Hotaru liked you. Well, he hated you less than he hated others. You were nice, didn’t talk back unless he was beating you senseless after breaking your blade. He didn’t mind repairing them, although he had to keep up his persona. He found himself in your presence often, looking at you with a glare as you bashfully handed him your broken nichirin sword. Sometimes you gave him the whole, chipped sword, sometimes you gave him just a handle. It was always a surprise with you.