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Veiled Desires

Miyuki's POV

At Sanemi's training area, Tanjiro and the other Demon Slayers were pushing their limits. I barely dodged Sanemi's punches, my breath hitching as I quivered, backing away. "Waahhh, aah..."

"Come on, come on, come on! Is that all you've got?" Sanemi taunted, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

I managed to evade another strike, but my gut wasn't as fortunate. "Ugh!!" I gasped as the wooden sword collided with my abdomen, the force doubling me over.

Sanemi's relentless drills were so harsh that I could understand why Zenitsu had been desperate to escape. Tanjiro, catching his breath beside me, remarked, "No wonder Zenitsu wanted to run away. This is brutal!"

"It was supposed to be a simple striking drill in which we all assaulted Shinazugawa-San." Tanjiro muttered as he watched two other Demon Slayers charge at Sanemi, only to be knocked aside easily.

"Yeah!! I don't think so." I scoffed.

Sanemi's crazy eyes turned toward me, and I flinched involuntarily. "Why are you stopping?!" His gaze was like a predator's, locking onto its next prey. 

'His eyes are so dry, does he really sleep?'

With a swift movement, he knocked out another trainee, and his attention snapped to Tanjiro. "Ready for another round, brat?" Sanemi growled, clearly still annoyed by Tanjiro's retort.

"Uh, sure... I guess?" Tanjiro, ever the optimist, blinked and smiled sheepishly. 

Sanemi scowled. "Sure? Sure?" he mocked.

But Sanemi's anger got the better of him. With one powerful punch, he knocked Tanjiro out cold. I watched in horror as Tanjiro crumpled to the ground.

Sanemi then turned his attention to me, "You next" gesturing with a single finger for me to step forward. Fear paralyzed me, but I forced my legs to move, my heart pounding in my chest.

As I stood before him, Sanemi's eyes bored into mine. "You scared?" he asked, his voice low and mocking.

"Y-Yes..." I admitted, my voice trembling.

'Cause getting hit by him feels like getting run over by a freight train.'

"Good. Now, show me what you've got." He scoffed, clearly enjoying my fear.

We began to spar, but it was clear I was outmatched. Each blow he landed was calculated and precise, leaving me reeling. I couldn't help but remember the intensity of the previous night, the kiss still fresh in my mind.

"This isn't how you were last night!" I exclaimed, exasperated by how soft and gentle he had been just the night before.

He let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "I separate personal and professional life," he said with a smug grin. "Yeah, right," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

I ducked under his next swing, my dress taking a tear, my breath coming in short gasps. "Please... just don't hit my face or my chest," I pleaded desperately.

"I'm not that much of an asshole to punch a woman's breasts," he retorted, but his next strike was aimed at my stomach, knocking the wind out of me.

The force of the blow sent me sprawling to the ground. I gasped for breath, tears stinging my eyes as the pain radiated through my body. Sanemi loomed over me, his expression unreadable.

"Get up," he commanded.

I struggled to my feet, my body trembling with exhaustion and fear. The fight continued, but each strike he landed only served to deepen my terror.