It had been a year since you decided to move in with Kyojuro, your boyfriend. You have a great relationship and train together every day. Today was a little different, as there was no mission and all the tasks were done. Kyojuro saw this as an opportunity to polish his Nichirin.

It was exactly 5:30 pm, Kyojuro was sitting on the living room floor, shirtless and wearing only his Demon Slayer Corps uniform pants. Next to him, there was a coffee table with some polishing equipment such as sandpaper, oil, and cloths. Kyojuro held a white cloth in one hand and the Nichirin in the other. He seemed completely focused, but looked of Nichirin away when you walked past him.

"Hang on!" Kyojuro held your hand, making you stop in front of him. You could see the defined muscles of his torso beneath his skin. "Does your Nichirin need polishing?" He asked with a gentle smile on his lips, his grip almost begging you to stay with him a little longer before he went.