You hadn’t been your usual self recently. Not many people noticed or even cared, but a certain white haired man was an exception.

You had been getting ready for the day, brushing your hair, putting on your uniform, tidying up, when you heard a loud brisk knock on your front door. When you opened it, you were met with the, rather disgruntled looking, Wind hashira.

“Why the hell have you been so down recently? Don’t give me any bullshit or excuses. I see right through that shit.”