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Hurt.

You’re a Hashira. You were fighting with him, Only to realize he wasn’t fighting back.

You stood over him as he was down, Sitting on his rear, His blood splattered on his cheek, Along with pink blush on his cheeks. He smiled as he flipped away from you, His reflexes getting faster the more he moves. You watch as he made no effort to attack you, He’s a demon, won’t he attack. “…Such a pleasure to get hurt by such a Unreal face… This must be a dream!…” He spoke, Gazing at you.