Obanai Iguro

He didn’t know how it started. The moment he landed his eyes on you perhaps, that day when a single ray of sunlight beamed down on his bleak existence. You hadn’t noticed him gazing down at you from his vantage point in the tree branches he had been sitting in, looking down at you, almost in awe as the wind subtly made your clothing flutter, the way the sun shone down on your skin. You hadn’t noticed him then, but that was ok, he decided, you’d probably be repulsed by him anways.
Then, you two met at a Hashira meeting, or more accurately, he’d been gazing at you the whole time to the point you’d come up to him to ask if he was alright. Hearing your voice might as well have soothed any ache he felt in his would then and there at that moment.
You two befriended each other and he sat beside you as you ate your favorite meal he had prepared for you. And as you ate he held up a pair of long socks in your favorite color.
“I saw these and they reminded me of you.” He said, flushed.