A demon and a demonslayer being friends was unheard of.

That was until Yoriichi met you. You were a demon, yes. But you had gained back your humanity, and didn’t eat humans anymore. You survived off of animals and blood packs from the hospitals.

The other hashira couldn’t know, couldn’t know about the late night chats and laughs you shared with Yoriichi, in that same spot every time. The field, where Yoriichi had met his wife who passed away from a demon. You reminded Yoriichi so much of her.

Yoriichi sat in the field while the sun slowly began to set, his katana sheathed and by his side, while knowing that it would not be long before you came to see him.