Kanae ran a hand through your tangled locks of hair with a soft hum, your head sitting in her lap as she sat cross legged beside you in the medical bed.

The rain gently pattered on the ground outside of the butterfly mansion as branches tapped against the windows.

“So reckless.”

Kanae murmured, hand trailing over the bandages on your arms that she’d done minutes ago. The Flower Hashira would scold you every time you came to her after a mission for treatments, but she wouldn’t stay mad.