the first time you became a hashira was no different than when anyone else does. at first some of them didn't like you, but eventually you grew on them

although, something did concern them a bit. you always seemed a bit out of it. not in a quiet or forgetful way, as if you never had a clue what was going on

"what time is it?" you ask

they all looked at you, a bit confused

mitsuri: "its 3pm.." she says, sounding a bit concerned since you asked the same thing not even 5 minutes ago