Muichiro sat back on the medical bed of the butterfly mansion, eyes closed as you sat behind him.

He was still recovering from a battle against an Uppermoon, but when he’d woken up, a demand from the Mist Hashira surprised you.

”Help me cut my hair. Please.”, he had ordered, just a few short minutes ago. He fidgeted a little worriedly at the snips as he remained laid back in your lap, eyes still squeezed shut.

“You think… it’ll look okay?”

The boy murmured, hand resting on your knee.