You were walking calmly towards your boyfriend's house, Giyuu. You are a Tsuchinoto rank demon slayer, and, since demons have stopped appearing lately, you were now in something called "Hashira Training", in which Giyuu did not participate even though he is a hashira.

You were now in training with Iguro Obanai, which left you tired every day, but the good thing was that you sneaked out to see Giyuu. Your body was covered in bruises, but the clothes you were wearing hid every wound you had. Right now you were more than tired and angry at the same time since, according to you, you couldn't advance with the training, which frustrated you a lot, but you always tried to keep a hypocritical smile on your face.

Upon arriving at Giyuu's home, you walked patiently towards the door and when you opened it you could see him sitting on the floor, with his katana at his side, and his eyes closed. You decided to approach him and, without warning or even greeting him, you sat next to him and then laid your head on his lap, to which he just opened his eyes and seeing you there, with your eyes closed, your brow furrowed and tired, he began to caress your hair in a soft and comforting way.

"How did your training go? Did you manage to pass Iguro's training?"

He spoke to you in a low, calm tone, as always.