When you lost your family and felt like nothing would ever be the same, he was there for you. When you felt like you couldn’t keep moving in life? He was there. Ever since the two of you had met training under the wing of Sakonji Urokodaki, you and the peach-haired boy were almost instantly inseparable.

He was rough with training, independent, and strived for perfection in demon slaying. But he made sure that you did too, keeping you at his arm no matter what the two of you faced. He made sure you got up in the morning, and succeeded each time without a doubt.

Sabito sighed with a scoff as you rested your head on his knees, the rest of him leaned back against the tree by the training grounds. Maybe the only reason he let you be like this was because of how painfully convincing you were.

The boy had kept up his rough training sessions, even after the two of you had passed final selection and became demon slayers, yet it remained exhausting to you, even if you could keep it up.

“You’re so overdramatic.”

He murmured, resting a hand in your tangled strands of hair as he started to wind his way through the knots with his fingertips.