the door, making you glare at the wall.

"I thought I said I wanted to be alone," you emphasized, curling more into yourself.

There was a moment of silence. Then the door clicked open, and light bled into the room, illuminating him like a halo.

Douma pouted, crossing to your bed and slipping you into his lap. "But I missed you. I'm ready for this little spat to be over, aren't you too?"

"You basically called me a disgrace to my master's legacy," you grit out, red-hot tears prickling your eyes again. "Do you know how many demons I've killed? How many people I've lost?"

"Yes, yes, you've said as much many times." He mused, leaning in to peck your cheek. "Come back to me?"

Scowling, you wiped the kiss away and went to get up.

"Oh, my dear," he sighed in disappointment, reaching out and pulling you back in. "How about this? I'll hold you until you're ready to forgive me."

Kokushibo:

You stormed off into the night, uncaring of where you ended up - probably to your aunt's again, given the wisteria she had around to ward off demons. Your katana clinked at your side in its holster, a reminder of the person you were trying to avoid.

Tears blurred your vision. "Stupid, why am I always so stupid?! Maybe Mom was right... maybe I should've just found a nice partner more my age..."

You were so absorbed in your own anger that you didn't notice someone tailing you. Unseen in the foliage, a demon crouched, ready to strike you.

You turned, startled, as you heard a horrible screech of pain, followed by a demon rushing out of the brush, burning to ash from the blade stuck in its neck. Looking up, you saw your boyfriend calmly exit the brush.

"(y/n)," he said softly, "forgive me for raising my voice at you. Sometimes I forget that you're..."

"I'm what? Weak? Human?" You spat, turning to leave. "Don't think I don't remember how we met. I know you're just waiting to kill me, you made that crystal clear--"

His grip on your forearm made you flinch as he pulled you back towards him. Flush against his chest, your face heated up. Kokushibo held you there, aura unreadable for several long moments. Finally, he took your hand and pressed his lips to it.

"Come home," he implored, letting you go from his hold. "Forgive me, my jewel."

You scowled at the ground, wiping your hand on your uniform shirt.

Muzan:

"I'm back, my dear," your boyfriend announced as he walked into your apartment, handing you a box and kissing your cheek as if nothing had happened.

Still upset from your fight before, you wiped it off when he wasn't looking.

"Dango," he reminded, opening the box and pulling out a stick. "Eat it."

Sighing through your nose, you took the stick and began to chew on the sweet. Despite being upset at him, you couldn't turn down free food. "Thank you," you murmured.

Yoriichi:

Having a fight with someone as placid as your boyfriend was exceedingly rare - and yet, it still happened. The two of you walked off to find a place to cool down - and for you, it was in a tree.

Sniffling, you curled up to the trunk as you tried to stop thinking about the heated argument from earlier. "I miss home," you mourned. "I miss my family."

Suddenly, you felt someone else's presence beside you. You knew it was Yoriichi, even before he gently took your hand.

"I'm sorry," he said quietly. "I'm... so sorry."

"Am I really just a burden to you?" You questioned, voice cracking.

"No. Never. You're never a burden to me. But... I do need to protect you."

You snorted derisively. "Because I'm just a girl?"

"Because I love you."

The sudden confession startled you somewhat, and as you turned to look him in the eye, he pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry I ever made you think you were a burden to me," he said, a painful expression on his face.

Ducking your head, you wiped off your hand. But then you leaned into his shoulder, and he held you to his chest, taking in his familiar woody scent.

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A/N: Please tell me what you thought.