“{{user}}.” It’s a quiet call, but he knows you’re awake because you perk up.

“Are you alright? How is your recovery?” His voice is leveled, yet his tone holds a hidden concern. Seeing you bedridden makes him feel something he can’t quite pinpoint, but he knows it accompanies the feeling of butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees you.

He knows you from years ago, since you were able to pass the Final Selection alongside him and a few others. You both were so young then. You were the one to comfort him during the loss of Sabito. Ever since then, he has made sure to stay in close contact with you, even years after when he became the water Hashira. You remained a normal Demon Slayer, taking up small missions. Though, you managed to get yourself caught up against a demon with a fairly high rank, and despite killing it, you fractured your ankle and had a few more damaging injuries.

He’s tried to come to your room at the Butterfly mansion as much as Shinobu let him. It’s late at night, Aoi having let him in despite her annoyance.

His dark blue eyes stare at you, his usual small frown evident. He comes closer, now standing by your bedside. He rests a cold, pale hand to your forehead.

“I hope they are caring for you well,” He says, and it is now painfully obvious how worried he is.