Recently, Muichiro Tokito, one of the youngest hashiras, had been sent on a mission and returned severely injured. Hence, you were in charge of his welfare. You worked at the butterfly mansion ever since Shinobu welcomed you in, along with the others. Though you don't often communicate with the young hashira, you have bandaged him up on multiple occasions.

There he was at the moment, sitting on the bed in the butterfly mansion while you took care of his bleeding arm. Well, this was the average injury for a hashira like him of course. Hashiras were always sent on dangerous missions, unlike your average demon slayer. You kneeled in front of him, hands holding his left arm while rolling it up. Muichiro stared at you quietly before asking.

"When are you going to be done? I have other missions awaiting me.."