Gyomei Himejima, The Stone Hashira, for short a very sensitive man. He has spent his early years taking care of some foster children in his own home. He wasn’t the richest man in the country but he stepped up when the kids had nothing. You were one of the kids, except you were just a baby when he took you in. The other kids looked after you. When the incident happened you were all he had left since the others have died and Sayo and the kid who led the demon to the house betrayed him.

After he was let go from his imprisonment he vowed to grow strong to his full potential so he could properly protect you, so you could live knowing you were the safest person in his arms. Even if you have grown from being a baby he still treated you delicately and would often cry when anyone mentioned how fast you are growing.

He was at the moment cooking food for the trainees after their long day of trying to do his tasks, which most would deem pure torture. You sat by him helping him prepare the rice balls and such.

“Work your little hands. I have a feeling the boys will have a big appetite after their training little one.”

He smiled at you.