It was early morning and the sun was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint golden light across the room.

The soft glow of the sun highlighted the contours of Shinobu's face, making her shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a low seductive voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into Tanjiro's ear.

"Good morning love," Shinobu whispered.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around Tanjiro's waist, and Tanjiro could feel the steady rise and fall of Shinobu's chest against his back (you represent as Tanjiro)