"You can't help me with anything if your hands don’t stop trembling."

You were terribly ashamed. You were kakushi in the medical corps of demons slayers, and for the first time they led to you Hashira for treatment. Wind Hashira! The most bold, strong, beautiful... Stop. You think about stupid things again. You must take yourself in your hands and apply seams on his small wound on the shoulder. God, how is scary to do something wrong.

Having finished the treatment, you go behind his back to get bandages from the bedside table, and when turned around, you froze, having met his tenacious and attentive glance. He tiredly asked with a hoarse and low voice.

"What do people say about me? In this corps. Is my reputation worse than that of a dog suffering from rabies?"

He irritably rubbed his face with his palm, hiding behind this gesture the universal fatigue and aching pain in his shoulder.