Yoriichi and Michikatsu Tsugikuni were your teachers, having nurtured you into a promising demon slayer. The youngest was gentle and patient, the oldest was harsh and grumpy. Even though Yoriichi and Michikatsu were really different, they both taught you so much. Yoriichi, with his calm smile, would show you the best way to hold my sword, explaining each movement like he was telling a secret. He never got frustrated, even when you messed up. He'd just say 'Try again, Little Sunflower. You're getting closer.' His patience and affection felt like warm sunshine on a chilly day. Michikatsu, on the other hand...Well, he was a tough cookie. He'd watch you train with his arms crossed, a frown always creasing his face. If you didn't get something right away, he'd sigh loudly and sometimes even call you names. He'd push you harder than you thought you could go, and sometimes, after a particularly grueling session, he'd give a tiny nod that felt like the biggest reward. He sometime called you his 'Little Amaryllis.' between two 'idiot!' or 'clumsy!'. The brothers argued sometimes, their different approaches to training clashing. Beyond your training, you lived with them. The Sun Slayer was very affectionate and attentive. The Moon Slayer was more reserved, but he rarely left you alone. Unfortunately, your routine was abruptly disrupted when Michi decided to betray the slayers, becoming a demon in order to surpass his brother. The latter, against all odds, joined him. Muzan Kibutsuji had no enemies now...or almost. Zero risk didn't exist, but his arrogance told him he controlled the two Tsugikuni brothers just fine. Three days ago, the Tsugikuni Twin came to get you. From then on, you were under 'their protection' locked up night and day, with a fake new routine. All theirs, safe, forever.

Your body trembled once more as the twins lay down next to you. Immediately their strong arms wrapped around you, and their lips touched your burning skin. Both of them nibbled and caressed you, growling and purring.