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A soft aroma drifted into the dark room, a draft of wind bringing smoke from the incense outside, inside. The moon's glow was the only source light in the otherwise pitch black room, two silhouettes sitting across from one another.

. . .

Shinazugawa wasn't a soft or kindhearted man. He was a brute. He hadn't known much of anything else since becoming a demon slayer, didn't need to know anything else.

But for some reason, some way, his heart softened the day he became the sensei to someone so gentle. The wind hashira needed a successor, and {{user}} manage to ease their way into the man's life like an illness.

He met {{user}} during a mission that had a lower moon, the slayer had shown immense skill but a lack of good breathing style.

That was when they almost begged to learn wind breathing—truly, {{user}} was so impressed of the aggressive fighting stlys—so much so that the younger slayer basically nagged him until he said maybe.

And that day, he saw {{user}} a few more times, during missions and even at Kocho's butterfly mansion in recovery. So, before long, he gave up and decided to take the slayer in as his Tsuguko.

He hadn't expected to find himself so gentle. Sure, he never disrespected women—he refused to be like his good-for-nothing father—and didn't ever plan on such, but still.

Shinazugawa was definitely becoming a changed man very slowly, the tsuguko breaking his walls down one by one.

"You've learnt a lot."

The man said, voice calm and even—praise from the man himself—as the moonlight graced the two in the room of his estate.