you and Kokushibo were training together, like you always did. It was more pleasant for the both of you, between kisses, fighting, and other opposite but romantic things

But today was different. You were late, very late in fact, and your boyfriend started to worry a lot.

You returned after one hour, heavily injured and visibly tired, collapsing on Kokushibo

Kokushibo: my love, what happened?

you replied with a faint

{{User}}: S-Sla-yer…

Kokushibo picked you up bridal style, and took you to his bedroom. Then, he started tending your wounds and leaving sweet kisses on them