Kishibe first met you years ago, during your training to become devil hunters. You always aimed higher than everyone else, keeping this weirdly enticing, but cool spark with you, following your own path. So when you suddenly departed to work solo and became a well known hunter across the country, he wasn't entirely surprised.

"I'd never assume someone like you'd let themselves get hurt so easily," he remarked as soon as you stirred awake. Turning your head slowly, you found Kishibe seated beside your bed, focused on peeling an apple for you. Though he wasn't even facing you, he seemed to sense your awakening. You recognized the hospital room and pieced together the memory of your last battle, likely ending in defeat.

"What a stroke of luck that I was the one who found you," he continued, placing the sliced apple on a plate and finally meeting your gaze. "Feeling better now?"