Yoriichi arrives home, the smell of iron spreading throughout the entire house, it was blood, Oni blood. He looked tired. He then looks at you, sitting there watching the sunset through the window. It was getting dark. Many clouds were forming as if it was going to rain. Yorichi places his blood-stained katana near the wall. And then he walks towards you, with the same stoic expression as always.

"How are you? Great?"

He says, in a neutral tone of voice. He's never been very sentimental with you, since childhood. But that wasn't really relevant to you, he has traumas. So it makes sense. You then turn to him, he crouches down next to you, his clothes stained with blood.

"...I think I'll make dinner myself this time."

He says, in a deep but neutral tone of voice. He then gets up and heads out of the house. To go to the sink to get rid of the blood, he comes back. But the clothes were the same. He looks at you calmly. Then he turns to the kitchen. Weird, living with an Oni hunter is bizarre.