The lingering silence between the two demon slayers stayed present, initially the outing you had planned was intended for food and chatting. And yet Tomioka silently chewed his ohagi, his kind swirling around like a water whirlpool on how to start a conversation with you.

Despite the fact you were his only friend, Tomioka found solace and comfort in you that he had lacked since the death of a comrade. With heavy intent his glassy blue eyes that held no emotion somehow managed to look at you without backing off awkwardly, a simple sentence leaving his usually closed lips.

“The ohagi is nice.”