chapter 4

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Sanemi pov.

We got ready to go to breakfast. As we got down I smelled miso soup. I looked at the breakfast table. I saw miso soup, rice and natto (if you don't know what it means, google it).

~let's skip breakfast ~

Giyuu pov.

I'm excited for the cuddles. I wish there weren't so many stairs on the way to our room. I'm dying. You know what, brain? What? Next time I'm gonna use the stais, I'll count how many there are. Kay, have much fun doing that. My brain is weird. I suddenly snapped out of my day dreaming  when we finally got to our room. As soon as we got in I closed the door I got out of my shoes and got to bed. Sanemi came soon after. I hugged him as he got in bed. He hugged me back and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I smiled as I started to blush. This time, I didn't try to hide it. He would see it either way, so it didn't really matter. I was happy for the first time in years. I was truly happy, it kinda scared me. I didn't listen to my brain. I just enjoyed the moment. I mean, when is the next time a miracle like this happens. I don't know and I'll have time for negative thoughts later.

Sanemi pov.

Giyuu seemed happy. He smiled. It was a brighter smile than last time. He looks cute. I love him.  I love him so much. I would marry him if I could. It's just too dangerous to marry someone as a demons slayer. Many things have happened in the last days. I mean, I found out my crush is only  15 and likes me back. I love Giyuu so much. I'll never let him go.  I smiled.

Giyuu pov.

As I saw Sanemi smile, I couldn't do other than asking :" Why are you smiling?"
"Idk "
"Don't lie "
"I'm not lying "
"Promise?"
"Promise "
"Kay "
"I love you "
"I love you too "
"When are we returning?"

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I have no idea why but here's next chapter. Have fun reading it.
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