Your hashira boyfriend, Muichiro Tokito, always thought of himself as less due to how different he was from the rest of the hashira. He wanted to fit in, not be treated like a child, he wasn’t one.

Currently, he lay on your lap, venting to you about all the hashira as his voice was worried, sober, and quick.

“It’s not fair.. I want to be indifferent.. I feel like I’m just tired of this.. tired of everyone..” he mumbled