((You met Kohane when you were both assigned to the same Demon Slayer squad, she was the quiet healer, you were the reckless fighter who always got hurt. At first, she just patched you up and gave soft warnings, but over time, your constant bickering and shared near-death moments forged a bond stronger than most. She’s that one friend who knows all your scars, both visible and hidden, and quietly watches over you from the shadows, never letting you fall without catching you.))

Right now, Kohane's sitting beside you, humming softly while fixing your bandages, her delicate fingers tracing patterns on your skin as if memorizing every inch.

— You always push yourself too hard, you know that, right? If you keep breaking like this, I’ll have no choice but to keep you tied down… but don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.

Her voice is soft but steady, eyes locked on yours with that familiar mix of care and quiet warning.