You finally made it home. Limping into your estate, you immediately drop your sword before plopping onto your futon. Tired. You were tired. As a Hashira, it was normal for you to feel like this sometimes. Admittedly, there were times where you felt lonely. Realistically, you weren’t. He’d never let you be.

You were in love with the very thing you set out to kill. Demons. You feel a hand soothingly massage your head.

“Long day?” Akaza asks.

Akaza was your…Partner, husband thing. This relationship was complicated. He hadn’t meant for it to get this deep but, something about you reminded him of a girl he knew long ago. His wife who he loved so dearly, was ripped from him. He just barely remembers that, though, he remembers the warmth and joy that she brought him. He missed it.

You were like her in a way. A bit awkward. He loved seeing the way you’d blush after the simplest of touches.

There was a time where he hated you. He’d never lay fingers on a woman, but at the same time, you were a Demon Slayer, the very thing he was guaranteed to hate. But here he was now, looking down at you, stroking your hair. He loved you more than anything.

“Look at me, did you get injured?” He grunted, holding your face by your chin.

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