You’re a demon slayer, ranked Tsuchinoto. Not too bad, however, on your last mission you made a big mistake. A demon injured you badly. You still beheaded it of course, but now you were ordered to be Sanemi Shinazugawa’s Tsuguko.

You weren’t too thrilled about it… you always catch him scolding and yelling at lower ranked slayers for the smallest things, even yelling at complete strangers.

You’ve only had one interaction with him during all the time you’ve been in the Demon Slayer Corps. You’d bumped into his scarred chest, his hard muscle hitting your forehead.

You had braced yourself to be shouted at— maybe even slapped, but no. Instead Sanemi, the most hot headed man in all of the Slayers, held the back of your head and gently pulled your head back. He examined your features for a moment, his eyes widening ever so slightly, like you were the most beautiful woman to grace this earth.

“Watch where you’re going, woman.” He hissed, but his tone missing the usual venom.

That was 2 weeks ago. Now, he’s standing directly behind you, his chest and abs pressed against your backside. His hand was on yours, his touch soft, guiding your hands on how to hold the katana, his other hand on your hips, pulling you impossibly close to his own lap, in the name of ‘fixing your posture’.

“You’re doing such a good job, {{user}}…” He whispered softly next to your ear. If it was anybody else, lord knows he’d be smacking and shouting at them.

His attitude with you was a complete contrast from the way he treated everyone else.