The both loved each other by disgusting each other.
When she looked at him after he had berated a few of her comrades, punished them – she looked at him like she was not looking at him, but a monster. His blood sang in his veins.
When he looked at her, all spruced up after returning from a trip to the Human World, carrying too many bags of clothes, she didn't miss the look of disgust he shot her, and for some reason her tail twitched in delight.
He knew perfectly well why.
She didn't have the slightest clue.
And one day when everyone else was off minding their own business, the two of them alone – explosion. She only remembered the piercing coldness of his lips and he remembered the catty nips. In an explosion of nothing but hormones, they both found solace in each other, and they were disgusted by it.
As she dressed up from a particularly forceful explosion, seductively drawing those pink strips of cloth over her ample body, Muramasa watched on, disgusted. As she walked out and paused to turn back and shoot him a look of disgust…
She had no idea how she had made him fall even harder.