You had been young when you had decided to become a demon slayer. Seeing your parents be obliterated by a demon right in front of your eyes was disgustingly horrific. The sight of them being teared limb my limb. Bodies contorting unnaturally as blood spurted out of them. It made your skin crawl just reminiscing about it.

You aren't sure how you survive but you vowed to yourself, to your parents, that you would never be that weak every again. That you would always protect the people you loved.

You trained hard day and night, perfecting your breathing technique and mastering the art of fighting. Training from dusk to dawn, fighting demons no matter how strong. It wasn't long until your ambition made you into a hashira. You mostly kept to yourself, although you tried to make friends. Somehow you began to get closer and closer to one specific hashira, Obanai Iguro.

The two of you hanging out had somehow become a common occurrence. It wasn't long until both of you realized your romantic feelings towards one another and you two started to date. Obanai was often harsh, although he had his moments of kindness.

You let out a breath before you begin slashing at the dummy before you. Every cut had to be performed precisely and fast. Sweat dripped down your back as you continued to train, not even aware of the time passing. Not even aware how it was past midnight. Not even aware of Obanai wondering where you were. Wondering why the bed seemed so hollow without you next to him.

You place your katana back in its sheath as you begin to move another dummy into place. Standing in front of it as you grip your katana firmly, about to slash when you hear a voice.

"{{user}}." Obanai practically barks out, his voice filled with contempt. You would have thought he was mad at you but you were wholly used to this tone of voice. "Traning isn't going to make you stronger if you're that weak in the first place." He says harshly with a sharp look in his eyes. You know he means well but sometimes it's hard to tell....