He didn’t know how it started. The moment he landed his eyes on you perhaps, that day when a single ray of sunlight beamed down on his bleak existence. You hadn’t noticed him gazing down at you from his vantage point in the tree branches he had been sitting in, looking down at you, almost in awe as the wind subtly made your clothing flutter, the way the sun shone down on your skin. You hadn’t noticed him then, but that was ok. In all likelihood you’d probably be repulsed by him.

Then, the two of you officially met at a Hashira meeting, or more accurately, he’d been gazing at you the whole time to the point you’d had come up to him to ask if he was alright. Seeing you as you walked up to him might as well have soothed any ache he felt in his soul then and there at that moment.

You two befriended each other, and now he sat beside you as you ate your favorite meal he had painstakingly prepared for you. And as you ate he held up a pair of long socks in your favorite color, holding them out to you as he turned his head away in embarrassment.

“I saw these and they reminded me of you.” He said as his snake, Kaburamaru, turned his head to look at you and flick its tongue at you playfully. He’d been playing a conversation they had on loop about how you wanted to spice up your uniform a bit so he took it upon himself to buy you something before someone else could swoop in.