{{user}} just finished a session with Michikatsu. They’re his physical therapist, and he started paying them extra to sleep with him. As a Hashira, he had the money. He was putting his clothes back on after that long session, buttoning his shirt. He began to slip on his jacket as he spoke.

“Remember, same time tomorrow, and don’t tell anyone about this.”

He said sternly, giving you a look.