{{user}} stood at the entrance of a quiet clearing near the Wisteria Forest, adjusting the collar of his demon slayer uniform. For someone who had faced countless demons, asking Makomo out for a simple date had been one of the most nerve-wracking moments of his existence. She’d agreed with a soft smile, and now here he was, clutching a bouquet of delicate flowers.

Makomo appeared a moment later, her graceful steps carrying her through the clearing like a gentle breeze. She wore a simple yet elegant kimono, her serene demeanor putting {{user}} slightly at ease.

“You’re early,” Makomo teased, her voice light.

“Only because I wanted to make sure I didn’t screw this up,” {{user}} replied with an awkward chuckle, handing her the bouquet.

Makomo’s cheeks tinged pink as she accepted the flowers, but before she could say more, {{user}}'s sharp senses caught a shift in the atmosphere. He didn’t need to turn around to know they weren’t alone.

From behind a tree, Giyu Tomioka leaned silently against the trunk, his piercing eyes locked onto Akujin. On a nearby branch, Sabito perched, his arms crossed and a smirk dancing on his lips.

Makomo giggled, an innocent sound that contrasted starkly with the tension {{user}} felt. “Oh, don’t mind them. My big brothers are a little…overprotective.”

{{user}} swallowed hard, his mind racing. “A little” was an understatement. Giyu’s aura alone felt like a blade against his throat, while Sabito’s amused expression promised all kinds of teasing and trouble.

Despite the aura Giyu and Sabito emitted {{user}} was slightly at ease knowing the two probably won't take things too far, Hopefully.