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Their Nurse;

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, and Giyuu x reader

Content warning: mentions of blood

Word count: 822 words

Readers sex: Female

Summary: how you help your injured hashira as a nurse :)

This is a request for @ultravioletqueen!

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Kyojuro

Kyojuro was brought to the butterfly mansion with terrible wounds, he was limping with some help, but everyone knew he was deeply hurt.

You were working on the laundry, but when you saw Kyojuro, your world stopped. You rushed to him, asking everyone what happened.

When they explained he was attacked by an upper rank, you urged them to take him to a bed, “put him down now!” Everyone was startled by you, saying that you’re typically a very shy girl. Nobody has ever seen you act this way before, “leave! I need space please!” You shouted as you hurried to tend to the man’s wounds.

With each stitch, you were praying that Kyojuro was safe. You knew that with his profession there is never a grantee for tomorrow, but it never makes it any easier.

You stayed by the man’s side, with tears in your eyes. He stirred away, “Dear..?” He spoke in a raspy voice. You looked at that man, and grabbed his hand gently, “yes babe..” he tried to chuckle as he rubbed your hand with his thumb, “don’t look so sad, I would hate to see you stuck like that.” He tried to joke, in his raspy state.

You giggled, as you started checking over the man and his wounds now that he was awake. “I’m fine dear.. it’s okay..” he whispered, watching you check over him.

“Its not.. I had to patch you up, and it was hard.. I have to make sure you’re okay..” you spoke with a voice crack. “Dear… I’m sorry you had to do that…” he spoke trying to bring his hand to your cheek. “I love you Kyojuro.. please be more careful, there’s nothing wrong with running..” you whispered placing his hand on your cheek, snuggling into it.

“I know dear.. at least I got to see the sassy side of you, you should be assertive more often.” He spoke with a loud laugh, as you sat there blushing.

Giyuu

Giyuu limped into the house that the two of you shared, holding his side. You were walking in from gathering fruits when you saw your boyfriend, you dropped the basket of fruits and ran to get your supplies.

You rushed to his side, and helped him walk to a chair where he could sit. Once he was sat down, you got to work, stitching any deep cut, doing anything you could to help him.

“You don’t have to rush.. I’ll be fine..” Giyuu spoke quietly as he watched you patch him up, you looked up from his toned abs, where one of his deepest cuts were, and frowned “why would you say that? You’re not fine.. you should’ve went to the mansion.. the house is so much further..” you scolded, as you went back to stitching up his wound. “They wouldn’t be able to treat me as good as you..” he whispered watching you be gentle, but efficient.

“They would’ve done fine! You could’ve died babe!” You continued to scold him, as you wrapped his stomach. “I didn’t though..” he whispered. “You could’ve died Giyuu! That’s not okay!” You spoke with tears falling down your face.

Once you were done you stood up, and walked away, before you could get fully away Giyuu grabbed your arm and turned you toward him. “I’m sorry beautiful..” he whispered placing a kiss on your forehead.

You sobbed in his bruised chest, as he tried to comfort you. You loved the man so much it hurt, thinking about him dying makes you want to go with him.

Sanemi

Sanemi refused to accept any help from Kakushi, so he was walking around holding his open stomach wound closed, dripping blood on the ground. He was hellbent on finding out if you were okay, you were a Kakushi after all, you couldn’t defend yourself.

You were patching up someone silently when you heard the commotion, you looked over to see you wounded lover. Your eyes widened in shock as you stood up, running toward the man.

He smiled when he saw you running toward him, when you met him you demanded him to sit down. “Sit down Nemi! You’re hurt!” You scolded, helping him sit down.

“I was worried that you were hurt..” he whispered as he sat down, admiring you.

“I’m fine! I don’t fight demons for a living! You have to be more careful Nemi! I won’t always be here to patch you up!” He just chuckled, watching you patch him up.

When you were done you helped the man up, putting his arm over your shoulder, placing a hand on his stomach for support. “You take good care of me doll.” He smirked as he limped back.

You blushed as you calmed down, you get so frustrated when he doesn’t take care of himself. He’s not invincible, the thought of his death brings a dreading feeling in your stomach, it’s the worst feeling ever.