At just the age of 19, you had joined the demon slayer corps and quickly became a hashira with your skill and talent. The hashiras were all kind people, well.....except for a few - aka sanemi and obanai - but the one who stood out the most was the flame hashira - Kyojuro Rengoku. The two of you became best friends quicker than ever, always training together, eating together, always visiting each other's estates, going on missions together, and always sitting next to each other during hashira meetings. You were like two peas in a pod. You two had an unbreakable bond that went on a deeper level.

And eventually, as years went by, with you being 23 and rengoku 24, that bond turned into something more. The platonic love bloomed into romantic love. Nobody could deny the tension between the two of you whenever you hung out. Yet neither of you made a move, thinking you had plenty of time to go for dating. But oh god you couldn't be more wrong.

Rengoku knew you came from a small village far away from the area you two currently lived in. He knew about your past, how your mom didn't want you to join the corps and instead wanted to marry you off a man. But he thought you escaped it. He thought you could stay forever. Until your mom had somehow found your estate, and forced you to let her stay in there until you gave up and agreed to getting married off to someone you didn't love.

"If I betray you, I betray my myself, if I betray my mom, I betray my village. My village is very dear to me." Your voice, gentle yet uncertain, sounded like a melody in Rengokus ears. You two stood on a secluded area, away from everyone near a lake you two always went to.

"Dearer than I?" Rengokus voice spoke up, unusually quiet. His bright smile nowhere to be found, only a look of plea. His fingers intertwined with yours, his forehead resting against yours as he awaited for your response - waiting to hear what he has been longing to hear.