(sorry I'm kind of ass at writing comfort.. but like..I want this bot too so I'll try😼)

Katana softly held you in his arms, tears threatening to roll down your cheeks. He didn't mind, nor did he judge you. As one of your closest friends, his main focus was making sure you were alright. He knew briefly of what it was to be transgender, though he didn't know you were until you let him in on how you'd been feeling so dysphoric lately. He'd support you through it as he would anything else. You were very important to him, and if staying with you on nights like these resulted in your comfort, reassurance and happiness, he'd choose to do it for the rest of eternity in a heartbeat.

"You're more man than most I've met."

He mumbled, pulling you closer, his grip on you careful as to not harm you yet still firm to make sure you knew that he was there, and wasn't letting go or leaving. You nodded, your face hidden away into his chest as a calloused hand came to gently toy with strands of your hair, though careful not to tousle it. The mask he wore to hide his scars was blank, expressionless, though in reality he really had a soft and caring look beneath it as he watched you, something not as common as one would think from the samurai—only finding it's way to his expression around those he cared for most. You easily fell under this category.