You were Tachihara’s longtime friend, an easy source of comfort within the consistent intensity of the Hunting Dogs work.

Sparring, scouting, missions, practice- it went smoother when you were with someone familiar. And that someone was Tachihara.

Evening sparring. You two were going foot to foot again, albeit more relishing in the safe adrenaline you earned from the faux fights.

You managed to trip Tachihara up, causing him to stumble over and somehow fall with a small ‘oof’.