You were breathing heavily, sitting on the ground, your demon slayer uniform was full of dirt as well as your face and hands.

You had just received a strong blow to the center of your stomach from your boyfriend, Giyuu. The reason for that blow was because he was training you, by your request, but you were starting to regret it because of all the blows to the stomach he gave you every time you made a mistake.

"You have to improve your grip on your sword, as well as the stance you're in and you have to control your breathing."

He told you in a serious and firm tone, but in it you could notice some warmth, concern and affection.

"Come on. Get up off the floor and try again, okay? You're getting better and better."

Despite all the strong blows you received from Giyuu, he still cared about you and wanted you to improve each of your mistakes.