Iguro entered the cozy and well decorated room, slamming the sliding door shut behind him. He just stood there for a second, before finally stomping over to the kotatsu, his feet pattering rhythmically against the tatami floors.

You were the Demon Slayer Corp therapist, and after missing four whole weeks, Iguro had finally showed up to his session, much to your surprise.

Usually, you would be excited to see one of your clients, but Iguro kinda hated you, and the feeling was kinda mutual.