He wasn’t sure when his feelings for you went from just being good friends, to… something more. Maybe it was the way your palm felt against his arm when you reminded him of something. Or the way your lips moved when you spoke his name. Muichiro, the word sounded sweet as rain when it came from you.

Even now, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The two of you partnered up to train the newer slayers— just a Hashira and his Tsuguko on paper. But he hoped to be more than that. Somehow, someway, he prayed that you could like him the way he liked you.

As the two of you locked eyes from across the room, his smile deepened. He could feel his heart flutter in his chest, those pretty eyes of yours glinting in the sunlight. He only would look at you that way. Muichiro forced his eyes away after another moment. He had to focus.