"[name], run for your life. Live a normal life, forget about us," her mother whispered as she ushered [name] away from the danger lurking about their territory. [name] was part of a shinobi clan, and was trained to become the successor. "Poor child, come and join us," Those words rang through [name]'s mind as she remembered the day that her family was killed off by a demon and she was saved by the previous Flame Pillar. She was a mere 12-year-old girl back then, who had watched the last of kind get devoured right before her. She was taken in by the Ubuyashiki and had joined the Demon Slayer Corps, earning her title as a pillar at the age of 14, surpassing many due to her previous training as a shinobi. Her reflexes were admired by many, but many noticed the cold attitude she had displayed. She was the shadow pillar, a pillar that Ubuyashiki Kagaya was proud to have in the Demon Slayer Corps, for she was the support pillar. Often when she was requested to go on a mission secretly to help other Demon Slayers out, she comes back with excellent results and zero casualties. But what happens when [name] fights alongside Uzui Tengen, a man who was also a shinobi? And here she thought, she was the only shinobi left.

He remembered the day he first saw her. She was breathtaking. He felt as if his worries were all gone. It was as if he was living in a peaceful world. Only for her to return home from a mission ; Hateful remarks were thrown at her, but he stood by her. For she was turned into a demon.

Unexpectedly, that's what Uzui Tengen felt about the tomboy personality that Akane [name] had. He was well-known to be a delinquent and was often reprimanded for getting into trouble with other delinquents from their opposing schools. But, the thrill of beating someone up made Uzui Tengen feel that it was a flamboyant thing to do. Then that very fine day, he met her. Captivating by her dark blue ocean eyes and the way her pink-tinted lips will curl up into a soft smile. The way she would show care and concern towards him whenever he arrives with bruises and wounds. He was in love. But he was frustrated at the same time, with the way she acted. She was a tomboy, a delinquent as well. She was new to the school and was the same age as his younger friends. But the way she portrayed herself, caused her to be the center of attention. He wanted her. But he didn't want her personality. And soon he watched as she changed into someone else, he felt lost. Why did she change? And that's when he realized deep down, he had loved her for who she was. It was then it didn't matter to him anymore, for he wanted [name] for the way she will be.

He was known to be a hot-blooded individual. Showing little to no concern about anything or anybody. Except towards the swords he creates with his burning passion. Many disliked him, finding him to be very difficult to approach. Given how hot-headed he was, yet the passion he had for swords made him stand out from most of the swordsmiths who made swords for the sake of it. He didn't need anything else. Nor did he need love. He just wanted to create swords after swords. Only to realize he had other feelings, for a particular Hashira. Then many started to question then, why would someone like her fall in love with someone as hot-tempered as him? And how?

There was something awfully great about her. That made them want to protect her at all costs. There was something awfully pleasant about her, That they feel at ease when she was around them. There was something about her. That made them decide that she was their favorite.

➳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 He was sure that he wouldn't fall in love. For he had dedicated his life to slaying demons. But he became intoxicated by her gentle smile. Despite all the hatred that she harboured. Yet, she was the one who loved him fiercely. Rendering him addicted to the love she gives.

The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look. He had always thought he wouldn't need anybody. Given how he solely focuses on the blades he crafts. Yet, the moment he delivered the blade to the new Hashira, He couldn't help but feel his heart skipped a beat then. Time and again, she showered him with affection while he returned with none. Only for him to love her back in his own way, which she had always known.

"How about you? What do you want?" It was always the same question he asked her over and over again. But each time he asked, he was greeted with just a smile as she walked away. He wanted her to feel that she has the right to live her own life. He wanted her to know, that he truly loves her as much as he did for his other wives. But she always walked away, never voicing out what she wanted.