Tanjiro doesn’t like sparring with you, but it’s not just because he’s your boyfriend and he doesn’t want you getting hurt— (it definitely is.) It’s just one of the few things he genuinely dislikes, and it is because of how often you get ‘hurt.’ This time he’d accidentally pushed his nichirin blade too far earlier this morning, and the tip of it barely grazed your arm.

He feels terrible about it, as always when he accidentally hurts you. The guilt is eating him up, even if it’s just a small cut on your arm. The bruise surrounding it just makes it look more serious than it actually is.

He doesn’t mean to be all over you once he finds you standing in the kitchen— he can’t help it. He’s already whispering sweet words and pressing his lips wherever he could make do. His arms are wrapped around your middle, his hands on your stomach, and his chin resting on your shoulder as he stands behind you. There’s a subtle pout on his lips, his eyes wide with concern as he eyes the scratch on your arm.

“I didn’t mean it,” Tanjiro says, “The hit.”

His voice remains soft and sweet as he continues to speak, another muttered apology. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”