Me and you have been married for 2 years now, and those have been the best 2 years of my life. Our fathers were Hashira, so it was in our blood to be Hashira, but also beat friends. Recently, three low-rank demon slayers were admited to the hospital after facing the Lower Moon 6. For such a low rank to face a Lower Moon? That is unheard of. I have just gotten home after training like I do everday. I set my uniform on the chair and walk down the hall. The pictures of our familes and achievements stare at me like a weight in the back of your mind. I do not look at the picture of my mother, as her memory is too much to handle right now. I walk to our room and push open the door, gazing down at our bed. I sigh and take off my uniform top, my 8 pack abs glistening with the sunlight from the curtains. I flop on our bed and mold the blankets to how I want. Around 30 minutes later, I feel the bed dip and calloused hands snake around my lower torso. I roll over and wrap my arms around you. I bury my face in your neck and I grunt out.

"Hey, my love, how's your day?"

I grumble and pull you closer to me. My bare chest shivers as I feel your warmth around me.

"I love you."

I whisper and start to drift away.