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Sanemi’s eyes blinked open, a bright light shining into his eyes. What had happened? He pushed himself to remember.

It had been the night of his 25th birthday. Tomioka had passed away earlier in the year, leaving him with the Kamados and their little group that remained after the final battle. He had been traveling through Japan, collecting trinkets (sending some to the group, mainly Nezuko, but he wouldn’t admit that) among them included little pinwheels of various colors and designs. He kept them all in a box that a few days before his birthday, he sent it with Sorai to give to the Kamados and ordered him to stay with them and keep Kanzaburo company in his fleeting moments. (How that crow was still alive was a mystery, but Kanao, with agreement from Inosuke, deduced he wouldn’t last much longer without Giyuu.) 

He had told the staff at the ryokan of his situation – they were very distraught and had the town doctor come to check on him – and said to expect him dead in the morning. That night, he laid on the futon, looking at the ceiling and remembered all the mistakes and misfortune from his life. Every single thing he could’ve done better to keep everyone, his family, Genya , safe. He realized he had many regrets. Regrets with Tomioka, not getting to know him more while everyone was still alive, years of friendship that he missed because they were shit at communicating with each other.

He missed Iguro, his snarky comments he made with Sanemi, the hatred they shared for the Kamados, the small conversations they would have when they were alone, just the two of them, at one of their estates. He missed how annoying Uzui would be, and Rengoku whenever he ate. Rengoku’s large, blinding smiles and presence. He missed his check-ups from Shinobu, how she cared in her own weird way, blocking him and everyone else but Master from getting close. He missed Kanae, her big personality, her beautiful breathing style and how she was just so kind to him. 

He sat, his hands intertwined resting on his stomach, and he thought. He was man enough to admit that he did shed a few tears. He was going to die how he deserved, alone, without the warmth and kindness needlessly shown to him by the Kamados, without Genya, Giyuu, or Sorai. He let his eyes close as sleep overcame him.

Then, he was at this weird crossroad. This weird in between that of heaven and hell. In heaven, he saw Genya, spending time with everyone, Sumi, Teiko, Shuya, Hiroshi and Koto. They were sitting in a grassy field, surrounded by flowers, making flower crowns with each other. He could faintly see Muichiro and someone who looked like his exact copy, probably a twin, running nearby.

In hell he saw his mother, watching him with tears in her eyes. He approached her, talked with her, they both apologized about what had happened, and he had offered to walk with her to hell, when his father came, wrenching her away and shoving Sanemi. He remembered falling, but he didn’t stop, almost as if he was being dragged away. 

And now, he was here. He saw a woman with white hair, pale skin and wide, sharp, purple eyes. She held his face gently and once he opened his eyes she frantically called the name of someone else.

A man with black hair and tanned skin hurried in, holding some green rectangle. He held it up to Sanemi and put it close to him, the box making faint clicking sounds.

Sanemi, the very least to say, wasn’t very happy. He held his hands in front of his face, they were small, round, and chubby, bare of scars but still retaining the tanned coloring. His brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth were brought down.

And the days drew on, long, boring days. Sanemi hated it. Everyday was the same, eventually he would enter preschool, though he never made any friends. The teachers would say he was, “overly mature for his age,” and would ask them questions on what media he would consume. His “parents” would always answer, “Barely anything, he will watch the news with us sometimes but most shows for his age he doesn’t like.” He was so tired of this already. He was meant to be dead, and if he wasn’t dead then he didn’t want to be a damn baby. He wanted to be out there, fighting. Though now he had nothing to fight for.

He was in kindergarten when it had happened. His birthday was a few weeks ago – they celebrated in class, his parents making him bring in treats for everyone else. At this point in time, he had given up on fighting it. He would watch the stupid shows his parents put on, build things with the blocks that were called legos, and play with his toys (the only toys he willing played with were pinwheels and sticks that he would practice hitting things like the large stuffed bear that sat in his room taunting him. He hated that damn thing.) – and he had been running around with some other toddlers, waving around sticks. He had taught them a game, where some kids would be demons, and others would be demon slayers, then they would chase each other around the playground waving sticks – the slayers – and throwing rocks – the demons – (though this game was very quickly banned by the teachers after the incident when they found out, said something about being a “quirkist” slur,) Sanemi had gotten hit in the head by one of the demons, falling and skinning his knee. The other kids started panicking and some started crying , the babies, and a teacher rushed over to help. 

He was brought to the nurse, and when the aid and nurse started feeling woozy, they called emergency services and he was brought to a hospital.

Sanemi was glaring the whole time, it was a minor injury and everyone was overreacting really, but his parents were called as the doctors ran a few tests.

The whole time Sanemi sat there, swinging his feet, occasionally reaching and touching the injury on his head that an icepack had been wrapped to. Soon, his parents came, all worried and freaking out, rushing to see if he was okay. He was repeatedly telling them he was completely fine, when a doctor came in and sat them down.

“So, we ran a few tests on his blood and did a quick medical history. You two have quirks, correct?” He asked, gesturing his hand out.

They both nodded. “My quirk allows me to consume alcohol and replicate it with my blood, and my husband's is a mutant quirk, he has these large fangs, though they don’t do much, see?” Sanemi’s father grinned, showing four large fangs, two on top and two on the bottom. Like a demon, Sanemi thought, how had he never noticed them before? 

The doctor nodded, “Well, Sanemi’s quirk seems to replicate yours the most, his blood replicates the effects of alcohol automatically, and when exposed to the open air, anyone who smells it will be affected.”

Sanemi’s parents took very well to this, excitedly hugging and congratulating him. Sanemi could only stare at the doctor. “What’s a quirk?”

The doctor raised an eyebrow, “You don’t know what a quirk is? I would think you would be waiting to get one by now, most kids your age are. Well, a quirk is an ability, like a fingerprint, unique to each individual who has one, it can range to be anything really, but there are four categories, Emitter, Transformation, Mutant, and Heteromorphic. Yours happens to be an emitter, like your mother’s, and your father’s would be a mutant quirk.”

Sanemi’s brow furrowed. His parents said thank you to the doctor and took him to the car. He was put in his stupid booster seat and they ended up getting him a “reward,” a burger and ice-cream from a fast food place. He slowly ate his food, thinking about what he had learned.

His breakdown of it was; humans had evolved to become demons, in a sense. Not the exact same, he knew, and when he made this comparison to his parents they had been a bit angered. They scolded him that to think that was wrong, it was very harmful to others and was a form of prejudice, one that they were firm on him unlearning. He nodded, and took his father’s tablet from his chair and brought it to his room, delving into researching quirks and quirkism.

Another year later, just about, he had turned six, his mother became pregnant (he really didn’t want to think on how,) and after a trip to the hospital, which left him in the care of a neighbor for a few days ( a few days he willed himself to forget, willed himself to never remember,) they returned, with a healthy baby boy. A boy that looked identical to Genya. The rest of the week he spent fawning over him, bringing him all his toys and plushies, begging his parents to name him Genya, pleading at one point, till they finally caved and then that was it, his name. Sanemi knew it was wrong, probably, renaming some new baby the name of his dead baby brother, but he had just a sliver of hope that Genya remembered, anything at the very least.

Genya began to grow up, they moved to another house (Sanemi had gotten the courage to tell them what happened, it was only once, but they reported it to the police but nothing was done, so they decided to eliminate the threat,) and Sanemi’s siblings slowly started to return. 

Sanemi spent lots of time educating them on quirks, so that they would know, especially after Genya also compared them to demons (he hoped this was the small sign he remembered,) and when Genya turned five, he gained his own quirk. All four of his canines had fallen out, and were replaced with large fangs, like their father. When they went to the doctor, they were told that using his fangs (like a vampire? Sumi asked. In a way, the doctor said,) he would be able to consume the blood of someone and temporarily obtain their quirk. The man seems… solemn, telling them. When Sanemi looked at his parents, he was confused by what he saw. When he gained his quirk they had been so happy, but now they looked sad, almost angry, they thanked the doctor for his time and drove back home. They didn’t stop to get Genya a reward and just… brought them back into the house.

After that, Sanemi could see the shift in how his parents treated him, the others got quirks like their father, fangs, some dealing with saliva or breath like Sanemi’s blood (ew, Sumi said,) the rest were born with fangs like their father, just a simple mutation that did nothing. When Teiko and Koto had gotten their quirks, their parents were similar to how they were with Sanemi, happy, getting them a treat afterwards.

That really bothered Sanemi. He could see how they only spent the required time with him, how they would miss his school events, his plays and parties. They always made time for Sanemi, and they continued with Sumi, Teiko, Hoto, Shuya, and Hiroshi. When Sanemi turned eighteen, he got his driver's license and made sure to be at every single one of Genya’s events. He remembers sitting close to the front, it was a play to wrap off their grade school career, and seeing Genya come out, searching the crowd with a defeated look, and then right when he saw Sanemi he smiled the biggest smile Sanemi ever saw.

Throughout junior high school he was there for everything. He made sure to routinely check on Genya throughout the week, despite his work he had owning an agency, one that would hire kids that couldn’t get into school or drop-outs like Sanemi, continue their training and provide an education. He did his best with a few funds from big heroes, some from Hawks and Midnight, a bit from Eraserhead and Present Mic, and a few scraps here and there from others. He mainly got the funding through Yushiro; a demon still alive after two hundred years. He had become a famous artist and earned lots of money, faking his death every eighty years and reemerging as the son of the former.

Sanemi worked his ass off, he retrained his body when he was about twelve, joining athletic extracurriculars (very much dominating in them, thank you,) and training himself beyond his limits. His parents had gotten concerned, always asking him to slow down, but he knew he couldn’t. He needed to be a hero. That was what he was born to do, in every life, no matter what.

He needed to stop a society from collapsing because of its own weaknesses. He needed to fix these fucking bigots.

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When Genya was thirteen, Sanemi became a Pro Hero. He was known as Kaze, and he was praised for being one of the youngest heroes to start their own agency. 

The agency was run by the hashira, or pillars. Each pillar would train the new members into how to become a hero, Obanai taught hand to hand combat and precision, Tengen taught fitness and stamina, Gyomei taught muscle amplification and meditation, Muichiro taught agility and speed, how to predict your opponent's attacks moments before they strike. Sanemi and Mitsuri would spar with the students occasionally, when they had free time away from their heroic duties. Giyuu and Kyojuro would teach the members on the more official duties they would face as a hero, paperwork, meetings, press conferences and public appearance. Shinobu and Kanae provided both physical and mental medical support to the members, occasionally teaching basic field medical aid and signs of distress or a mental attack.

Genya had been their first student, he was their student for three years before they decided to have him enroll into UA, and to say he was nervous would be an understatement, in his opinion.

Muichiro must’ve realized this as well, because he was quickly on his back on the floor of the dojo with Mui’s foot on his chest to pin him down.

“You're nervous. Why?”

Genya let his head thud on the floor with a sigh, “I don’t know! It’s just nerve racking, the school produces some of the best heroes and what if I’m not good enough?”

Muichiro’s brow furrowed and he gave him a confused smile, stepping off and giving him his hand, “Are the heroes better than us? Because we’ve been doing this for years and none of us are heroes,”

Genya sputtered, gesturing wildly with his hands, “Well– I mean– Gah!” He covered his face with his hand with a groan, “I don’t know, it might just be because… well, if I do become a hero, everyone across Japan will be watching me whenever I do my job and… I guess that pressure is stressing me out.”

Muichiro took his hand, holding it with one hand and covering it with the other, “I think you would be a great hero, I think you’ll always be a great hero,” He gave him a soft smile and Genya felt his face heat up. “Th-Thanks Mui…” he returned the smile–

“OI! You two fuck nuggets! Quit being freakshows! Genya! We are going over the test again, come on!” Sanemi shouted from the other side of the dojo. Genya jumped, taking back his hand before turning around, “Yes Nemi! Bye Mui!” He waved to the boy before hurrying towards Sanemi.

He was dragged into one of the meeting rooms and sat in a chair. Sanemi gave him a thick packet of paper and a pencil and set the timer once Genya started.

That’s how his morning went, from five till nine, he would go back and forth between going over the written exam and sparring with the hashiras. He just finished his fourth exam when the timer went off.

“Alright, let me see…” Sanemi took it and sat down at the head of the table next to Genya, looking between his newest attempt and the one Sanemi had filled out with all the answers.

He sat nervously, messing with his nails, “Alright, this is your best attempt. You got a 90, it’s good, but just remember, it might not be enough okay?” Sanemi leveled him with a stern look, pointing his pen at him. Genya nodded determinedly, “I will do better on the exam. I promise.”

Sanemi gave him a small smile before he stood up and messed up Genya’s hair. “Alright, go get your uniform on we got to go in ten got it?”

Genya batted him away before nodding.

He had gotten ready and met Sanemi out by the car, a white sedan that has definitely seen better days, he was greeted by the Hashiras all waiting for him in front of the agency.

“Kyaa! Genya we are so proud of you, you’re going to do great!” Mitsuri hurriedly rushed to wrap him in a tight hug, hoisting him off the ground. 

“I agree with Mitsuri! You will do wonderful on the exam!” Kyojuro boasted with a large smile. “Yeah, and if you don’t we’ll make you run laps until you drop,” Tengen grinned, Obanai elbowed Tengen but turned to Genya, “You better beat those wannabes asses got it?” Gyomei gave him a sharp look before approaching Mitsuri, resting a hand on her shoulder and one on his head, “You will make us proud no matter what,” he gave a soft smile and Genya’s eyes started to burn. Mitsuri set Genya down with a quick apology before rubbing her eyes, “Oh my goodness, I’m just so proud of you!” She started to sniffle and rushed over to Obanai as he held her hand. Shinobu gave him a soft smile and a wink, “Just remember us once you're a bigshot okay?” Genya laughed softly before being approached by Kanae, she rested her hands on his shoulders before saying, “You can do this.”

Genya blinked away a few tears with a nod before moving to the car to go, “Alright, we are all sappy I got it but we need to get there before 9:30!” Sanemi said, opening the driver’s door, Giyuu was already in the passenger seat. Muichiro quickly rushed to him as Genya opened his door, pulled him down by his face and gave him a small peck on the cheek, “Good luck!”

Sanemi shooed Muichiro away and Genya slipped into the car, face red.

They arrived at the school, a large modern building looming over the courtyard. Giyuu turned around in his seat to face Genya, pulling out a small bag and handing it to him. “The school permitted use of your gun, so they’ll give it to you for the practical, and Mitsuri baked you some muffins with her and Kyojuro’s blood for you to eat for your quirk.” Genya scrunched up his nose before taking the bag and thanking him, getting out of the car.

Sanemi rolled down his window as Genya started to walk away, “Beat their asses!” He shouted before driving off.

Genya’s face was red by the looks some of the kids there were giving him, but he hurried into the building to get checked in.

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Giyuu was surprised. He remembered passing away. It was rather peaceful, in his estate, which had been furnished over the few years since killing Muzan, courtesy to Tanjiro and Nezuko. He was surrounded by both of them, their friends, some surviving demon slayers, and Sanemi. It meant the world to him that Sanemi sat with Giyuu’s head on his lap the whole night until the morning of his 25th birthday, on which his body deteriorated and he passed away in his sleep. 

But then Giyuu woke up, woke up to two parents who shared a striking resemblance to his own from before, and to the beautiful face of his sister Tsutako, staring down at him. From the moment he set his eyes on her face, tears started streaming down his face. She immediately worried she had done something wrong, and despite his parent’s tries, he couldn’t stop crying. He couldn’t stop until he was passed to his sister, to which he just clutched her shirt and held her as close as his small baby body allowed him.

One striking difference between his first life and his second was that he was born in the body of a girl. His parents raised him as such, and he was honestly, deeply confused. In all his memories he had been a man, and to be a girl now just seemed… wrong. He traversed this path and tried , really tried to get used to it, but nothing he did helped.

Throughout school, he was outcasted amongst his peers. He was quirkless, whether his quirk was eight years late , or he just wasn’t getting one (the option he had decided was his fate at this point) he never developed one at five. All the new friends he had made in grade school quickly left him once they found out, so once again, he was being outcasted by his peers. It seemed that in every life he would always manage to do something wrong.

That was when he started middle school, he was approached by the familiar, loving face of Sabito. He walked right up to him and sat down to his left, introduced himself, and from that point on he hadn’t left Giyuu’s side since.

Sabito was the first person Giyuu told that he felt like a boy. The first person he told that he hated being a girl. Sabito sat and talked through these feelings with him, and concluded that he was transgender. Giyuu didn’t know what that was- he didn’t watch much television or go on the internet much (much to his parents' delight), he rather spend his time practicing his swordsmanship and breathing styles (much to his parents' dismay)- so Sabito explained to him what it was and among that the LGBTQ+ community as a whole. He even added that he was a part of the community, something called Aroace, which was two different things, asexual and aromantic. Once explained the meaning of that the two hugged in their newfound companionship, and the conversation slowly moved to why Giyuu felt that way, as he had a reason and wished to share it, which led them to talk about Giyuu’s previous life.

Sabito was quite excited to hear Giyuu’s story, especially when he mentioned that the two of them had met in their previous life. Giyuu told him all the stories he could remember about him, avoiding the story of his death, just for now… and he told them about water breathing and demon-slaying, to which Sabito quickly wanted him to teach him all he remembered about it, which led to almost daily visits to the park next to their apartments where they practiced every day.

One day, Giyuu mentioned they were given fox masks by their mentor, Urokodaki, to which Sabito jumped up and pulled him by the sleeve to a nearby shop. It was a small, out-of-the-way knick-knack shop, and at the very back wall, it held the same fox masks from Giyuu’s memory. Giyuu approached his mask, a simple white mask, with red ears, blue eyes, and large black angry eyebrows- Sensei always said Giyuu’s face was too gentle- to give it a serious expression. Giyuu didn’t know how long he looked at it, but it was long enough that Sabito placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Giyuu showed Sabito the mask that resembled his, the pure black eyes with a large scar on the cheek and similar red ears. They both put them on and laughed, Giyuu’s smile grew wider, and Sabito gave the man at the counter the yen he requested.

Giyuu’s life had been wonderful, everything was going great, he had his parents, Tsutako, and Sabito, all that was missing was Sanemi, the Kamados, and the other Hashira. Giyuu promised himself that if he ever met the others again he would do things differently, and this time he would do his best to befriend them. Everything was riding at a high, until the day of Sabito’s birthday. Giyuu was wearing his mask, carrying a large cake Tsutako had helped him bake, while she carried the present he had. It was a sword, a dull one, sure, but an exact replica from his memory of what Sabito’s sword looked like. They had planned to meet at the park they trained at, and the two of them sat there and waited. And waited, and waited some more. Hours and hours passed but Sabito never came. 

After the fourth hour, Tsutako grabbed a drowsy Giyuu and gently guided him to their apartment, placing the cake and gift back on the table, and going to Sabito’s guardian’s house. She then returned, solemnly to Giyuu, who sat waiting on the couch.

“Is he sick?” He asked,

Tsutako’s face turned dimmer, and he could see the tears well in her eyes. “Sabito… Sabito never came home after school yesterday, they filed a missing persons report this morning and the police found his fox mask, but other than that they have no leads, I’m so sorry ‘Yuu,” she came and gave him one of her great big sister hugs, but it didn’t work this time. He started to cry silently before beginning to sob. Their parents came out of the office to check on them, to which Tsutako explained the story and they both gave their condolences to him along with a small hug, as Giyuu wouldn’t let go of his sister right now. 

After that day, Giyuu would mope, sulk, and hide in his room all day. He began missing school in his sorrow, that was until he was approached by Tsutako.

“Giyuu, this isn’t healthy,” she said, standing in his doorway. He gave a small nod of acknowledgment. He felt the bed beside him dip with extra weight and a comforting hand was placed on his back. “‘Yuu, Sabito wouldn’t want you to give up on your guys’... training, just because he’s missing. He would want you to keep going, right?” She rubbed his back and he sat up, leaning into her shoulder. She gave him a small kiss on his head before she squeezed his shoulder.

Giyuu sat with her words for a minute. Turned them over in his head before creating his resolve. He knew he couldn’t be a hero, not without a quirk, but demon slayers weren’t recognized by the government, so why should he have to this time? He would help find Sabito the best way he knew how, by fighting. His resolve was to become a vigilante, and the only way he would be able to be one was by training, so he took his bokken and ran to the park with his mask, which he spent every day he had training till he dropped.

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The Last thing Shinobu remembered was holding Douma’s decapitated head in her hand, him professing his love, and her telling him to fuck off. She thought that would be it, a seemingly happy ending to her miserable story, but then she woke up, in the arms of her mother. Again? Was her first thought, but then she saw her father, and- Kanae, there she was, her beloved older sister. She made grabby hands towards her, as she was in the petite body of a small infant child, and was soon handed over to her currently three-year-old sister, her father supporting her small, weak, toddler arms.

Shinbou grew up, still once again, being her small stature but at least this time she was able to be with Kanae. When Kanae turned five she developed her quirk, the ability to mimic poisons from flowers that she either digested or had injected into her blood, and when Shinobu turned five she gained a similar quirk, but she was able to mimic any poison ingested in her body whether it be from eating bugs, flowers, or chemical poisons straight from the bottle.

When Kanae began middle school- Shinobu only being grade 5- she met Sanemi, and they quickly became close friends again. Kanae introduced the two one day after school, and Shinobu simply asked him, “Do you remember?” and, while she thought he was going to say, “No what the actual fuck are you talking about,” he instead gave her a simple, quiet, “Yeah,” which relieved her, as Kanae couldn’t remember much besides the movements and training for her flower breathing.

Shinobu started middle school, and she immediately knew that the children here had no idea what they were getting into. Almost every single one of them wanted to be a hero and among those only a few had the ambitious dream to go to U.A. Often, when asked why, they would always say to be like some hero, or to be strong or famous, rarely had she heard “to help people” and she definitely never heard, “to make a difference.”

It made her unexplainably mad. When she explained this to her sister, Kanae said, “‘Bu, I think you have a high sense of justice. You have the heart of a hero.” To which, she understood to a point. It was probably one of those mental things Kanae had begun researching after she graduated middle school.

One morning, when Shinobu was alone in their quaint house, she was disrupted by the large disturbance of Kanae throwing the door open with one hand, and dragging Sanemi into the house with the other. In the former hand, she was waving around an envelope, a letter, and a- a hologram disk? She couldn’t be sure, but she was quickly informed by her sister.

“We got accepted! We got accepted into UA!” Kanae practically beamed at her, shaking Sanemi at her side.

“Wait, Sanemi, I thought you weren’t going to UA?” Shinobu asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Yeah, well I wasn’t. I didn’t want to but Kanae begged me to apply and I scored 100 on the written part and I got 62 combat points and 20 rescue points when she dragged me to the exam so I guess I got in.” He shrugged, before turning to Kanae with a furrowed brow, “This does not mean I won’t drop out if it gets boring as shit, got it?”

She laughed and brushed him off, “Please! It’s Japan’s national hero school, what would possibly be boring?”

Their year had been going well, Sanemi had yet to drop out and they both were getting good grades, that was until it came crashing down, a bit literally.

While on their apprenticeship with Midnight, Sanemi and Kanae had gotten stuck in a collapsing building. Sanemi had managed to drag out the remaining citizens as the villain used his extendable arms to decimate the supports. Kanae had gotten stuck when a falling piece of debris trapped her arm in a tight hole. As more heroes came to the scene and carried the rubble away, Sanemi screamed his head off at all of them to hurry since he wasn’t being allowed to help, they managed to uncover her, mostly okay, with a few broken bones and a collapsed lung but a quick rush to the hospital quickly reinflated it and she was treated by the doctors and their medical quirks.

Shinobu stayed by her bed for the next few days when Kanae was put on bed rest. They brought her home after that and her parents urgently insisted she take the rest of her school-free days off to rethink becoming a hero.

Shinobu set up a cot in Kanae’s room and she sat at her desk all day while Kanae either slept or made conversation. On an afternoon when Shinobu had slipped some melatonin in Kanae’s tea since she was insistent on not needing to sleep so often due to the doctor’s quirk treatment, Sanemi came by.

Shinobu opened the door to be greeted by Sanemi and a ten-year-old Genya. She guided Genya towards the spare room the three friends had made into a dojo for training and set him up with a bokken. Afterwards, she guided Sanemi back to the sitting room where she began to make tea in the adjacent kitchen.

“I’m leaving UA.” He said as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Shinobu glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

“I think that might be best. I’ve been talking to Kanae about leaving and continuing her research on mental health. She got really into it before high school, so I think it would be good for her.” She brought two cups of bancha tea and handed Sanemi’s cup to him.

He gave her a small nod before taking a sip. “What are you planning on doing for high school?”

She took a slow drink from her cup, “I think I’ll continue medicine again, but… I might continue insect breathing and do my best to protect the public. I don’t know where to start though, because I know I don’t want to go to UA after that performance and I don’t wish to train under a hero.”

“You could become a vigilante. It’s illegal to use your quirk without a hero license but if you just use insect breathing then I don’t see how they could arrest you.”

Shinobu nodded in acknowledgment, “And is that your plan? I thought you planned on using your quirk.”

He rolled his eyes before thoughtfully looking into the cup. “I’m going to try and apply at a hero agency. I already have my license and I think if they interview me I’ll be able to get by without graduating from school.”

Shinobu downed the rest of her tea and gave a quick nod, “I think you’ll manage, besides, you were one of the strongest among us before, I think you’ll be able to do it again.” And she collected Sanemi’s unfinished cup, against his protest, and placed them in the sink to be washed, before leading him to Kanae’s room where she left the two to talk- Not before Kanae scolded her for putting melatonin in her tea.

She had a soft smile as she left the room and went to join Genya, with whom she practiced Gyomei’s meditation methods that Genya vaguely remembered.

Her mind was now set, if the heroes couldn’t protect her family, then she guessed she’d have to do it herself.

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If you were to ask Mitsuri, she would say that for a demon slayer, her death was rather peaceful. She was able to aid in the death of Muzan Kibutsuji and in the end died wrapped in the arms of her most favorite person in the world, Obanai. She figured that after that, it would be it. What she hadn’t expected was for her to be reborn to two parents who looked almost identical to her original, the skin if not a bit more of a dull tan than before. When she was born, she developed a quirk like her mother and father, she had extreme muscle density, making her extremely strong despite little to no exercise. The reason she developed her quirk at birth, she was told in grade school, was that it was a mutation quirk, and mutation quirks develop immediately,

She was quick to pick up on the ins and outs of her new life, she learned about quirks, its history, society almost 500 years later, and all the trends that came before.

As the years progressed, Mitsuri was introduced to her neighbors at a friendly dinner. The neighbors in the houses next to hers came and the one from across the street as well, and when she laid eyes on the son only a year older than her, she squealed, jumping in the air and rushing and pulling Kyojuro up into the air in a tight hug.

Before she realized what she had done, she heard Kyojuro’s glorious laugh as he leaned in,- it wasn’t like he had a choice, he was about a foot off the ground- it was amazing, it had been so long since she had last heard that laugh, seen his face, been able to crush him in one of her big sister hugs.

The party had been wonderful. Mitsuri finally saw Senjuro again, and she finally put a face to the name of Ruka.

Her parents never had any more siblings like she had previously, instead they took to often fostering different kids. Her parents made it their main job to work with the agents to find them the perfect home, and they were often successful. Mitsuri would frequently help care for them and spend time with them when her parents couldn’t and had to work their paying jobs.

Mitsuri ended up getting very close with multiple kids, and she kept in contact with each one, eventually getting social media platforms (after begging her parents) to keep them all updated in a simple, easy way. By the end of the week she already had around 100 followers on each of her platforms, and she didn’t even know some of them.

Despite not needing to exercise, she would practice every day, lifting weights for two hours, pilates for three (half in the morning and half at night), ballet for another two, and finally ribbon dancing for one hour. She kept her schedule busy, especially when there weren’t any foster kids staying, and during breaks- or sneaking peeks at school- she would talk in group chats or with individuals on platforms like Tumblr, Discord, and Instagram, and she gained many online friends, which kept her busy outside of training.

Kyojuro left for middle school a year before Mitsuri, to which he enthusiastically informed her of who she met that day, along with the surprise of bringing them with him.

They had agreed to meet after school at the restaurant her parents owned. She sat in a booth near the door, watching the door and sparing glances at her phone at what her friends were talking about (something about a new anime, she didn’t really know, she never had much time to watch TV). She opened up her camera to check her appearance, her hair still in a bun that her mother had helped her do, she adjusted her dull pink sweater, and pulled up a pair of leggings before brushing out a ruffled black skirt with a green hue.

She had been responding to one of her friend’s questions directed at her when the room filled with the cold autumn air. She looked up and saw Kyojuro, dressed in his large coat, an Endeavor scarf - she asked why he liked Endeavor one day, as she had done some research on the heroes of today and found he was often depicted as one of the best heroes, but she was explained it was a gift from his Aunt, as his Uncle was Endeavor, but he in no way liked the hero as he said Endeavor often treated his children and wife awfully, and his mother never liked him. - as well as a pair of rain boots Mitsuri had bought for him the previous year.

Kyojuro walked in first, holding the door open to a short, pale boy with black hair pulled into a short ponytail with small strands loose here and there. The boy was wearing a large, deep and dull pink coat that went past his knees, a pair of army green rain boots decorated with little lighter green flowers, he also had a white neck gaiter secured to his face. He scanned the restaurant with dual-colored eyes, and the moment he saw Mitsuri she could tell he tensed.

Mitsuri jolted in surprise when she saw him, before quickly standing up after hitting her hands on the table, and awkwardly shuffling out of the booth and bolting over to him, grabbing him into a tight hug, pulling him up off his feet.

“Obanai! Ohmigosh! It’s you isn’t it, oh you won’t believe how happy I am I could just burst!” Mitsuri rattled out, squishing her cheek into his and squeezing him tighter.

“Kanroji, I’m very glad to see you too but you’re starting to restrict my air-” He rasped, patting her arms from where his were pinned at his sides. She quickly rushed out an apology before setting him on his feet.

“It is lovely to see you two together again, but I think we should take a seat and discuss a few things before we eat!” Kyojuro boomed. Mitsuri quickly took Obanai’s hand and brought him to the booth where her phone was, hurrying him into the spot next to the wall before she slipped in next to him. Kyojuro took the seat on the other side and crossed his arms over his chest, a large smile on his face.

“Mitsuri and I have been discussing what we wish to do for high school, and we have decided we are going to try our hand at joining UA!” He announced, “We were wondering if you wished to join us!”

Obanai rubbed at his sleeve nervously between two fingers, before sighing, “I don’t think I would be able to. I… I’m quirkless…” He stared at the wood grain on the table while pulling at the zipper of his coat.

Mitsuri’s eyebrows drew together as she turned to him, “What does that have to do with UA?”

He looked up at her, confused. “People don’t like people without quirks. I… People don’t like me because of it. The only way I would get into UA is if I used serpent breathing but I just… I don’t think they would let me get in even if I had good scores.”

She furrowed her expression, looking at Kyojuro for some more explanation.

“Obanai has told me he hasn’t been able to make any friends since kindergarten, and when I first saw him he was being ridiculed by our classmates.” He explained with a slight frown, “I believe he wishes to simply go unnoticed until our educational career is over.”

Mitsuri frowned before she brought her arm around Obanai and squeezed him. “Well, that’s bullshit.” She said, earning herself a surprised look from Obanai and a chuckle from Kyojuro. “You know what we are going to do? We are going to show those jerk middle schoolers that you’re way cooler than them even without a quirk. Besides, before you didn’t need any fancy powers to be a Hashira, so why should you need them now?”

Obanai looked between her and Kyojuro before his eyes crinkled into a smile. “Thank you Kanroji, really. You mean a lot to me.” he leaned into her hold, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Of course! I’ll always be here, besides, you made a promise to marry me and I am going to keep you to your word!” She smiled as Obanai’s face flushed a furious red.

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ヾ(•＾▽＾•) hello! I have returned with renewed ideas and motivation! I am going to be working on chapters and I should be able to get to chapter three by the end of this week including finishing the prologues. I am also going to be rewriting what I have already wrote to fix some errors or included some bits I didn't think of before hand.