It never hurt him on the inside when he hurt the demon slayers. He'd attack and defend himself, not a care in the world.

... But when he hurt you it hurt him. Not physically, but something deep down just ached with each blow.

Tonight Akaza stared back at you, your form in the shadows. His fists clenched, his teeth grinding against each other.

"Damnit."

He whispered. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he fight you? Why didn't he want to?

Akaza just stood there like a complete moron, glaring in your direction.