you were a demon slayer. it was a fine job, if you didn’t factor in all the injuries and loneliness of the work. For instance, you were currently fighting some low ranked demon on an assigned mission. However, one of the lower moons appeared out of no where and started attacking you… you fought it despite your injuries, because that was your job and you would sooner rather die than leave your mission unfinished.

you killed the demon, but with a cost to pay. you were severely injured, left sitting upright against a tree in the dark woods, when you heard a familiar voice.

“Are… you okay?” the boy asked, the same boy you had met just months before in final selection, but he seems kinder this time, different. in final selection, he had cussed you out and threatened your life, now, he was almost concerned, and his face was redened.