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Yandere! Kagaya Ubuyashiki x S/O
Amane knew, she figured she had always known, that his smile hid something. It was eerily calming, just as those smiles engraved on the Buddha statues littered across their estate. He always flashed his charming smile. Even at inappropriate times. The worst moment of it all happened on a still night. The type of night where one could be in the comforts of their home, yet still feel a sense of unease. That’s exactly how Amane felt.
The evening was like every other. Kagaya’s work was done for the day, so he opted to drink some tea while seated marginal to Amane. They silently basked in each other’s presence as their children happily tossed a temari to one another. All was calm, mysteriously so, considering their family’s occupation. Amane nervously glanced at her husband, then her children. They were all happy, peaceful even. Just why couldn’t she feel the same?
Just as Amane thought the feeling of dread, was simply just a feeling, her eldest entered the room and spoke in a hurried voice. Hinaki described that a hashira had been left nearly mangled on the estate’s front step. With a gasp, Amane rushed to the entrance to aid the hashira. Just as her daughter had said, the hashira was indeed a bloodied mess. Their once vibrant haori was stained, while their demon slayer uniform was nearly shredded to pieces.
As soon as Amane lifted the hasira’s body, her husband appeared from the depths of their estate. There was no urgency in his movements, or in his words.
"What has happened?” Amane stumbled over her words as she wobbly lifted the hashira’s body. She briefly explained the situation as she left to find an emergency kit. However, just as she passed his body she caught a smile forming on his lips.
A smile of all thing in such a dire situation. How could the man who sobbed so late into the night for his comrades smile when one was on the brink of death? Thoughts rushed through Amane’s head as she haphazardly attempted to stop the hashira’s bleeding.
Hours passed before the hashira displayed a sign of movement. Their eyes slowly flickered to life, prompting Amane to greet them. “Don’t worry you’re safe,”
“W-where am I?” The hashira spoke.
“At the Ubuyashiki estate.”
The hashira became alert at her words. They struggled to sit up, thus agitating their wounds. “I-I can’t be here! Oyakata-sama, he’s…he’s—it’s his fault!” The hashira roughly pulled at their hair as tears flowed freely down their face, “He’s sick! He…he hired that demon! I’m sure of it!”
Amane fell back at their words. It was such an outlandish claim, considering the fact he headed the demon slayers. Yet, she full-heartedly believed them. “Please no! Don’t leave me with him!” The hashira feebly tried to grab onto Amane’s kimono, but stopped due to another voice.
“Now, why wouldn’t one of my sweet children want to be with me?”