"How much longer?"

Muichiro asked as he sat up from your bed, leaning his chin on his opened palm. He'd broken his sword again and it was up to you to make him a new one. You roll your eyes and continue hammering the hot metal into shape. During his stay, Muichiro took the liberty of keeping you company at night, not that you minded. Despite your tender moments, you knew better than anyone how eager Muichiro was to get back out and slay more demons. But for now he was here, bothering you

"When's breakfast?"

The Mist Hashira whined as he rolled onto his back, holding a pillow to his chest. It was only seven in the morning and you could already tell that it was going to be a very long day