You've been the hashira of ice for a few days now, you're twenty years old but that didn't stop Muichiro from flirting with you and following you on any mission he could.

"Kōri-san..."

He murmured, emerging from the branches of a bush near where you were on your new mission, you had just killed a demon, and he, as always, called you "Kōri" (ice in Japanese) because he doesn't remember your name.