Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Relationships: (not really there but still somewhat mentioned) Iguro Obanai/Kanroji Mitsuri
Characters: Kanroji Mitsuri, Iguro Obanai, (mentioned) Rengoku Kyoujurou, (mentioned) Kaburamaru (we can't forget our favorite snake!)
Pronouns: Mitsuri (she/her), Iguro (they/them)
Prompts: lovegender!Mitsuri (with agender Iguro!)
Additional: Fluff, small smidge of angst (so much so that i don't think it counts as such)
A/N: my first writing post! i don't really know how tumblr posts work. this is my first small writing project that i have ever finished, yayayay! i hope you enjoy!
DNI: anti xenogender, n$fw blogs, lgbtq phobic, racist, abliest, and all that
Mitsuri never really understood how people talked about their gender. She knew, objectively that she was a girl. But, at the same time, she wasn't. Yes, she felt feminine, yes she liked cutesy and girly things. But she didn't really always feel like a girl.
Iguro-san gets it. Iguro-san told her multiple times when it was just the two of them (well, three, with Kaburamaru), that Iguro-san never really felt like a man. She then asked Iguro-san if they felt like a woman, and they responded that, no, they felt more like neither, or, more specifically, like they did not have a gender.
Ever since that conversation, Mitsuri has been doing her best to gender Iguro-san correctly whenever it was just them. And she also made it clear that when (or if) they came out, she would punch every person who disrespected them, which had then evolved into a small crying session from both parties, and she promised not to tell anyone about it.
But, now that she knew that she wasn't alone, it made her heart feel light and full of love.
She remembered a conversation that she had had with Rengoku-san, before his passing. One about her breathing technique. Love Breathing.
He had asked her why and how she had created her breathing after a feeling. At first, she didn't know how to respond. She simply breathed the way that felt the most natural to her. The way that felt most like her. And, now that she thought about it, she understood.
The way that felt more like her. Her very being was love. She felt love for everyone, (well, except demons. (Nezuko did not count, as she was far more human than any demon she had ever met)). And, what she had always thought was what she was supposed to be, was instead love.
Her very being is love.
She didn't need to be referred to as a girl, woman, or anything like that. Because, whenever Iguro-san referred to her as 'love' she felt content. And nothing else mattered.