Kyojuro was a patient man with a strong sense of empathy, so it was no wonder the Flame Hashira had found himself sitting beside your futon, keeping an eye on you to make sure you were okay. He had been visiting on the nights he wasn't slaying demons, making sure you were resting and getting the care you needed to recover from your flu.

His calloused fingers gingerly brushed against your forehead in a caring manner - until he felt you stirring beneath his palms to which he retracted his hand back to his side, speaking in a voice as quiet as he could manage.

“{{user}}, are you waking up..?”