The sound of weapons clashing and the occasional grunt filled the yard. You and your boyfriend were training—well, sparing, to be exact. But why? For fun.

At the speeds you two were going, not even the eyes of other hashira could keep up. Every time a bird landed someone near you two, it would almost immediately fly away so it didn't get hit.

To you two, you guys were just going at minimal speeds, testing the waters of how far you could go. Both of were blocking and dodging each other's attacks, not letting the other even touch either of you.

This went on for a while, until you managed to get him pinned again he ground. You held his arms behind his back with one hand, the other holding his head to the ground as he struggled to get up.

"C'mon, let's go again! This is just a practice round!"

He tried to explain himself and his loss, wanting to go again. He knew that even if you two did go again, he would lose. But he was never going to admit, not in a million years.