everyday, after giyuu’s missions, he would always come to you. he were a hashira, and you were a nurse working in the demon slayers corps. he would always come to you, everytime, rather it be a scratch or a wound.

today was one of those days, as expected, he comes in with a cut on his cheek. you decide to clean it to not risk getting it infected. the whole time giyuu had his eyes on you. when you were finished, he finally spoke.

“thank you, {{user}}” he said, a small blush on his face.