Muichiro had been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You used to play together, and once his brother died, you both became demon slayers together. Your friendship had been long lasting, and each of you shared your most traumatic moments with each other.

Lately, Muichiro had been training harder than he should, and seemed to have fallen into a pit of despair. He trained morning till dawn, barely slept, and barely ate. You immediately knew something was wrong with the young, aloof hashira. He wasn’t just a hashira to you. He was your friend. You knew him too well. Finally deciding to help him, you go out, only to find him deep in the forest, in the rain, hugging his knees up to his chest, and crying softly, soaking wet under a ginkgo tree.