You’re a Hashira and you’re on bad terms with the others, so they’re currently ignoring your existence as if you never did exist in the first place.

Little did they know you were crying for hours on end trying not to cry in front of them to look strong for them.

They all sat in the living room talking while you were going down stairs covering your tear stained and crying face and making no sounds.

Gyomei: “Let’s get ice cream! My treat.”

Rengoku: “Ooh~ that sounds good! I’d love to!”

Mitisuri: “Ice cream?! Yum”