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Wrestling with a Hurricane

Miyuki's POV

The next day, I woke up and saw Sanemi still sleeping on my lap. I shook him off gently. "Ugh! You could wake me up gently," he groaned.

Stretching my legs that had gone numb from being in the same position the whole night, I retorted, "Shut up. My body feels so sore."

Sanemi yawned, picking up his shirt and slinging it over his shoulder. 

I opened the door, and we both stepped out, only to be met with the stunned faces of the other Demon Slayers, their jaws practically on the floor.

"What are you gawking at? Eat breakfast." Sanemi barked before walking away. " We're starting as soon as I freshen up,"

I couldn't help but laugh as I saw the wide-eyed looks on their faces. "What? Never seen someone sleep in their training clothes before?" I teased.

One of the slayers, a young boy with a ponytail, whispered to his friend, "Do you think they were...?"

I rolled my eyes, walking past them. "Mind your own business. we've got training to survive," I said with a smirk, heading toward the bathhouse.

As I walked, I heard footsteps behind me. Turning around, I saw Tanjiro jogging up to me, looking concerned. "Miyuki, are you okay? You look tired."

I smiled at his worry. "I'm fine, Tanjiro. Just a rough night. How about you? Did you sleep well?"

Tanjiro nodded. "Yes, but I was worried about you. I heard some noise last night. Was everything okay?"

I chuckled, trying to brush off his concern. "Just Sanemi being Sanemi. You know how it is."

Tanjiro gave me a skeptical look but didn't press further. "Alright. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Tanjiro. I appreciate it," I said, giving him a reassuring pat on the shoulder before continuing to the bathhouse.

As I soaked in the warm water, the tension in my muscles began to ease. 

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone entering the bathhouse. Looking up, I saw Zenitsu, looking as nervous as ever.

"Miyuki! Oh, thank goodness you're here!" he exclaimed, rushing over to my side. "I thought Sanemi had killed you or something!"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Relax, Zenitsu. I'm fine. Just sore from training."

Zenitsu sighed in relief, sinking into the water beside me. "You have no idea how worried I was. That guy is terrifying!"

"Yeah, he's tough, but he's not all bad," I said, thinking back to our conversation.

Zenitsu gave me a curious look.

Sanemi was especially hard on Tanjiro, using any brief lapse in concentration to focus all his attacks on him, even backfisting the Demon Slayer across the face. 

The result was that Tanjiro's body became swollen and covered in bruises. Every time Tanjiro stumbled, Sanemi was there, relentless and merciless.

"Focus, Tanjiro!" Sanemi barked, delivering another blow that sent Tanjiro sprawling. "You think demons are going to go easy on you because you're tired?"

Tanjiro struggled to his feet, determination burning in his eyes. "I understand, Sanemi-san. I'll do better."

As the day wore on, it was finally my turn to spar with Sanemi. My mind, however, kept drifting back to the previous night. 

The way Sanemi's lips had felt against my skin, the intensity of his touch—it all made my heart race.

Sanemi noticed my distraction almost immediately. "Miyuki, stay focused," he snapped, but my cheeks betrayed me, flushing pink at the memory.