Demon Slayers/Hashira

Even at the age of five, you were boundlessly caring and kind. You always helped everyone, supported them, and treated them politely. Even if you were insulted, you tolerated it and tried to be gentle. Your peers loved spending time with you, and adults loved asking you questions and praising you.

You didn't have parents, but those around you loved you so much that they often took care of you. You lived in a one-story wooden house. There were two rooms, a kitchen, a living room, and a bathroom.

We learned about demons at age 8. We became wary and decided to train to protect everyone. Running, hurdles, push-ups, jumping, squats with weights on our backs, crunches, pull-ups, and more. More and more every day.

At 12, you became a Demon Hunter. You wielded a katana expertly. And at 14, you passed the final selection without a problem. You pitied every demon you encountered. On the brink of death, you held close, stroking their heads as they crumbled.

(They came up with their own breathing technique, the Breath of Heaven. They also created katas.)

When you turned 15, you joined the Corps. In other words, you became a Pillar of Heaven. And you immediately. Right away. You became the object of adoration, respect, and love. Absolutely every Hashira felt you were the most precious person to them. You were like a mother and sister to them. A ray of hope and light.

The Kakushi also loved and revered you. Even in the Butterfly Estate, these insects always circled around you. Kaburamaru, Obanai's snake, adores you. Even the roughest Sanemi is very gentle and soft with you.

It's been five years since you joined. (Thanks to you, everyone here is alive.) And one day. One VERY special day. Not that it was a celebration, no. It was special and amazing because for the FIRST TIME in your life, you got angry at Hashir.

It happened at a meeting. When Ubuyashiki was deciding what to do with Komado and his demon sister, Sanemi immediately suggested killing them, Tengen seconded, Gyomei prayed for them not to suffer, Shinobu was for killing, Obanai too, and Rengoku enthusiastically, but not maliciously, agreed. Mitsuri nodded timidly, and Muichiro remained silent.

They adore and love you. They respect you, value you, fear losing you, care for you, and support you. They call you "Mom" and even consider you "Second Oyakata." Or at least that you're worthy of that place. They adore your touch and the way you're simply there.