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Sometimes she wondered what the hell happened to her life for this to actually happened.
Utaho shuffled her things to make space for the unconscious adults and teenagers in her home, not wanting them to accidentally injure themselves without actually realizing. All of them wore a gakuran-style uniform. Well, almost all of them. So obviously, your first thought would be that they're students from a school in Japan. Right?
Well, they're armed. And she knows who these people are, the thing she doesn't know is what the fuck they're doing in her home and in her time. Because they're from the Taisho Era, the current time that Demon Slayer took place in. At least they're unconscious... But she should be wary of the blond-haired teenager's incredible superhearing thing. However the hell that actually works. Again, the whole heightened senses thing is really weird, she's never had that in her life before. Her own senses were fucked up.
She shuffled between bodies, careful to not trip, as she slowly took away the weapons. She didn't want them pointing them at her. Who knows what would happen there. She doesn't know how to defend herself against a sharp weapon! She only knows how to punch and kick! And even then, her attacks are weak! She's literally not like how she writes her sona to be.
If anything else happened, though, she had her oldest sibling. When they came home, that was. They were working right now, and Utaho... Well, she couldn't go to school. Not now. She couldn't even go out of the house they currently live in. She'd rather throw herself off of a building than go to school, and that's already a pretty messed up comparison to make if you're sane enough to know her.
Once she's sure she's got all of the weapons away, she puts them all under the couch's seat pillow. It's obviously noticeable, but since her prediction is that they're going to be in too much of a shock to react and yell at her, then at least she'd prefer that they yelled at her without weapons pointed at her. Only then she'd try and not go into an overwhelmed state.
She flinched when the blond kid shuffled, eyes snapping open and sitting up. He turned around, inspecting his surroundings before his eyes fell on her. He blinked. She blinked. There was a peaceful silence for a few moments that she actually appreciated.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOUUUUUUUU???!!!"
And that silence was gone almost immediately, her hands flying up to her ears as she winced. She actually missed the silence from earlier. Utaho wonders what she did wrong in her life for this to happen. Was it because she was a hikikomori who did her studies online? Or was it because she wrote fanfic? Or maybe God just didn't like her today. Which greek deity did she piss off today? She was pretty sure she didn't skip her routine.
Zenitsu watched as the pretty girl in front of him covered her ears because of his shouting, her sounds straining from surprise and displeasure. He felt bad, but she was a stranger! And he didn't know where he was! It was a totally normal reaction. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Am- Am I dead!? Is this Heaven!? I-I didn't- Oh my gooood!" he sobbed, tears streaming down his face and snot crawling out of his nose "I knew it! I knew I shouldn't have become a Demon Slayer! I'm dead! I'm toooootally dead! Nooohohohoho! I haven't even gotten to marry Nezuko-chan! I didn't get to say goodbye to Gramps! I-"
"H-Hey..." the girl's quiet, rough voice called. He blinked, noticing the way she was kneeling down in front of him with a concerned glint in her eyes. When did she get there? Was she a ghost?! No- Wait, no, she can hear her heart beating. So she's not a ghost. Probably. Wait- Do ghosts have hearts?- Why is he even thinking about this!? He's dead!
"Is- Is this Heaven..?" he can't help but ask. The girl shook her head, denying the claim without the need to use her words. So he wasn't dead...
He...
He wasn't dead?
He wasn't dead?!
He wasn't dead!
Zenitsu cried loudly in joy, throwing his hands up in the air, accidentally hitting the girl straight in the jaw. She recoiled back, bringing a hand to her jaw and wincing. He blinked, the realization of what he did on accident settling in almost immediately. He just hit a woman.
HE JUST HIT A WOMAN ON ACCIDENT!
"I-I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" he gasped, franctically waving his hands around while actively trying to avoid hitting her. She sweatdropped. Her sounds weren't... angry, but rather exhausted, something he didn't understand. Huh? Why wasn't she angry? He just hit her. Sure, it was an accident, but he still hit her.
"It's okay." came her response as she continued to rub her jaw "It was an accident. So it's fine." she assured him. He shook his head.
"Still! I hit you!" he insisted.
"Not on purpose. It's fine." she repeated, waving her hand around dismissively. What if she bruised, though?! He'd never forgive himself for that! He opened his mouth to speak, but she shushed him. He blinked.
"Eh?"
"You should take deep breaths. Try and calm down. Panicking isn't good." she told him, her voice was soft, gentle. Akin to an older sibling's. It almost reminded him of Kaigaku. Almost. Except Kaigaku was an asshole. Straight up. But he was still his older brother- well, older brother figure, so!
But... He was fine, wasn't he? Sure, he woke up in a strange place with his friends all here and he doesn't know where he is...
Wait.
"WHERE IN THE WORLD ARE WE?!"
It took Utaho... Longer than she'd like to admit to actually calm down the blond. She almost gave up right then and there and almost left to pray to any greek deities to help her. But if she left him alone, then it'd just be a worse situation for her. So she settled by calming down the blond the same way her siblings would always do when she cried.
Rubbing circles on her back while letting her cry out all of her issues.
Granted, her attacks were definitely not as severe as the boy's. So it was a bit more difficult to coax him into a calmer state. But she did it, so she mentally breakdanced in victory. But that was just one problem gone. Because there were still...
Utaho paused, counting with her fingers the asleep bodies.
Six.
There are still six more people unconscious and they'd wake up eventually. And she knew that at least one of them was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with because of their loudness. So she'd basically be preparing herself mentally while she waited.
"Um... Do you want a sandwich? I can- well- make one."
"Oh- Uh- Um. S-Sure!"
Well, the blond was definitely calmer now, which was... better than she expected. She gave him an awkward smile as she got up, heading to the kitchen and him following after her like a lost puppy. It was adorable, actually.
It was a rather simple task to make the sandwich. Just get two slices of bread and some cheese, heat it up in the microwave, and a warm sandwich was done! She placed the plate in front of him, seeing the way he stared at it with a gleam of shock. The cheese had melted slightly, and it was the best part of the meal. The melted cheese was heavenly. "It's not... something fancy, but it usually works when I'm hungry myself." she said. He took a bite, his face lighting up even more in joy.
"So good!" he squealed. Utaho just smiled in response, the reaction was the same when she had first tried it out.