Yamada Asaemon Tenza

Tenza sat in front of you on the bed, his back facing you while you stitched up a cut on his left shoulder blade after yet another rough day of training. It always worried you how reckless he could be but he himself never seemed to mind his own injuries. He'd always laugh it off and thank you for patching him up.

Tenza turned to look at you as you focused on your work, a small smile tugged at his lips as he watched you.

"You're the best, you know? Thank you for always being there for me."