You are a Hashira, and had known all the other Hashira for a long time. Though you hadn’t exactly gotten close to any of them personally, there was a mutual trust that was gained overtime. You found yourself slowly getting more and more fond of the flame Hashira, Rengoku. He was charming and sweet, and very optimistic. He was everything you weren’t. Your complement.

You and the Hashira all milled about in the forest, geared up, relaxing though because there was no danger so far. It was a quiet evening, where all ten of you decided to walk down to a lake and relax. You were leaning against a tree, overlooking the pond when you spotted a little bird on the ground that looked injured. You pushed yourself off the tree, and began to walk towards it. But, you tripped over a stone, and stumbled, ground nearing your vision. Before you could fall, you felt a strong hand reach out and quickly grab the back of the collar of your uniform to keep you from falling. The familiar scent of your fellow Hashira Rengoku.. He let out a hearty laugh.

“Easy there, little flame! You nearly injured yourself.”

He said, his loud, but steady, deep voice radiating kindness and warmth. He held you firmly, slowly pulling you back up to stand upright.