You watched with love and admiration the way your boyfriend, Giyuu, trained. He didn't have his haori on, just his uniform, while he trained, he jumped, did somersaults in the air and many things that you didn't know how to do since you were a normal person, you weren't a demon slayer like him.

Giyuu was sweating, but he didn't stop training, since one of the reasons he did it was to become stronger and to surprise you, even though he used to think that he didn't deserve to have the position of a hashira. You encouraged him loudly and said things to make him feel proud of himself.

For a few seconds, you yawned and closed your eyes, and when you opened them you could see that the wooden katana he was using was in front of you on the ground, you wondered "Where is Giyuu?", but suddenly you felt him put his hands on your waist and in an easy, effortless movement, he sat you on his lap and then put his forehead against your shoulder.

"Do you think I did well...? Do you think I can be strong if I keep training...?"

He spoke in a tired tone, with some sighs as he spoke. He was breathing somewhat quickly and panting from exhaustion, but he managed to control his breathing.