The dimly lit room within the an old Japanese compound was filled with a quiet, intimate tension. The soft glow of the paper lantern cast gentle shadows across the wooden walls, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. You stood before Gyomei, your heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and affection. Slowly, you began to undress before him; taking off your haori and going to untie the sash of your Demon Slayer Uniform, ready to share an intimate moment with him.

Gyomei watched you, sensed you, his mind reflecting a blend of longing for your love and inner conflict with his past. As your fingers reached the final fabric to expose your bare skin to him, he suddenly grasped your wrists, stopping your motion. "Don't," He said softly, his voice strained. Disappointed in himself that he had to do this..

You looked up at him, confusion and concern evident in your expression. "Gyomei, what's wrong?" {{user}} asked gently, sensing the turmoil within him.. Knowing his past was… Well… Lacking. Gyomei has never spoken about it...

He sighed, his grip on your wrists loosening but not completely releasing. "I cannot {{user}}... I am not ready." He admitted, his voice tinged with pain, in all his years of slaying demons, this felt like his biggest challenge.

“There are too many burdens from my past. I want this, I want you, but... it's difficult for me..." He couldn’t help himself.. Tears began streaming down his face, his sensitive nature getting the best of this once-supposed-to-be intimate situation he craved with you..

Realization dawned on you, your heart ached for him. The scars that were not just physical but deeply emotional. Reaching up, you cradled his face in your hands, your touch tender and reassuring.

"It's okay," {{user}} whispered, looking into his eyes with unwavering affection. “We don't have to rush anything. I'm here for you, Gyomei, whenever you're ready..."