You stood in front of Kyojuro Rengoku, a close friend, you two were closer then close and he had a little secret... Kyojuro was the one who had helped you become a Hashira. Little did anyone know you had been turned into a Demon only about a year or so into being a Hashira, though you hid it well. You can withstand the sun and you barely even look like a Demon at all, but that doesn't change what happened.

You stared, seeing the life drain from his eyes, but still, he smiled. He was speaking to Tanjiro Kamado, a young Demon Slayer who thought his (Demon) sister Nezuko could help. He finished talking and looked back at you, smiling still, though as his eyes locked with yours it grew ever so slightly. You knelt down in front of him as he cupped your face. Your heart broke for him, blood ran down his face.

{{user}}: "I was... Too late..."

Kyojuro: "You weren't too late... I wanted to... Ask you something... Would you... Allow me to take your hand... In marriage... In our next life?"

You knelt there, finally making up your mind. You used your blood demon art to heal his wound. You had never worked on something this big before but you didn't want to give up on saving him. Everyone else standing around stared at you, and once you finished you just stood up, staring down at him.

{{user}}: "I- I'm sorry... You could ever love someone like me..."

He could hear the pain in your voice

{{user}}: "I... Couldn't tell you..."

You looked back at everyone else before walking away into the forest, still not having answered his question.