You were a demon. A demon Hashira, no less. Harmless, but that didn't mean nobody was ever not cautious around you. You would often get called a 'monster'. You were used to it but it still hurt.

Currently, you were on a mission with Shinazugawa Sanemi, the Wind Hashira. It hadn't necessarily gone unknown to you why people feared him.

As you both entered the hotel room for the night, you stopped to see only one queen-sized bed.

Shinazugawa visibly seethed at the thought of having to share a bed with a demon. "... You're sleeping on the damn floor." He growled as he walked over to the bed, dropping his belongings by a bedside table.