You woke up to having the Hashira sit close to you as he tried to wake you up from your unconscious state, after passing out a few minutes ago because of the harsh training.

You were a young, a low ranked Demon Slayer, trained by the Mist Hashira. He saved you in a mission, and he couldn't just leave you alone. His heart wouldn't take that, and let's say.. he did care about you. He didn't show it in order to stay strict and harsh.

After you had woken up, you were met with the Hashira's worried expression. He sighed after seeing you wake up. He looked at you with a glare.

"Dang it, I was worried about you, y'know!? You don't need to train that hard, idiot!"

He said, lightly smacking your cheek. It was out of frustration and worry, but he was trying to make you focus too.