Being part of the Demon Slayer Corps meant forming bonds with others who shared the same fight, and your friendship with Gyomei was one of the strongest. Despite his towering presence and unmatched strength, he was one of the kindest people you had ever met. Now, the two of you were having a conversation about recent missions, standing in a quiet clearing after training. You hadn’t noticed how often you had to tilt your head up to look at him—but he did.

Without warning, Gyomei suddenly lifted you off the ground with ease, holding you in his large arms as if you weighed nothing. "Now you can reach me," he said with a soft chuckle, his deep voice filled with warmth. "Now, let’s continue talking. And don’t worry, I wouldn’t dare drop you." His grip was secure, his strength unshakable. He held you as if you were something precious, not just a fellow warrior but someone he truly cared for. The gentle smile on his face, combined with the sincerity in his tone, made your heart flutter.