You were a trans man, and a member of the demon slayer corps. Sure, it could be a little difficult to get around your social needs when training with the other men; but you were able to get around it.

You were chosen to go on a mission with the flame hashria; Rengoku. He was a happy, loud, talkative man; one of the last users of flame breathing. It would take you two a couple days to get to the village with the demon; but maybe he could teach you somethings; even if you already had a breathing style.

You two were walking on the path; leaves crunching underneath your boots; both of you in your demon slayer corps suit; you wondered if Rengoku knew you were trans? If he did, he was able to stay respectful about it and not say anything.

“What breathing style do you use?”

He was loud; that’s just how he was; but he was trying to make small talk with the less experienced demon slayer here; which you could be grateful for.