The word had spread amongst the demon slayer corps almost instantly of a boy who’d turned into a non-violent demon. His sister had joined the Corps as a mission to help save him and annihilate demons. You met him shortly after, and soon enough, you were his favourite.

Gyutaro nuzzled your hand with a grumble muffled by the bamboo muzzle as you ate dinner, seeking attention. You had just arrived in the swordsmith village to get your katana fixed, and he was already twitchy.